Best Rack Poems
a classroom if you will
no acts of kindness
more like the answer
to the question
are we paying attention
back in sixty-five
forty second and San Pedro
backroom of the barber shop
racking pool balls for pennies
or whatever them players
saw fit to handout
hustle in some folk’s eyes
scripture in others
Gandhi or Elijah Muhammad
Jesus over Iceberg Slim
a world like a bordello
filled with pimps and Johns
and the only ho' in the room
was me
pale naked head bones
grim remains of sacrifice
the horse heads hang low
That tick in my fur
really bugs me -
scratch-scratch.
Tick tack rickety rack,
that tick needs to go!
Oh me, oh my,
that tick really needs to go -
rich-ratch.
Aunika Alch
Age 11
they are stack
back to back
in the club above
on a
HAT RACK
in my home
am not alone
i have bats
by the stack
in fact
i also have a
TENNIS RACK
Form:
I was born high in the mountains where the air is cool...
Was taught early to work hard but didn't do well in school.
Now I am older and wiser and my head is gray...
And sometimes full of regret that my life didn't go
another way.
I am not sad because life has been good...
But there are things I would change if I could.
I guess we all have regrets of things that were...
And there are parts of my life that are now a blur.
But once you're here you can't go back...
So you file your memories on the trophy rack.
Then you sit and stare and wonder why...
And hope you come up with a good answer before you die.
TK<
Rosemary and Pepper meant
to have time spent
down by the Bay
took a cloven path
met Sir Basil's wrath
and decided to not stay
Just a poem, not life.
Sea's waves roll in and out rhythmically
See a change, now its arrhythmically
Tsunami must be the blame or
Tommy's sleeping open-mouth snore
Amassed tangible wealth did he
A missed taking care of health, you see
Tsunami life lived now explodes
Tommy's health suddenly implodes
Blitzed.Sagging.Worn
Wild waves awash with pain
Bursting all over his frame
Its daggers sharply sending shivers
Right into the heart of his brain
Wilting under the piercing thrusts.
There in the hand of the nurse
Lodged that tender tablet
His temporary respite
And momentary salvation
The oasis promising ease
Calming the rough swells,
Damming the pain
Until the savage seas die down
And a peaceful lagoon looms large
But the storm will rise again
A tale of shipwreck and rescue
This odyssey of torment and release.
When will it ever end?
Moose with huge antler rack
Graceful as he roams on grassy
Banks, of slowly running river
Bowing his head low
Eats of the young tender shoots
Mime moost re cent poem titled
Mental Illness...Inherent Since Birth
fourth line down lacked an accidentally
ohm mitt head "rack", thus presenting dearth
of understanding, and
set in motion a domino effect
(hard to believe), but YES
offsetting tilt of the Earth,
hence an immediate necessity arose
to forewarn unsuspecting readers
experiencing swollen
gaseous equatorial (abdominal) girth
homeopathic remedy easily concocted
brewing herbal tea over hearth
(chamomile my favorite - with a dollop
of honey), a curative
that doth mesh well
synchronizing linkedin saw tooth
assemblage mitigating tell
tale grinding gears finds unwanted
frictional heat,
which haint so swell
possibly causing,
(when sprocket incorporated)
permanent chain damage
requiring extremely delicate
"heroic" measures to quell
hoop fully this poetic patch
doth not require ye tubby brash
boot more critical concern
would constitute head crash,
perhaps necessitating total revision
of poem whipped off in a dash
so concludes the rhymed reason
sent faster then
greased lightening doth flash.
Stan silently looked at reeboks
Hoping they had no arch
Oxfords are great walking shoe choice
Except tennis-shoes comfort would be keen
7/9/2024
Been to hell and back had a re-rack still stacked chips to pack/
Cut all slack and comeback sharper than a tack/
Your life is still intact to attack with so much tact to retract/
The dive your fate had cracked leaves you one ultimatum/
Gain yourself back and just claim him/
I don’t have to spit my thoughts verbatim for you to understand them/
What I’m portraying is I’m done playing I’ll be working through while it’s raining/
Whatever is paining be your own artist just painting your whole station/
You’ve soaked enough taint in forget evil and Satan become a saint man/
Concentrate on what you need to cultivate and gain cultivation/
Walk straight out of hate that’s there to incinerate your hearts clean start engraved/
Develop your own life art to let feelings depart and be torn apart paved/
Become stark with the spark in any masquerade wearing a mask to raid
we have a roon
it fill gloon
am there before noon
i listen to old tune
after i put them back
in a stack
on the music
RACK
Form:
Ratta a tat tat
I tip my hat
swish my dress
all to impress
Boooya
I wanna do ya
Take ya down
knock off yur crown
I wanna win!
So...show me some skin
slap my back
cause I am right on track
Train is go...It's been quite a show!
but I am moving on...
it's time .....for gone