Best Sacking Poems
The world welcomes a newborn baby boy.
To the mother and father, he is a bundle of joy.
Right now of course, he is so small.
It won't be long before he is big and tall.
As a defensive lineman, he will hone his attack.
The boy will have no trouble sacking the quarterback.
He will control the boards, slam dunk, and grab every rebound.
I'm sure a sports superstar will be found.
Inspired by another member's poem
NO ONE REALLY CARES
Part 1
No one really CARES so our minds are in arrears,
We don't care because we live in fear,
So we stop caring, stop steering and forget what we are hearing,
But I try to do the opposite,
I invite knowledge as a fit open minded disciple,
Mindful principles while keeping afar from idols and fools,
In this physical life experience with natural rules,
Everything we observe is a reaction of something,
Learning from all the reactions of my exterior,
And a teacher that enlightens to get ya,
Understanding deeply putting perceptions on track,
Sacking deceptions that I see clearly as wack,
Quincy Mac is back on the attack seeing we are ALL sick,
Deceived by our leaders through exoteric information,
But the truth is within an Ancient Esoteric examination,
Where we find the true explanation on how to stop our current damnation.
Subatomically observed,
These wise words are here to disturb,
The spiritual learned and unlearned,
Get ready to be over turned,
Open up your eyes, you need to learn what's in disguise,
So if you know how to discern wisely,
The unseen thinking patterns manifesting into Brain Activity,
Manifested and seen in a 3D reality,
The probability of the following possibility,
Of all of us having an Elite controlled Proxy,
Controlling almost all humans including you and me,
Stopping us from seeing,
Truth revealing truths, hidden so unseen,
A word to the listener reading this,
A left brain prisoner, a manipulators dream,
continued........at part 2
Quincy Mac
date written: 22.12.2015
Troy, The Defeat, Odysseus Punishment
Apollo, the archer-god, was quite unfair
Slew Eurytus for a vain archery boast
Mortal lives he had so very little care
Sending Greek ships sailing to the coast
Helen of Sparta, beauty beyond compare
face that launched a thousand ships
She of perfect face , body and hair
Paris stole this prize on his epic trip
Mighty hosts of epic fame and renown
sailed away to retrieve this treasure
Oaths given to hunt Troy's Paris down
Sacking the great city for good measure
Tens years of battles history so records
Heroes of brave deeds, tales now told
Great warriors , sworn to mighty Lords
Fought in the style of the swords of old
War was long and death was so redundant
Odysseus, devised a very cunning deceit
Pray upon Troy's hopes so very abundant
Victory, the sailing away of Greek fleet
A gift of a horse statue left on shore
Warriors hidden within its outer shell
Planned surprise attack just once more
Sack Troy sending its warriors to hell
Such a success was this devious plan
Troy fell to its most relentless foes
Death harvested wrath upon every man
Brought Odysseus trials the story goes
Odysseus warrior of Troy's epic defeat
Master of the great bow of Eurytus fame
Destroyer of Troy by such cunning deceit
Slayer sailed away, Troy in all in flame
Robert J. Lindley , 08-31-2014
note: Eurytus' grandfather was Apollo, the archer-god,
and was also a famed archer. Eurytus has been noted by
some as the one who taught Heracles the art of archery.
According to Homer, Eurytus became so proud of his
archery skills that he challenged Apollo. The god
killed Eurytus for his presumption, and Eurytus' bow
was passed to Iphitus, who later gave the bow to his
friend Odysseus. It was this bow that Odysseus used to
kill the suitors who had wanted to take his wife,
Penelope.
Mean Joe Greene number seventy-five
kept the Pittsburgh Steelers alive
was a solid wall on that frontline
and sacking the quarterback was fine
the Steel Curtain was solid back then
in the seventies they’d always win
that was the decade of the Steelers
take your rookie card to a dealer
and maybe it is worth some green
never forgetting mean Joe Greene
Part 2.
Into the wasteland he flies
To bury the souls of lies,
Beneath the leaves of time,
Dirty deeds must dirty die.
This then the watchman must do:
Step on the fingers that try,
With downward pulls to pry,
Into doom flower faces,
These flowers must not die.
--
The conquistador arrived.
He gazed at the unscathed bounty standing
Respect-less before him and squinted.
Surveying the laughing land,
He made up his mind with astute rat-like grace
And thrust with self-satisfied lust his mighty sword into the sand.
God’s word thus bespoken he listened, breathlessly.
The jungle though could not understand
Tectetan, tectetan, tectetan
Nor chose to hear or fear
This little man,
Oh thou little man, thou little man
What is your plan,
Little man?
The jungle laughed, unbothered
Unmoved it ignored
Untouched it continued
Unfettered it roared
With sparkling green verdant song to sing,
It sang.
The conquistador fumed
Scarlet red
Vino roja bottled fumes
Of smoky rage
Stomping he retorted
Thou art doomed
Veni Vidi Vici he screamed
Satisfied, mesmerized
With scroll in hand he did announce
All that is yours is mine
It says so in this paper
The King has made it divine
Mine Mine and only Mine
Did he but announce
Without a golden ounce
Of irony’s feathered face
Whose trace,
With obsidian plans to erase
Surely soon he would get to know.
Breathlessly he stood once again, the conquistador did
Assuming
The noise, ploys and feathery joys
Of the jungle toys he heard
Marked abdications hour
At work already
At hand
To make this land
His.
Impatient
Making up his mind
Marching straightforwardly
Towards the eye of the jungle
Sacking with gaze the mighty maze
Of spider green vines hiding before him
The craze of ores whose mint would course the earth
Soon to raise his rank to that of Jerusalem’s teutonic bearded men
He was surprised when he saw
Three sets of steely indian eyes
Peering through the jungle wall
And the flying hatchet hit him hard and true
And for all we knew he never came back again
“Ecab cotoch”
Once a
jolly Drongo sat on
the riverbank,
sucking Go-anna eggs
till it brought
insanity,
oh he tried a bit of
thinking,
but his mind was
just a blank,
Fourex beer he'd be
a drinking,
But the Kiwis' are
owning that
so he chewed on some
burnt Damper,
and drank some Billy
tea,
and thought about
the master,
and his obscenity,
bloody torys on a
working class
attack,
15 thousand in
Queensland got the
sack,
sacking Nurses,
Doctors, closing
bush hospitals a
fact,
advertising lies on
tv, “we're fixing
hospitals' ole
chap,”
but all two faced
tories, do agree,
a fixing debt is
bloody good for
thee,
get crippled or
sick, you'll feel
the smack,
when Medicare is
dead? and the poor
die back!
just like the first
war slaughter,
when they killed off
humanity,
march into the nice
machine guns,
are you bloody
cowardly?
but slaughter bloody
slaughter does
attract,
the monkey morons
will attack,
for any cause they
can find, it ought
to be?
and greed is taking
over, don't you see?
It will affect the
poor tory, alas &
alack?
And the fat toads
are laughing,
laughing,
sucking cigars on
the track,
“And the rich are
getting richer and
the poor a
certainty?”
so do you like any
part of that?!?
Don Johnson
........... Drongo
is dumb Aussie bird
*readers think of this epic as classic Latin badly translated into English.
Brutus Iulius Trois page 1
Only the oldest among us all
can truthfully tell the tale
of the way the world was
after noble Troy fell
Priam's kingdom scattered to dust and ashes
escaped had Aeneas cousin to Priam
westward fled guided by Venus
weary of wandering finding sweet rest
in the lands of Latinus, ruler of Alba Longa
Princess Lavinia warmly welcomed the widower
gifting Aeneas her dowry, the ancient Dardanian Shore
If he but challenge Turnus her suitor
Duke Turnus who desired land more than a wife.
After Aeneas the Trojan took Turnus in battle
he settled his sons in his ancestors home
Cruesa's surviving son, sad eyed Ascanius
Known as Iulius Trois, The hairy serpent of Troy
And Lavinia's sole spawn Silvanus Dardanus
Heir of the all the Arsian woodlands
So great was the bond between brothers
Ascanius named a son Silvanus Trois
and Silvanus a daughter Julia Dardanus
both bastard born by lords rights with bond women
acknowledged still for so few were family
for the sake of the lineage none could be left
exposed to the elements, abandoned orphans of fate.
On Silvanus's ninth day his name day
two bright stars fell, flaming
Ascanius sent for the soothsayer Merlinius
A seventh son of veiled Despoina
came he to prognosticate and predict
the meaning of fates portents
solely to Ascanius spoke Merlinius
spoke he first of fell and faraway times
When Hercules stepped on Troy sacking it
Troy was destroyed but not the Trojans
When Paris chose Venus, his prize was Troy's curse
So again broken and burned was beloved Troy
The survivors scattered, Aeneas settled here
Troy was destroyed but not the Trojans
My daddy is a dope boy.
I see him sacking rocks.
So now I'm putting my toys in mommy's ziplocs.
She's in the kitchen cooking but I know she is crying.
Daddy's never home, he's gone all the time.
I think my daddy loves because he bought me a pair of shoes.
When I go out with daddy people say how cute.
I think my daddy's strong
Mommy thinks he's wrong.
We pray for him every night, my mommy says it's only right.
He hasn't called in weeks, I'm forgetting how he speaks.
His last words were mean and ugly
Sometimes I wonder if he thinks of me.
I wanted to be just like daddy, but I could never leave my mommy.
When he left I think he was mad at me.
I didn't pick up my toys so mommy helped me clean.
Daddy said I was too loud and it was kind of mean.
He bought some beer that night and mommy got upset.
He really hurt my mommy I never will forget.
I want to be just like daddy, but daddy is always gone.
Daddy is in the streets and he forgot me, his son.
Daddy didn't see my graduation and wasn't at my wedding.
Daddy wasn't there for my promotion and where my life was heading.
I pray a silent prayer when I tuck my son in bed.
He says I want to be just like you daddy and I softly kiss his head.
"We need to cut the budget" the Treasury Minister said
"To try to get back in the black we’re deeply in the red
Our creditors are losing faith we’re getting near our limit
Gordon said he’d saved the world, I think he’s dropped us in it
Hang on a m’o before we go lets speak to Work and Pensions
Or better still the Bond Market to find out their intentions
The economy is shrinking , the pounds begun to drop
This will up the anti on the credit default swaps
The interest we are paying now is going through the roof
There’s really no way out of it we’ve got to tell the truth
We’ll slash all public spending, that’ll do for starters
If not, no doubt the IMF will have our guts for garters
Lots of folk will lose their jobs, that really is a shame".
"I know it is" the PM said "And we will get the blame.
I know things will be difficult but people should be told
it was Balls, Brown and Milliband who gave away our gold.
Those three and Darling made this mess and got us in this plight
Now we’ll be sacking thousands just to try to put it right
and honest men will lose their jobs and that sticks in my throat
Brown even signed the Treaty without giving us the vote.
They try to blame this on the Yanks for letting Lehmans fall
But that’s a lie they took their eye completely off the ball.
They never made an effort to control the greedy banks
When they tried for re-election the electorate said "No thanks"
Their short sighted ignorance has brought us to our knees
The entire nation now is set to feel the squeeze
They are in denial of the nations cash position
Once the cuts all start to bite they’ll blame the coalition"
I Give Up!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Wardrobe malfunction…circus seamstress needs sacking ~ Quick … send in the clowns!
Bare breasts are on show ~ cheeks match her red hair ~snow white steed to the rescue!
Trite foot soldier status lacking
Pedigree earned by under stress not cracking
Anonymous ward of the state with little backing
Nameless face sent into the infernal abyss hacking
On unstated mission sent packing
In an unknown, unfamiliar field bivouacing
An amorphous, invisible foe tracking
Without reserve an unidentified conscript attacking
On an obscure plain flailing and whacking
Unseen rifles and cannons above the tumult clacking
Unnoticed, soldier falls during the shellacking
Body hurriedly pushed into unmarked grave after the sacking
Unacclaimed minion; no metals racking
(Note: This poem is a Sonnet with Alliteration.)
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Be beyond borrow, sensuous soaring sights;
Move motive mind map, leapfrog lusty looks;
Apt applause arrows, lovely lasting light;
Settle succinct sap, browse blossoming book.
Carve crystal crazy, prime preying puzzle;
Lively learning lifts, creamy comfort clowns;
Heap hindsight hazy, dream drowsy dazzle;
Glimpse good grandeur's gift, discerning drips down.
Seize sexy story, flooding funny feel;
Justice joins jolly, muzzle mouthing more;
Madness mines muddy, groaning glimmers grill;
Choice charades calmly, slumber sacking store.
Courteous calm conceives, ripe risking receives;
Brilliant bum believes, attention achieves.
Leon Enriquez
05 May 2014
Singapore
We are at war.
Though, no sound of cannon
To announce its trauma
No blind bullets
Sacking the preyed places
No lifeless bodies
Littering the silent streets
No flying fires
Sending smokes to rule the sky,
When you stare us in the eyes
You'd see we are at war.
BURLAP and SATIN
Texture fine, woven design
Like harden tree sap
Rough is the burlap!!!
That's at my finger tips
Smooth is soft the satin as silk
The dress rapped around her waist
Burlap and satin
Give me such touch my reactions
Hard rough the silken liner
Smooth is the burlap binder???
Coarse touch soft brush
Weave me, cling to me of skin
Jute plant fibers touch
Burlap and satin
Just rough on the skin
May combine me with vegetable fibres
Wall hangings made of burlap rough to my eyes
Fibers to make rope, nets
Coarse canvas woven from jute, hemp
Burlap and satin
Browned fiber burlap, used especially for sacking
Sackcloth, gunny, canvas, hessian
Dress making and furnishing burlaps a burlap shirt
Fabric burlap Flowers nation
Can be a rose or carnation
Or woven even turned into a shirt Even seen them as a skirt
For what it's worth, smooth and rough
Burlap and satin
Matters not touch me in the morning
Also together burlap and satin so adorning
Fabric flower bouquet
A smooth, glossy fabric
Satin of silk, produced by a weave
In which this the threads
Burlap and satin
The warp caught and looped by weft cross stitch
At certain intervals a blue satin dress smooth like satin
Oh, also fabric flowers to the bouquet
Satin is a weaved that has glossy surface and dull back action
The satin weave is four or more no harm
Fill weft yarns floats over warp yarn
Four warp yarns floating over a single weft
a luxurious satin look For what it's worth smooth and rough
Burlap and satin
3/24/18 ©2018
For Contest: Burlap and Satin
Sponsored by: Anthony Slausen
Who was it?
Who was it sacked the fifteen thousand,
Who enjoys the sacking, he just smiles
Who has the public informing on public servants,
On who went to McDonalds for lunch with style,
Who was it fixed the hospitals,
Sacked the nurses, closed the wards,
Tory Doctors stopped complaining,
Not a whinge from them is heard?
Who was it?
Who was it promised the Public Servants,
Oh yes your jobs are safe?
Who wants contracts for all the workers,
Cheaper labor across the state,
Who was it, blames poor Anna,
For the cost of floods an cyclone,
Who is the meanest penny pincher,
uncrowned king upon the throne?
Nah not him, his brain’s on loan,
…
Who was it?
Who turfed out the handicapped,
From Council caravan parks and places,
Took Carer pensions from the parents,
While he smiles and laughs, erases,
Who never wanted the Clem7 tunnel,
And said it wasn’t me,
And in the council t’was mouth a funnell,
Who now lies so eloquently,
Who was it,
the tunnel pusher in council, was,
Clem 7 failed to make the rich, richer,
undermined ole Brisbane, just because,
too dear, no money in the picture,
the greedy tolls, failed thereof,
the money guys are surely bitter,
because of no shiny glitter,
money of, no money of ….
very sad hey….
Who is running our state?
Don Johnson