Best Shacking Poems
Bridge cards aren't for everyone
just those who have real need
Not meant for all those college "kids"
that party and smoke "weed"
Not meant for all those shacking up
with a "daddy" in the house
His room and board? It's on our dime
he's a government sponsored louse
Not meant for all those gambling addicts
ponies, cards and slots
Nor tires and wheels for pimp mobiles
making haves, out of (have nots)
Not meant for big screen TV sets
oops that's right, they are
X-box set with all the games
you're treated like a star
It's all measured, by the masses
and how we live, (I guess)
Even cars just ten years old
are causing too much stress
Not knocking those that really need
just those that "win and play"
making us, taxpayer fools
while they enjoy their day
When the wage, hits fifteen plus
they won't give up their checks
That "nagging injury" that they have
has made their life complex.....
Warming lights surround you
Quilting the sharp silence
Outside dawn begins
Earth starts stretching
Straightening out the knots
Caught from hours of slumber
Night moves on to blacken another sky
And Calmness stills the room
All is as it should be
As you drift in an endless sleep
I know not if you'll wake
Or lay your eyes on me once
more
Softening my heavy heart
As death appears, he waits by
your side
Head dipped in respect
White and gold robes I study of him
I beg him for more time
An hour, a day, a second
His comforting eyes say no
It is your time and my heart stills
Now I must let you go
Aged hands under silken skin
Once tended plants and raised children
Loose their warmth
A last breath escapes your
lungs
I look at death pleadingly
But nothing can be done
I have to let you go now
You must do this alone
Death picks up your soul up as
an orb
Glittering like a large diamond
To ferry you to your kin
I see them through the void
I see them waiting
never again will we sit on the
porch
As dew wakes up the grass
Trees shacking off the night before
Us, just being us
I'd soak up your wisdom
That resided in your soul
Every snippet a precious gem to me
Id bury them within
Where no other could reach them
Where no other could steal them
I show no tears
As they only fuel pain
From a young age
You taught me to be brave
Knowing my life would shatter
me
Often I'd feel pain
So your compassion carried me
Over potholes and rocky paths
Your soothing voice steadied
me
Till I made it safely past
Now Laying out your body
Ready for your last journey
I wonder if I told you enough
The love I have for you
I was blessed everyday
You were in my life
Things seemed easier
With you at my side
Life was not so daunting
The hill was not so steep
Now you gone I'm shattered
Watching an endless sleep
Time with you was precious
For this truth I smile
The mirror reflects parts of you
Placed in this heart of mine
Happy you left peacefully
And I was at your side
Inner gladness reigns
As not just your jam recipe
Was handed down to me
With day full of sleep, moon falls in the river.
Its beams danced on water with shadows of trees
to a beat of rhythm from wind till it died
and buried in music of quietness of night.
With perfume of flowers giving weight to air
cool of dark beauty night’s peace granted prayer.
Cathedral as reverent as echoed Lords prayer
as gentle as songs by frogs from the stream.
Harmony hanging in a gemstone sharp air,
with touch of sadness as dim sparklers in tyrees
while chirping of crickets brings richness to night
This will be the hour which wretchedness died.
The stars in the heaven pronounces day's death,
still speaks of the coming of fresh morning prayer
as glorious moon-glow reigns above night
while weak light reflects off bountiful river
twinkling in beams through branches of trees,
gives a roar of stillness through paper thin air.
The sky and the dark and the shadows of air
The river, moon and the sun as it died.
As leaves slowly descend from generous trees.
An answer it seems to nights granted prayers
it all means little to approaching rivers
which has born witness of deceit of the night.
So quick in the darkness will charge storms of night?
Critical lighting strikes in tranquilized air
heaved by the wind once magnanimous river
thunder and rain, wind and foreboding of dead
comes terror and fear and murmuring prayers
amongst shacking of limbs and bowing of trees.
Fierce is the storm and with uprooting of trees
as wind rips and cries through cover of darkness.
All creatures will witness the dark Devil’s prayer
as thunder splits atoms of wild burdened air.
The night cannot sleep till storm’s ferry dies
and silence of night returns to the rivers.
Storms of the night and night’s peace granted prayer.
Shadows of trees and moonbeams on the river
but rising of sun will bring death to night’s air.
Big, blonde beauties
so beautiful and so pretty,
such girls of high class
drinking from glasses,
filled with the best champagne;
and smoking their fine cigarettes,
while gossiping their fine stories
bragging and spoiling on themselves.
ha! ha!
Tell me again about your big, booty, blonde beauty
and how she has such class!
ha! ha!
Look at the plastic Barbie dolls
strutting along side a wave of Ken dolls and GI Joes.
Clumsy broads who smell like a perfume kiosk
and a Paris tavern in the 20s filled with writers like:
Hemingway and Scott Fitzgerald.
Smart guys, with good taste in real women,
and not Barbie dolls.
It is really sad to see these so-called "women"
dancing and shacking on saw-dust dance floors,
and then they go off in drunken slurs of how "they have respect for themselves!"
and those dark devils, and fools with broken hearts,
and rich Wall Street boys who carry their Daddy's pocket wallet
filled with a thousand Benjamin's,
have their nasty way with them.
Stripping them down,
like mechanics on an old 65 Mustang GT,
having their sweet and marry way with them,
with them all... no consideration... no respect... no common curtsey... nothing...
Boy, these days with these big legged women,
these Big, Blonde
and Big, brunette Beauties,
boy, where did those women go?
Where did the real women go, and
how did these portrayers,
these lies come into play?
No Clue! No Clue!
Where or Why!
All I have to say is, "Where did the time go?"
Where is my big, blonde beauty
with her common sense still intact
along with a pure liver, lungs and a golden heart;
and her books of poetry, and love for classical music?
Her only friends are dead writers and role-models.
Where is she?
Maybe she's at the library,
or the bookstore,
or the theatre,
of maybe she is not here,
maybe she is not yet born?
Maybe...
all I can say is... she is out there,
my big, blonde beauty.
.1.23.2014.
Hearts racing.
Soul is shacking
Afraid of what lies beyond
Each day pasting
Drawing me closer to that day
Slowly or even fast
Who knows how long this life will last.
The cold touch of death begins to approach
Not knowing what to expect.
Is there a life after death?
Or is it just the end of my world
Do I sleep for eternity?
Do I wake from this deep sleep?
No body truly knows.
Icebreaker
Stomach in a knott
Got the jitters
Got the runs
Anxiety on its high.
Made a choice to recite
Poetry of the night
Heart pounding
Knees shacking
Eyes bulging
Crowd waiting.
MOTHER
This decision isn't right
Crowd staring
Words choking
Got stage fright.
Having doubts
Looking scared
Holding onto the mic
MOTHER
I need to take a quick flight
Got to get out of sight.
He fought
Strong and hard
He did
Especially since
He got that letter
He fought
As if
There was no tomorrow
Worth living for
It changed him
It saddened him
He used to laugh
Like a Kookaburra
Even among
All the whistles
Of impending death
Over there
On the Dardanelles
He’d be the one
To cheer the boys up
With a quick Joke
And a smoke
As he passed
In the trenches
But that soon changed
After he got
The letter
He didn’t speak of it
And I
Knew not to ask
It changed him
He fought with more
Vigour, bravery
After he got it
Always the first
To go over the top
Or to run the Nek
How he survived
God only knows
He once said
While he pattered
His breast
If I’m to die
It will tell you
And I knew
He meant
The letter
That sad day came
Not there
But on the fields of Flanders
I lay next to him
In the mud and misery
Shacking
Shacking him
“mate
Come on mate
We’ve come so far
Don’t leave me now
What am I to tell Nellie
I cried
Above the screams
Of shells and yells
On the fields of Flanders
It was only after
He was buried
That I took out
The letter
And read
Tis with great regret
We wish to inform you
Nellie has passed away
She fell from her horse
Mustering a mob
Down by the course
Was then
That I understood
The change
That came over him
Way back then
On the Dardanelles
I turn the letter
Over in my hands
To see
That he had written
If I
Am to die
A forlorn
And forgotten
Death
Upon a foreign shore
Please make sure
You return me
For
I wish
For you
To lay me
Upon
My dear Nellie’s
Breast
I remembered
After I had
Shakenly read
That I
Wanted to cry
But I
Had nothing left
To share or shed
Upon the fields of Flanders
I refold
The letter
And place it
Gently
At the base
Of Nellie’s
Headstone
As close I could
To her Breast
You have left me:
Happy, spiritual, able to fly
Invincible, numb, light as a feather
Ready for the world, gracious, someone new
Generous, shaded, needed, loved
Rejuvinated, bathed, reborn, cherished
Wanted, held, comforted, warm,great...
You have left me:
Broke, ugly, smelly,mean
A criminal, hated, feared
Unwanted, miserable, homeless
Childless, lifeless, in the cold
With nothing, Scared, heartless
Careless, meaningless, hurting
Shacking, sick, ill, undeniable pain...
How can 1 thing
1 single thing make you feel so good yet so bad
Heroin
Most of all
You have left me dead
Opened my eye awoken by a thought
Palms all sweaty, hands all shacking the worlds definately changing.
Everywhere I turn is re-arranging
Everyone is ex-changing soon there will be no refraining.
Father, there is too much complaining this world is aching
Everyone is taking while our children are breaking.
Vanity and war are now matchmaking
Father can't their see that these politicians are dividing
There is no-one truly guiding.
Leaders of this world, why are you backsliding
How I wish, you could stop all this hiding and start deciding.
Families are dying, mothers are crying and all you are doing is lying
Why not try some honest applying.
Aern't you tired of all the falsifying
Look around you soon your greed will make this world horrifying.
Why are you so afraid to be a leader who is magnifying
Leaders of all nation
One day you will have to be the one
To do some justifying.
Did you feel the trust?
Oh, effervescent lusting
Cracking your core
As the trysting truffles of love
Unfolded?
Cranking at your heart
That came into you, to start
And the piece that you felt
Was it always so irrational?
Misunderstood, by change of good
The nature of what you had
Fell apart.
So you dig it away
And listen to what friends say
For they seem to have your best interest
At heart.
Where did it go? Why did it leave?
And why does it come to stay
After you ask it to recede?
Perhaps, you can’t let go.
So, it re seeded because you
Can’t let go.
Those mongrels in black
Attacking because they lack
That truth that you share
That love and despair.
The shared residence of shacking
Creative love while others were forsaking,
That love that they once felt.
So they push it on you
Creating your mind into a zoo
Of questions of seriousness
And the plunge of a gregarious nature.
An intertwined fate
To be classic
Love and Hate
But passion so deep
It made you loose sleep
So much you perhaps fell
Back into his arms again.
A giant bee is buzzing
Just outside the window pane.
My silent wish that he would leave,
It seems, was made in vain.
He's circling around the roof
With not a hint of going;
His loyalty to that one spot
Shows not one sign of slowing.
I worry, though, about his friends
For bees that seem to thrive,
Instead of shacking up alone,
Will habitate a hive.
Perhaps he's only passing through
And working out his wings,
But I'm afraid he's found the place
For testing out his stings.
The joys of spring are balanced out
With nettles, thorns and stingers,
For beauty sans a little pain
Will slip right through our fingers.
It is raining
Is a hurricane blowing
No speck of light is showing
The fear is now growing
Demonic voices overflowing
it's the ghastly reaper hacking
All the demons are snacking
hoping to cause some flacking
The reaper wants to start some shacking
danger danger...danger..
Only feeling the ground spinning
Who will it be to start winning...
Or will it just be sinning...?
When we married in church
you swore a solemn vow,
now you’ve left me in the lurch
shacking up with that vile cow.
In front of the lawyer you just lied
crocodile tears shed, how you cried
your betrayal of us can’t be denied
You launched a vitriolic attack
stabbing me cruelly in the back
scruples are the one thing you lack
It’s for honesty I now search -
I find trust so difficult now
Family life you cast aside
abandoning me and our son Jack
FICTION POEM – I started another poem but found it too emotional to write about the real betrayal in my life by my sister
Fragmented Rhyme contest
Sponsored by Dear Hear a k a Broken Wings
11/3/18
That sassy young lassie from Savannah
She wound up in Cuba's old Havana
Playing fine flamenco guitars
Rolling pricey high-class cigars
And shacking with men in her cabana.
written June 23, 2021
She plucked up the courage
To help these stricken creatures
Strewn across the
High tide mark
Scooping one up
From the sand
In her little hands
And threw it
Back in
Shacking her hands
And little fingers
For the bite and sting
that didn't begin
A second
Than a third
Always the shake
Of hands and little fingers after
Her courage collapsed
At the sight
Of so many
I thought
She's going to walk away
She took
Three steps
Looking at those
That were left
Too my surprise
She dropped
To her knees
In the shallows
And brought her little hands up
To her face
In prayer
She whispered
Silently
Quietly
Her prayer
For the ones
She didn't have the courage
to save
In the shallows
And lapping waves
How refreshing
To see the faith
of the young
I looked and inspected
My faith
In that sunny moment
Bruised
Battered
Dinted
But some how
This little girl
With the show
Of her courage
and faith
Renewed mine
Just a little
In the human race