Best Slack Up Poems

Jack loves to recline on his back
Especially when he's in the sack
He says to his bride
D’ya fancy a ride
She exclaims, your todger’s too slack!
 
Jack wanted to give her a thrill
So swallows a little blue pill
It works, way hey hey
They’re bonking all day
He’s happy and...

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One cent, two cents,
	Nickel and dime
Two bits, four bits,
	A dollar this time.

Ship me a grasshopper
	Do me a crime
Fly like a whippoorwill 
	O'er Anaheim....

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I can’t imagine 
how painful it is to 
be God. 

Trying your hardest 
to make a beautiful painting, 
only to have the characters 
you created complain and 
mock the world around 
them. 

Why does God let bad things 
happen to good people? 

Pretty sure you’d...

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Lyrics II-The Black Crowes
Sponsor: Rob Carmack


My Poem:

Cut me some slack tonight,
ease off until I find my sight,
and light,
I’m on my way downward; it’s your song,
you’re always wrong,
I’m never right.

If I get one slim record of your past,
can you fold your cards at last,
and fast,
there’s no...

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Do you know the guy
who works his rear
right out of his jeans??
 

Then I have a tale for you:

This is my town---na -na--na---na!

Crack Police on the scene
{Ordinace --crack slack}

In pursuit perp.,
with K-9 crack sniffer,
Jack Rabbit Russell.

Tracking exposed crack
via baggy butt or belly 
by apple strudell...

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What kind of erroneous stink drifts so heavily in this 5X5 home
We have constructed with mud and sticks
I sleep with feet piercing through the front/back door
The cicadas are nesting between my toes up to my nose
The morning has slung its unnecessary burdens upon the scion...

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Out you GO!
And don't COME BACK
For last I CHECK, you was talking SMACK.

And you were probably smoking CRACK
and because of that, I don't want you BACK.
And nor do I have  to have your BACK.

And so, my dear, looks like you are on your own.
And...

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SLACK TIDE

moon draws
back slack
high lows
collide

new address
to compress
I digress…

seas glide
as shores
abide
waves hide
then
subside

unpack
draw back
stress-smack
hide-crack

I assess
undress
and
digest

cast aside
this
great divide
worldwide
deep
inside





© Kim van Breda—17 August 2015...

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I am so sick of all the negativity
Moaning is their best activity
I am so tiered of all the sad faces 
Its like they lost all their races
Anger everywhere, no piece at all
Ten, one, one, I have to make that emergency call
When I look all around...

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Wouldn't you know it

don't tell me you don't ever

feel this way

after lunch, particularly

on Sundays

I find motivation lacking

just want to veg out

even have a sleep

but usually the phone rings

just when you're in

that limbo state

where the mind lets go

and the daydream ideas flow

good and odd inspiration

for poems

off...

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It comes around again, and again,
it hits high and it hits low,
a steady run,
and then it comes around again,
and again,
it sets your toe to tapping,
and then your leg,
your whole body,
and then it comes around again
and again.
You can stay there sitting, analyzing
like some stupid mainland haole,
and...

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“Stop pushing so hard”
“I can't take the pressure”

I heard someone say
just the other day

“I really feel that
I should do this...
but I'm pulled the other way”

As if we are caught
in a web of our making
all tangled up
in each others strings

Twisted and manipulated
into certain duties
when our efforts
would...

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forgive me lord for not being there
forgive me for not taking the initiative to care
please fill the gap between us two
i want to really, really know you
i've separated myself with substitutes of you
it's just me and you and the two of us can make it...

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I must have promised to diligently strive
to get up each morning by half past five.
Drink my java, watch the news, keep
things quiet and let her snooze..
Wash up at our bathroom sink but keep
the faucet trickling so she gets a full drink..
Serve her a chicken pate...

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