Best Stack Up Poems

It took just a moment
A single concentration lapse
And down the drain,Bayern's effort went
Whilst Messi enjoyed the claps


Life is like a football game
As dicey as a game of chess
A step can earn you fame
Another can end you up in a mess

A poor tackle can earn you...

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Second hand smoke can kill you
But so can second hand love
Like a jumper on top of a building
'Til someone gives him a shove

You compare me to the way he was
Yet you never mention his name
But everytime I don't stack up
I'm the one that you blame

I...

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Usually, I fall behind
Where I’m supposed to be.
One step back (or more), I am
In perpetuity.

Papers pose in giant piles,
Awaiting my perusal.
All entreaties for removal
Meet with my refusal.

Clothes stack up in massive heaps
In hushed anticipation – 
Will the washer or the drawers
Be their next destination?

Catalogues lay...

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The other day while rummaging in a closet I was instantly overcome with joy
when I ran across our storage bins filled with our children’s once used toys.

Toys our children and grandchildren played with when they were young and new…
Toys that don’t grow up…like children and...

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I Should Have, Pen In Hand, Wet Paper As Before

Mercy, what a sad loss, no ink had stained white page
and rolling stone catches no moss, cries wise old sage.
I should have, pen in hand, wet paper as before
for my vanished bits fled to invisible shores.
I...

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"Dia de Los Muertos", the Spanish name it.  Eve
of All Saints, saw we of the church of blessed assurance
of an observance ushering in fall while easing
our multilingual obsession with death.  The sun shines
on unmarked graves, and, "Come winter the same
snow falls, dusting us...

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[This poem 'No God Of  Mine' was seemingly confounding readers as
to its meaning. Ordinarily, if I felt a poem wasn't  cutting it, I'd delete
it, but on this occasion, I've been asked to explain it... so here goes.]


By way of prologue, the picture is indicative of a discovered...

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Stuck inside of a nightmare
lookin' like I might just slight tear
myself from the light there right
barely a knife couldn't share me a slice of the right hare
even if I slice up the bright hair
this rave is still goin' downhill
now will they break away the paint...

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Dear Miss Monkey Manners, I am writing to you for guidance if you please,
I’m seeing a Howler Monkey who likes it when I’m on the stage doing my striptease.
I can’t say that he’s not exuberant or that I feel unappreciated,
But when he yells it will...

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Speechless, so speechless even my script is blank
in wake of a promise to uphold
What else is there for me to say
besides relying on a list of all my best read lines
but U Have amnesia
I have nothing, only a far away gaze
to steal my attention, my...

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My belly's full, but I'm hungry.
There's plenty of food, but I can't decide what to eat.
If I move my feet will I lose my seat.
Figuratively I speak,
Would I rather be sitting on Flat Rock or climbing Squaw Peak.

Any where but here.
Inside my head's the one...

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You ask if I'm okay, there's a long pause
I try to find the words to let you know I'm a lost cause
I know you tried to help, had so much hope
But your efforts were no match for the self hatred and dope
I'd like to lie...

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Cement, sand and gravel, blood, body and soul
Eternity bred from hell's darkest hole
Combine gruesome aggregates, hydrate the mix
Mould them and dry them, then stack up the bricks.

Thought in advance and precision laboured
Set automatic, eternity savoured
No human hand shall guide the contraption
Though flesh of the wretched...

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“When pride comes, then comes disgrace, but with humility comes wisdom.”
    ~ Proverbs 11:2 (NIV)

A popular topic ’mongst people of faith
Is whether among them are those who but sayeth
That they’ll abide by precepts that all claim
As theirs in that group.  Well,...

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No frames of Arts
No articulation of the tongue to fight
Words
low enough to skip
the storm

Sing the silence

A circular dream that does not want to be woken up

Words plugged into their stammer
worries stack up without pause
Like something drilling.


I stare into the fire.
I close my eyes. That makes...

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