Best Stacked Poems
Declared debris? ... O' woe is me!
I am a just a chubby club of three..
Beyond the two, ... before the four
Not the card I hoped to be
If I could choose, I'd be much more!
I’d wear a crown, and be the king
But, what the heck….the deck is stacked!
A crying shame…to have a name
that holds no pride, and sad effect
is that I hold no claim to fame!
Even twos get twice the fame!
Just plain ole’ me..
Not five, not eight, not nine, not ten,
I’m hardly worth a chip to bet
Just a three of clubs…and chubby too
A chubby club! Oh! Woe is me! …
A plain old three of clubs I am
And I get snubbed, at poker games
No one really cares for me
They toss me in among the crowd
Of royalty and joker smiles
Ace defends his rightful place
Dueces often party wild!
I shuffle in, in lower case
Get pushed around the dealer’s place
Those sevens poke their hearts and spades
Into my face! It's a disgrace!
A racist bunch! … Why must it be?
The diamonds sparkle in the light
Those snobby queens don’t flirt with me
The hearts, in fact, get all the love
Old Jack, the leader of the pack
hangs out with only rowdy spades
The odds are stacked against my name
Even when I’m old and gray
I will shuffle in, worn, bent, and frayed,
And while they play their poker game
Some day they’ll use me as a peg
Folded over several ways
To fix that wobbly table leg!
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Submitted for PD's Contest : 101 Old Poems in a Row #7
carrying chopped wood
to stack in our supply pile ...
my whole day splintered
Let some hope dreams reach arms
first,
Yet come cope. Seems each charm
burst
Frets from dopes' schemes. Speech
harms worst.
Debts numb popes. Teams preach
warm thirst;
Wet rum. Roped beams breech
barms! Cursed
Vets hum mopes! Streams leech!
Farms nurse
Pet bums? Nope! Gleams screeched
swarmed hearse!
When I go to pay my rent,
In lies, no true, say I spent
Yen. Why so few stay high? Vent
Sins! Cry woes! New ways by, went
Men. Guys show blues play eyes. Cents
Spend! Buy lows who may die. Gents
Win sly dough; Views day skies sent.
Futile attempts hurt
One armed man punching the wind
Life is frustrating.
Walk a mile in my two shoes.
Stalk days, while men spy through views
Talked. Stay! Aisles thin by new pews.
Balk! Weigh miles, when eyes, who choose
Caulked ways, file sin. Cry blue blues!
Chalk gray smiles, then try to schmooze
Gawks. Pray vile kin die. True dues!
Try to create a stacked rhyme;
My new elate! Play whacked chimes
High. Few relate! Days lacked time's
Eyes too. Restate ways facts climb.
Guys, who debate paid back dimes,
Buy dues we hate. Stay! Track crimes
By clues. See fate lay tact primes.
It is a wonderful apartment
But, just comfortable for three,
A surprise visit from relatives
Soon turns into a catastrophe.
Ouch watch out will you
Cried from a young child,
How do you find the space
Seems they will be here awhile.
Breakfast now requires shifts
Lunch and supper do too,
Lets not forget about bedtime
Oh, just how to make it through.
We pile them in one at a time
Please, step over that one,
Parents are under much pressure
While the kid's thinks its fun.
With time going by quickly
Your guests will soon go,
All the over crowding now gone
You'll really miss it I know.
SOULS FALL THROUGH GRACE'S WIDE EYES
STROLE TALL YOU CHASE TIDES WISE
OLE HALLS VIEW ACE'S RIDE RISE
GOALS CRAWL NEW FACE GUIDE GUYS
"WHOLE" ALL TRUE RACES EYED HIGHS
ROLES STALL DUES PACE GLIDE SKIES
Dressing Up
David J Walker
Dressed as if the place was packed
Stacked
With men and women dressed from
Racked
Expressions of power and success
Red power tie
Blue blazer
Black oxfords
Black dress
Low cut slow
To the
Silver pearls below
Daring to show
Enough to know
what you are missing
And stilettos if you dare
Draped
And faked
Dressed
But going nowhere
Important
Hiding
Biding time
Siding
With the 401K crowd
Direct deposits
Adding up
While dressing up
I love a woman that’s stacked
Not skimpy on her features
She’s nice and plump and cuddly
Wow, here comes one now!
The sky's on fire
time to run is now too late
to pray now-- time's up.
The sky has turned black
run for your life now, fireman
too late for you now.
the sky has turned red
fire is over the top
of the trees now, run.
OUR WORDS STACKED AS SKYSCRAPERS
THE world is committed to insanity;
our words stacked as skyscrapers
allow ants characters to escape
flooding water
as drowned bodies float
past the windows of office space.
:: 04-25-2019 ::
e.p.robles (c) 2019
I will defy all of the odds,
To protect you from even the gods.
Never giving it all
Never losing it all
False wisdom
From the voices of drought
Emptying my heart
With a soul left in parts
All promises
Vain wishes in doubt
But giving it all
New rain started to fall
My eyes opening up
From inside
The clouds pulling back
Showing dreams neatly stacked
Where my will and my spirit
—reside
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2016)