Best Tack Poems
There was once a lady called Ms Jack
Who lived near a grass region called Tack.
When prickled by the grasses
On her way with her glasses.
She let down her glasses and her Jack.
For Andrea's "Show Me The Funny" Contest.
That tick in my fur
really bugs me -
scratch-scratch.
Tick tack rickety rack,
that tick needs to go!
Oh me, oh my,
that tick really needs to go -
rich-ratch.
Aunika Alch
Age 11
There's a quaint little cross roads town that nestles in the shadow,
Of majestic Pikes Peak called Punkin Center in eastern Colorado.
The prime business in town is the Punkin Center Tack and Feed Store,
Where farmers and ranchers congregate to shoot the bull and more!
There you'll find fellers in bib overalls and John Deere tractor caps,
Cowboy hats, scruffy boots, faded jeans and greasy leather chaps.
Some spit streams of terbaccy juice - others enjoy roll-yer-own smokes,
And the air is rant with guffaws as they ply each other with bawdy jokes!
There are Ford 150, Dodge Ram and Chevy Silverado pickups galore,
Waitin' for their owners to load up on this and that from the store.
But they ain't in no hurry - besides it looks like a norther is on the way.
The Punkin Center Tack and Feed Store is a great place to idle time away!
Clyde Purpleears, the owner, stocks plentiful supplies for those in need:
Fertilizer, saddles, bales of hay, manure forks, hog and chicken feed,
Baler twine, hip boots for muckin' out the barn as well as various seeds,
Milk buckets, lariat rope, gloves, shotgun shells and stuff for killin' weeds!
Clyde displays the latest in coyote traps, steel posts and barbed wires,
Nose rings for randy bulls, post hole diggers and John Deere tractor tires!
As the shadow of Pikes Peak creeps over Punkin Center 'bout half past four,
Clyde shoos the loafers out of the Tack and Feed store and closes the door!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Sharp as a tack is what they say
When someone is perceptive,
But when that person's old and gray
The brain's not as receptive.
He may still seem both quick and smart
In things that really matter,
But aging surely plays its part
To make that tack much flatter.
sometimes i feel that the time
runs faster than me,
that I becomes slowest than a snail,
that with a snap a fingers,
i can turn myself in a memorie.
Our Words have echoes that are for others to hear...
Words can be downers or uppers or they can fill others
with cheer.
What we say can have a lasting impact...
So chose your words carefully and speak them with tact.
Affirm and encourage those that are special to you...
During each day this could be one of the most important
things you do
Playing with fire can hurt and burn...
But speaking encouraging words can be a great habit
to learn.
Our words can burn if spoken in strife...
But in love, they can affirm and enhance someones life.
So let your words echo with a spirit of love...
And pray that they'll provide a witness of God's love
from above.
TK<
Tick, tack!
Tick, tack!
Tick, tack!
The chant of a faithful wall clock
Yesterday, is gone
Today, has been born
What do you, with your time?
It asks, with each stealth chime
As it ticks and tacks, in due time
So young fellow, think twice
But, think at once
For it will tick and tack, alway
Even if you take it's cells, away
Form:
tilt to left, lean
bends soft lithe mast
sails lilt, languid
The clock
tick tack,
slowly flows...
time
nonstop
steadily
so flits .. !
46
My mind
Is coming back
Can write poetry
Like sticking a tack
Blu Tack
Blu Tack can
speak in
analogue.
Enrolling as a pirate is much harder than it seems,
You’ll need to speak in present tense and chase your wildest dreams.
Well, once you’ve trained a parrot and been measured for your hook,
You have to plough through pages of the health and safety book.
The pointed end’s the bow, whilst your rudder’s near the aft,
Our crow’s nest has no greenery - that struck me as pretty daft.
We share the seas with submarines, with shipwrecks and blue whales
An’ there be umpteen ropes and pulleys with which to hoist our sails.
If we earn a jug of rum, we treat that as a gift.
The winds are strong and variable, I hopes you get my drift,
You’ll need to bring some cutlery and a deep enamel dish
If you want to get your ration of vegetables and fish.
You’ll have to learn to tolerate some rough-and-ready chaps,
Forget those childhood stories about chests and treasure maps,
You need to wield a cutlass to acquire the upper-hand,
So there ain’t much time for paddling, or playin’ on the sand.
You have to act as look-out when you’re sailing through the mist
But once you’re down the gangplank there are lassies to be kissed,
So be somewhat suspicious when they tries to hold your hand
They might be agents for The Revenue and want your contraband.
We hate the swarthy merchantmen, the Spaniards and the Danes,
We hate them water companies spillin’ sewage from their drains,
The noise of heavy cannon-fire plays havoc with our ears,
But that’s a strong tradition amongst us buccaneers.
Every job has downsides - it’s always been that way
But we get to see the sun go down almost every day,
And when you leave your hammock you may catch the sun a-rising
So sign-on as a pirate and your life will be surprising!
Swallow it ir not.'
No news to advance the world
Many coffins nailed
A new scare awaits
Attention attention past
Death has high value
For W H O.' you choose it.'
Punch and Judy show so many
Division fatigue despair
The game was tick-tack-toe
One person tried to put on a show
But got caught in the game
Then tried to re-claim
And won ten games in a row