Best Up The Creek Poems
Bloody race horses! Flamin’ ‘Hilly’. He said he had the inside news
‘Put everything you own on it, the horse just cannot lose’.
To think I listened to him; he’s left me right up the creek,
‘cause now I’m ‘stony’ broke. Payday’s not ‘til Friday week.
Well ‘Hilly’ he just gave a grin. Said “Don’t worry she’ll be right.
Here, take a quid and pay me back when you get paid next Friday night”.
“Hang on” I said, “You’ve got money left, I’d like to know how come!”
“Oh!” grinned ‘Hilly’ “I got late news; the jockey said the horse won’t run”.
‘That’s great!’ I thought, at least his quid has put me in the black.
But Andy, who loaned me last time, now wants his money back.
So here I am quid-less; a sad and sorry looking sight
with not a ‘cracker’ to me name and the dance is on tonight.
“Well ain’t you going?” Andy asked. I answered, “Don’t think so,
I don’t feel like walking to the door when I ain’t got any ‘dough”.
“Money! You don’t need money; ain’t you got a rabbit skin,
they’re worth more than a ‘bob’ you know, two will get you in”.
I thought about what Andy said … about what gets me through the door,
but hang on! Here’s another thought. A fox skin’s worth much more.
A rabbit only brings a ‘bob’, but a fox, well he’s worth five.
Surely they will give me change. Three ‘bob’ will help me to survive.
I don’t normally have this cunning nature but times are really hard.
If I’m to deal a winning hand I must hold the trumping card.
When the ‘sheila’ asked for money, I looked sad and dropped me head.
“Well have you got two rabbit skins?” That’s when I brightened up and said.
“Sorry Love I don’t have rabbit, but I have a fox instead”.
“Fine” she beamed, “A fox is great” then she whispered when she said
“Fox skins are worth much more than rabbit”. She checked the fox for mange -
then handed me two hare and a rabbit skin as change.
emotions they flutter,
and lessons are learned,
beware of the eyes of the beast,
charmed by the snake,
bird hesitates,
so hypnotised,
now it cant speak.
so it's now up the creek:( (cactus, snake do do)
cactus ratshoot was the bird,
after the snake had scoffed him on,
a sweet delight, and he was gone,
anon, too right momma...
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Tall, dark and handsome
With a muscular physic
He's everything a woman could ask for
He even has an impressive technique
Smooth as an aged
Bottle of fine wine
And filled with words
That’ll make a woman
Loose her mind
How can there be such a man
That’s just that sweet
And still be called a heterosexual
Never in my wildest dreams
Have I met a man
That’s plushed, polished and oh so sleek
Like a well written book
That I could critique
I’d give him nothing but rave reviews
And awards up the creek
I remember the cabin by the lake in the wood
and Grandma giving us buckets, telling us we should
walk up the creek to get some water from the stream.
Remembering it now is almost like a dream.
No electricity, no plumbing, no water at hand
but we thought it the prettiest place in the land.
In spring we got water not far from the door.
As summer progressed we had to walk a little more.
By August the spring barely flowed at all
so we'd follow the stream, though we were quite small.
Alone in the woods with a bucket each,
following that creek 'til a pool we'd reach.
Filling the buckets, then back down the hill.
This was our chore, I remember it still.
We'd pick wild flowers and try to catch frogs,
taking too long as we walked along logs.
Every morning two buckets of water we brought.
These were for drinking, lake water was not.
Lake water was boiled and used for cleaning up.
The only one who drank it was the cocker spaniel pup.
The stream was the run-off from melted snow.
Down the mountain it ran, to the lake below.
Fast and furious , the winter through
but gentle and quiet by summer it grew.
The cabins at the lake are updated now
with electricity and plumbing but I remember how
two eight year old girls went for water each day.
Their chore done before they headed off to play.
~~~Francine Roberts~~~
04/06/2011
for Constance's 'Write Me a rippling Stream'
contest
Up the creek
Creek
Reeking in the sun
As I sit alone old and gray
in the darkness of the night
I should be sad and sorry
when I look back at my life
The loves that I have gone through
which caused me mortal pain
The money I have pissed away
and thrown youth down the drain
I lost my land and my house
my credit and my doe
Yes, I'm up the creek without
a paddle, with which to row
I've seen my friends all drift away
and my family dying slow
I fly without a net these days
for there's no safe place to go
I'm here alone old and gray
What's left to do but die
So, I look up at the heavens
And ask the question "Why"
of course the answer, may take time
Perhaps another year
So on the brighter side of life
There's this cooler packed with beer
Sully* was back in the saddle
up the creek without a paddle
Meenie stole his hat
followed a stout rat
With cookies his hands did meddle
Sully* is Sullivan my pet simian ghost
Meenie is my cat
Both are naughty
I kept all of my money in my mattress instead of a bank.
It was stolen last week and I only have myself to thank.
I have never trusted banks, that's why my mattress was stuffed.
I want to buy a hot dog but I'm so poor that I don't have enough.
I'd like to strangle the thief, he's a dirty crook and a rotten louse.
I can't pay my mortgage and the bank is going to take my house.
I had three million bucks stuffed in my mattress.
My wife left me today and now I'm so depressed.
Now I'm up the creek without a paddle and my boat just sank.
Don't make the same mistake that I did, keep your money in a bank.
(Even though this fictional poem is intended to be funny, it's not a good idea for
people to keep large sums of money in their homes.)
There's always room for a little more Jesus in your life.....................
I'm tired of seeing the good die,
I know somebody that these crooks should try,
Because evil acts makes families in the hood cry,
See for sin you pay a cold price,
So change your old life,
because your whole life,
can be a blessing when you hold Christ,
I watch some sinners behavior,
Is it a cry out, That they want to be a God craver,
There's nothing greater when the Savior,
blesses you & lets you live highly favored,
He has power in his hands
and when he touch us,
We'll suffer no injustice,
He gives us angelic crutches,
and I wear the armor of God, because it's the toughest,
I believe the whole world needs this apparel,
Love & believe in He who is greater
because he watches over us just like the sparrow,
So give your whole heart to the Lord
and rebuke all your evil thinking,
and you will not feel like you're up the creek when
you come aboard Gods ship
See this wicked world is slowly sinking,
As I look out my window
I see things that lets me know
we need a change
Thats why I choose to worship the Lord
Up the creek without a paddle?
Writer's block causing distress?
Get back up on the saddle
Ride the stream of consciousness!
7/16/2022
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Stream of consciousness is a literary style in which a writer’s thoughts, feelings, and reactions are depicted in a continuous flow uninterrupted by objective description or conventional dialogue. Even though the result may not always be worthy of publishing, the process can be an effective means to break through writer’s block, yielding fresh ideas that can be developed at a later time.
down the stairs
down the creek
creek is down
creek is flowing
flowing fast
flowing under
under glass
under pass
pass it over
pass it slow
slow poke
slow down
down and around
down for the count
count the money
count is under
under siege
under the sun
sun is hot
sun went down
down beat
down south
south west
south bound
bound up
bound down
down the road
down time
time out
time to go
go slow
go under
under appreciate
under paid
paid down
paid up
up the creek
up or down
down wind
down a well
well is full
well is deep
deep pockets
deep and down
down and out
down and down
down under
down bridge
bridge
under
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From his sweetie Dave took lots of guff
'Cause his beard was mighty ruff
Too bad you get fewer kisses, Dave
Try Burma Shave - its all the rave!
Do you sprout a very wild stubble?
Have you heard of the latest rave?
You'd save yerself a ton of trouble
Taming yer mug with Burma Shave!
We feel very sorry for poor Walter
His bride left him standing at the altar!
His whiskers scratched her lovely face
Should-a used Burma Shave to save face!
Is that 5 o'clock shadow giving you stress?
And are the ladies noticing you less?
Then, on yer mug you should slather
A creamy coat of Burma Shave lather!
While they were dancing cheek to cheek
Said she, "Go paddle up the creek!
You scratched my face, you hairy knave!
Next time treat yer mug with Burma Shave!"
This Christmas season is much too bleak
The pandemic is sending it up the creek
because the elves are sick with Carona Virus
A situation that's far from being desirous
and getting worse with every passing week
Even the reindeer are wearing a sad frown
There won't be enough toys to go all around
and now Santa is infected with the Covid germ
Mrs. Claus is so worried, she's started to squirm
The world is tensed on the edge of a lockdown
I heard Santa talking to the North Pole Mayor
hoping to postpone the holiday everywhere
How will parents soothe children when they see
that no presents were left beneath the tree?
"The Grinch stole Christmas, and that's not fair!"
As August approaches its end
It’s harder for us to pretend
That the summer’s still here
For it seems pretty clear
That to autumn our thoughts do transcend.
All the stores and the sites advertise
Sales on clothes and, of course, school supplies.
Camps have shuttered their bunks,
Swimmers had their last dunks
And the sun takes much longer to rise.
Those who can may enjoy one last week
When routines aren’t set, so to speak
But when Labor Day hits
Summer’s calling it quits
Leaving those not prepared up the creek.
When I Become King
By Elton Camp
Note: This poem contains a challenge
to writers.
As soon as ruler I am crowned,
Many changes will come around
Peace or cancer cure I won’t say
As no king could do that anyway
But when I have such royal power,
Annoying folks in fear will cower
Of such folly, I’ll remove every trace
And make the world a better place
Politicians are not permitted to lie
If they’re no longer seen, that’s why
Those who force others hands to shake
To prison, guards will promptly take
Store clerks who to customers are rude
Will go to the jail cell that’s most crude
Those who let their irksome dog bark
Houses with a scarlet “D” I’ll mark
And no person will again come to dare
To assume others their opinions share
The waiter will be flogged who tries
To call any café customers “you guys”
The cop who hides behind a road sign
Will be fired or perhaps allowed to resign
Telemarketers will hunting other jobs
In my kingdom there’ll be no such slobs
Folks who fill sentences with “You know”
Back to school they will be required to go
Televangelists who claim for God to speak
Are required to prove it or be up the creek
Those over twenty who shorts do wear
A most costly fine they will have to bear
Those who abuse kids, the king enrage
And will be thrown into the lion’s cage
This incomplete list shows things too few
Assume you are king and tell what to do
Write a poem and post it on this site
Then others can judge if you’re right
Make it serious or funny as you will
Have fun or your guts you can spill
So to all those writers who are out there
Please accept this challenge if you dare