Jack Poems - Poems about Jack

...On graduation day you put away your saddle shoes. You took a naked walk through the garden till you got to the pool. You had Vivaldi on steroids, Monet on cocaine. You’re not Mother Theresa. No ne......Read More

... Here & there, everywhere lie pieces & parts of me I exist only in the moments between what is and will be… Taking a ride to the minimart... Enjoy the passing lands... ...watching the sun p......Read More

... There were ten of the female gender in my immediate family. Comparatively, there were five of us males and a dog name Jack. Whether needed or not, I'd say there was a two to one advantage. ......Read More

... Long, long, ago, in MY FATHER'S ......Read More

... Ziziphus Jujuba tree: Australia's where they be. Why all the fuss? Well, let’s discuss; We'll do so amicably! Somewhat tangentially, Known as a Jujube tree. Ziziphus fruit Sounds ......Read More

...'Georgia On My Mind' 'Hit the Road Jack' 'What'd I Say' Musing through rhythm Seeing clearly with my 'first' The 'Genius' from Albany......Read More

... There is an old lady from Morocco, Who cries whenever she smells tobacco, She sued her neighbour, Fined three weeks labour, She sleeps with a lamp beside, called Jack-O. June 1, 2022......Read More

...These are the best sports poems by Michael R. Burch, Part III For Jack Nicklaus, at the 1987 Open by Michael R. Burch When you were young every putt was makeable and every dream remarkable; ......Read More

... Captain America . . . a superhero created by cartoonist Joe Simon and Jack Kirby first appeared in 1941 in Marvel Comics he was a patriotic super soldier w......Read More

... I was wondering today if something is wrong with me if I'm normal healthy it doesn't happen to me It doesn't I can't write anymore about shadows cemeteries crests I can't write like I u......Read More

...I often need a rainy day To catch up on my depression, A raven on my windowsill And a book of lyric poetry Open to the page Where the center cannot hold; Where the raineth drop And the moppe......Read More

...As sheriff I shot with my gun Indians and outlaws on the run with my posse till dead and done my badge pinned to my chest. When a neighbour I’d hear and see climbing up a silk cotton tree ......Read More

...in the pupil of her eye don't know if its lost or trapped not sure if anything has moved around her hold a fleck in emerald moat to stop from drowning Jack seriously move over Tyrannically Tit......Read More

...Prone to bloviation pure and simple rides on figurative high horse, which doubles up as my Plymouth Duster analogous to General George Armstrong Custer (blowing his i.e. mine little big horn) an......Read More

...Steven Rogers was born in New York in nineteen twenty, a sweet boy. A comic book artist, born to poor Irish immigrants, their pride and joy. Wanted to join the military and fight Nazis when he was......Read More