Jack Up Poems - Poems about Jack Up

August the eleventh is a very special day Because happy Jack Ellison is ninety today A talented musician he used to play the banjo With the Canadiana singers, many years ago A ladies' man with a keen eye for the fillies Makes us all laugh with his limerick sillies But Jack he can write serious poetry too He's a proud Canadian through...

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As a young boy when not very old I did enjoy being told grisly bedtime stories by my Mother the favourite was none other than altho' I was just a nipper Whitechapel Fishmonger Murders perpetrated by Jack the Kipper ...

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Jack 177 26 Jun 2025 A room in my head called emotion Controlled by various means A thermometer reacting to the room temperature of others The cold shoulder of silent indifference Could turn the blood in my veins, to frozen streams Other times, blood starts to boil with internal rage The mercury of overreaction, starts to rise The volatile instability, damages perception I work hard...

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Jack 171 27 May 2025 I’m Christopher Columbus, exploring my mind, because no one else has I’m precise, when rambling on, towards the point I’m simple, while being extremely complicated I’m intelligent, but capable of absolute stupidity I’m a stick of rock, with the message of fairness I’m focus so deep, that sometimes I’m not physically there I’m infinite beginnings, with much fewer...

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Jack 162 10 Apr 2025 Ask me what I see And my reply might be negative I don’t see in colour, be it hair, eyes or skin I don’t see any superiority, in any given religion when they all give faith and strength to those that believe I don’t see identity as an issue, it’s a personal matter of choice I don’t see...

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Jack 155 10 Mar 2025 I met my younger self today He insisted it was at the pub He needed to be comfy and had much to say I declined his offer of a pint Declaring I’m good with the water, thanks anyway He insisted, come on have a beer, it’s what we do I told him, one day he will know, he...

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Jack 172 - 4 Jun 2025 Once solid like Ice Life painfully boiled me to a liquid The heat continued until I evaporated Never knowing what I was meant to be ...

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Sneaking through the graveyard in the dead of night to a hidden garden in full moonlight you want to be careful better beware the fiery eyes of the scarecrow's stare if the spell is broken you open Pandora's Box and it's lights out for the jack-o-lanterns they're in for a nasty shock you have to be careful better beware the Halloween screams of your worst nightmare 'cause something's jumping in...

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Little Red Riding Hood took a lunch to her grandma who liked to munch Riding Hood liked to play like waiter until Wolf spied her and then ate her. Little Bo Peep had trouble with sheep They'd follow grass. "Stop it," she'd peep. One got lost, causing Bo to sniff: "That's it!" and pushed all over cliff. Cinderella got dressed for the dance Mean...

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THE STORY OF BOXCAR JACK NOT MANY KNOW OF BOXCAR JACK WHO LIVES ON A TRAIN GOING WAY BACK HEARING THE SOUND OF THE CLITITY CLACK THAT COMES FROM BEAT OF A NORTHBOUND TRACK WELL BOXCAR WAS A MUSIC MAN PLAYING HIS GUITAR WHEN HE CAN STRUMMING OUT A HEARTFELT TUNE NEVER STOPPING NONE TO SOON BOXCAR WAS ALSO A LADIES MAN HAD...

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There's this happy fellow named Jack A serious bone in his body he lacks When they finally close his coffin He'll be scratchin' and clawin' Yelling a la Schwarzenegger “I'll be back” ...

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"The dealer cheated!" You cry to deaf ears Or at least, ears that need some aid "The game makers should've by now retreated, You will keep in mind my tears When you pay for what I paid." Honey, the world doesn't work remotely like that It won't turn in your favor when you play Blackjack The masses are cruel, they'll ridicule you like...

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was the whiskey and the jazz playing On too many black nights with too Many lonely women and not a poem Between them How many times can you run From the shadow of the voices that Surround you Beating like drums in the darkness Tasting more of your flesh each time Not leaving enough for a man to breathe No way for a man to...

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I asked Jack, "How can you stand to live in that box? Whiskey on the rocks?” He said, "Nah, it's much more mundane. I simply turn off my brain; then, turn it back on again, when someone else wants me to entertain....

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Not that Jack and Jill Jack took Jill up the hill On the pretext of fetching water But the need for some weed Was a far more pressing order. The hill was all green with flowers asunder When they lit the pipe so they could go under Jack inhaled deeply and spied Jilly with a posy She took the pipe and...

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