Jacks Poems - Poems about Jacks

JACKS AND THE BOOM BOOM ROOM HISTORY AND SPOKEN WORD Before the Boom Boom Room in San Francisco’s Fillmore District came to be, it was Jack’s. A poppin’ groove organ funk soul jazz club on Sutter Street. This jumpin’ home cookin’ get down no nonsense dive hang bar was for the working-class African...

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Jack, Jack, Jack and jack, what about me, my name is Jill I’m only mentioned once, when we climbed up the hill , Then Jack fell, and broke his crown, I was filled with dread, So tumbled after him, but he had gone to bed, To bandage his head. Jack Sprat and his wife, one ate no fat and...

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The jacks are frolicking again I heard TomTom yell. We ran outside to see the result of the witches’ spell. Jack-o-lanterns were sitting quietly not doing a thing. Come on! Dance! Yelped TomTom, and do it with zing. The jacks sat silently, not moving the least little bit. TomTom stomped off angry after throwing a baby fit. Gossipy cat was not...

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A Box of Jacks A box of fun, popcorn and nuts, a prize, all to be shared. A simple pleasure, a memory, an event, to be treasured, not measured but looked back upon when we are long passed the point of childhood altogether, and are desperate to be more child-like, than adult. Embracing the magic of life, takes turns...

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Uncle Jack decided to surprise me at school Wore his new Halloween costume Of himself being caged and carried by a gorilla He thought I would laugh. I followed the lead of the other kindergarteners. We screamed and clutched each other in terror. The teacher could not calm us down. Uncle Jack apologized over and over. I thought it was terrific! Kindergarten had never...

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I remember it well that October night Meteors aligned tipped like candelabra lights I'm sitting in my outhouse under a hakka lantern Yea, in Guangxi Province, pending storm concerns Kinda spooky feeling magnetic electric zipping Need to lay of the 'Jacks' feels like I'm tripping It's like a potion to me, it brings me to likes edge Thankfully the 'Moor' in me,...

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Though it's been decades and a million one eyed jacks ago i still can remember them plopping down amidst the perfume and the smack of chips at a low stakes blackjack table.. Older lady- younger man dressed in blue jeans and plaid shirts I guessed them to be mother and son but I could be wrong. They were quiet and pleasant unlike the...

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what if the push that you had had left holding oooh so tightly and letting out all breath i have never been above the bottom no need to take that call no-one i want with me nowhere left to fall...

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Jack was always a happy soul, Just a shop boy with a sweetheart. When the war called men and boy Their lives were torn apart. He wrote letters to his sweetheart Saying we'll be married someday. he wrote letters to his mother And Inquired about her day he would write to his little brother telling of the horrors that he...

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I’ve got a thirteen year old His name is Jack Never does what he’s told He always answers back He won’t go to school He always tells lies He thinks he’s really cool I don’t understand why The streets he always roam Drinking with his friends Never will come home Not until the party ends His room is never clean He’s never heard of Mr. Sheen He calls my...

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there was a woodsman called jacks who swung the worlds sharpest axe one or two chops thats all giant fir trees would fall that's the fun fallen fir facts...

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there is a craving in my heart an anticipation that keeps me going propulses me to greet each morning with the same excitement and childlike hope as when I'd open that new box of Cracker Jacks AP: Honorable Mention 2020 Posted on November 5, 2019...

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A Bag of Jacks In place upon the pavement and sun upon my back Within my hand there jangles a little bag of jacks Along with friends to watch or even have a play The little bag is opened, the jacks are disarrayed All eyes are cast upon their pattern on the ground A little rubber ball within the flimsy...

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Jacks are played in Israel. Jacks are played in Spain. Jacks are played in Texas And in the Florida rain. Jacks are played in Korea And played by kids like us. Jacks are played in Hawaii. Stop making all that fuss! Jacks are played in Singapore. Somalia and Zimbabwe too. Jacks are played in Trinidad. And probably Timbuktu....

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Jacks from Montreal in case you don't know Likes a laugh and in his work it does show Been around a long time Enjoys composing rhyme If you want humour then to his page go. Shame we can't all get together and sing Happy birthday to soups limerick king He's eighty four today Sending greeting's his way To this site laughter and joy...

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