Long Zack Poems
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give it away
give it all
all for what
all for nothing
nothing you bet
nothing yil get
get out there quick
get lost in a ditch
ditch ya wife
ditch ya dog
dog won’t miss ya
dog'll piss ya
ya think yiv got it down
ya haven’t been down under
under what ya say?
under what ya pray?
pray it ain't worth a zack
pray your honey aint outback
outback’n the wild roo’s nestin’ kick
outback and back again he’s slick
slick and kicking for a noice steak
slick and mad as a cut snake
snake’s got death in his bite
snake’ll ruin a weddin orright
orright’cha got two seconds tah think
orright your seconds gone yeh in a stink
stink in heaps
stink the dunny rat he is
is you thinking in the wild to slack off
is you ready to rack off
off to the waters in a hurray mate
off to the sandy slates run clean
clean as a bottler at sea
clean as ya ever can see
see here we all left our lives
see this is where we feel alive
alive in the wild far from the loo
alive away from the crazy blue
blue sea soppin the sand around
blue surroundin this land we’re proud
proud in the danger of ever
proud to amaze whoever
whoever ya meet
whoever ya see
see chance give it a burl
see um tackle the crock in a curl
curl on his back is a good going off
curl in his teeth yiv gotcha limb torn off
off!
off!
For the Down Under contest
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*Don’t think I did this quite right! Though it was fun to try anyhow ^___^
Page 4 The Lost Souls Saloon
With a wave of her hand
The cowhands all dispersed
Then she spoke to me some words
I'm sure were well rehearsed
She leaned a little forward,
placed her palm 'long side my cheek
Said, "I could be the one,
if it's companionship you seek"
I admit she put a smile
on my ruff and worn out face
and my eyes began to wander
down her corset made of lace
Then she grabbed me by my vest
as she pulled me from the chair
dragged me 'cross the floor
and made me stumble up the stairs
We landed by a door
when she pulled me by my shirt
Then slammed me 'gainst the wall
and said "please now make me hurt"
I was taken back and tongue tied
So I answered with a kiss
and though I've been with gals before
There was never one like this
Then I entered through the door
Seeking conquest and its glory
As cast aside my faith
In this place called purgatory
Don't want to miss page 7
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It was com'in up on daybreak
I was run'in out of time
While every second ran like sweat
Just one thought filled my mind
If he would turn his back
Or maybe look away
I could reach down in my boot to get
My gun, to make my play
But he had one eye trained on me
With one eye on the gold
I knew I'd better act real soon
Or end up stiff and cold
Then suddenly, I heard a voice
From down the graveyard mound
A voice I've heard once before
It was the sheriff of the town
He hollered to the Doc
"Is everything all right,
it concerned me just a little
you were up here through the night"
As the Sheriff walked through the shadows
of leafless trees long dead
He drew and cocked his pistol
then put a bullet through Doc's head
My first thought was, he saved me
But I really felt unsure
Perhaps is was the way
he was staring at the ore
And as I moved so slowly
inching toward my gun
the sheriff said "Hold It,
I wouldn't that son"
to be continued
Where did you get that oatmeal cookie I asked Jack.
Off the oatmeal cookie tree, we keep it out back.
His mother gave the kitchen counter a tiny whack.
With her old-fashioned apron made from a flour sack.
I got into their frig and got myself some pepper jack.
Where is your other kid? Oh, she said, do you mean Zack?
I did not know about him. I meant your little one, Mack.
He is with my husband, eating lunch at Restaurant Jack Stack.
Jack got excited and asked “With Frick and Frack?”
They are his cousins; the three are usually a pack.
Yes, said his mother, and also with Uncle Hack.
The acks in this family, they simply don’t lack.
From 2011 to 2013 I was a member of the online social group called The "SteamPunk Empire" and wrote poetry and stories for the site. I created a group of 67 renegade contributors (Very funny I might add) called "The Gear Of Rejection" with several sub-groups within it. My Favorite one was named "Zombie Station" Under which I wrote using the Pseudonym "Zack The Zombie Dude". This is my station and this is my poem.
The Station
In the mist---you hear the hissing
Of the train that you've been missing
And you know you're getting near
To the Station that you fear
For the engineer is dead
There's no brain inside his head
But his thoughts---still remain
And this drives you quite insane
Now that passengers start boarding
Is it death the coach is hoarding ?
And it's waiting there for you
What on this earth will you do.............
Come and stand here at the wicket ?
To receive your one way ticket
And the price of this toll ?
Is your brain and you soul
JT Curtis ......AKA ....Zack The Zombie Dude
Alice and Alex always ate apples.
Bobby brought baked beans
Carol cooked cleaned catfish
David decorated delicious donuts
Ellen endured eating eleven eggs
Freddie fried five fish
Gina grabbed green grapes.
Holly had Heavenly Hash
Ivan indulged in Ice cream
John just jostled jello
Kim kept kool aid
Lisa loves long licorice
Mike made mini meatloaf
Nan needed new napkins
Oliver offered olives
Peter preferred pumpkin pies
Queenie quietly quit
Rosaline roasted ribs
Sharon sampled strawberry sauce
Tom tossed the tomatoes
Ulysses used utensils
Valerie vegetables varied
Willy wasted watermelon
Xavier x-irradiated xacuti
Yolanda yielded yellow yogurt
Zack zested zucchini
Have you ever considered
the many cases
where family albums
show strangers' faces?
Some of those faces
may well be your own
standing off in the background
apart and unknown
But don't take my word for it
See for yourself
Your album of strangers
is up on your shelf
There's your concert photo
with your best friend Zack
But who are those people
hanging 'round in the back?
You have no idea
and neither does he
But there they all are
for your family to see
I'm sure you have others
but one is enough
in proving my point
which you cannot rebuff
Imagine that maybe
in some obscure book
on a library shelf
where people will look
You've made an appearance
in a photograph there
and many have seen you
while you're unaware
Just an unwitting subject
in the camera's eye
captured forever
as you happened by
Out there in the world
I'm willing to bet
somewhere there's a family
perhaps in Tibet
Viewing their photos
of trips from afar
and they're wondering just
who the heck you are
You're standing right there
in plain sight of all
right next to their grandmother
Ling from Nepal
You took the same photo
with your companion
near Ling and her family
at The Grand Canyon
They're here in our pictures
as we are in theirs
All over the world
we're caught unawares
So, why do I ponder
this subject so deep?
Oh no reason really
I just couldn't sleep
3/1/19
Page 5
With the body in the wagon
Me and Doc rode through the town
looking up and down the street
not a soul was left around
The Doc gave out a chuckle
"These superstitious fools
They might as well pull this wagon
they're as bright as this old mule"
We reached the edge of town
there I spied a big ole hill
In the moonlight I saw crosses
as I felt a sudden chill
All theses wooden crosses
not a headstone in the lot
They looked to be quite recent
which gave me food for thought
"Doc, it seemed you had more death here
was it plague or like tonight"
The Doc just looking forward
with glowing eyes, and lips shut tight
It was a little erie,
riding up that graveyard hill
and we rode up to a spot
were the old mule now stood still
I jumped out of the wagon
but the Doc kept sitting there
"Are you all right" I asked him
He just turned his head and stared
To be continued
Whoopi Kyoooooooooooooo!
The Doc's hand in his pocket
Drew out slow, a hidden gun
and I had to put my hands up
with no time to draw, or run
As he said "you're gonna dig
not just one grave, but let's say two,
and I'll say you just left town
no one hear will have a clue"
Then he threw a shovel towards me
and it landed at my feet
He said "Hurry up and dig
and it need not be to neat"
I wasn't sure to ask
why this sudden change of mind
'Cause somewhere in my diggin'
there's an answer I might find
I must have dug at least three feet
that's when I hit some rock
and something in that makeshift grave
made me look up at Doc
Still, with gun in hand
But consumed by greed and lust
He jumped down from the wagon
In a cloud of moon lit dust
He walked his way with caution
as he glanced down in the ditch
"I guess you know by now,
That we mustn't have a snitch"
The gun he held so firmly
Was now just inches from my head
and I knew that any minute
I was the next one to be dead
to be continued
The continuing Saga of Zack Waverly
The Shoot Out At The KOA Corral
Six more days of dust and heat
along this lonely trail,
Although I thought
'Til I caught sight
of a horse, quite sick, and frail
There was no saddle on his back
no bridle and no reins
and as I rode a little closer
I could see he was in pain
I left my horse, canteen in hand
approached him very slow
Careful not to spook him off
I kept my voice quite low
and poured some water
in my palm and cradled every drop
and how he lapped the water up
I'ld thought he'd never stop
It took some time, to build some trust
Understanding his position
Tired, sick and all along
And in, such poor condition
I wondered who the owner was
who would treat a live like this
and so I looked and found the brand
which really made me pis*ed
It's been some years since I had seen
a brand that looked that way
but there it was, I knew because
I'd worked for KOA