Mack Poems

Mack and Stack

Seed of Fear:  Jack and Jill

Mack and Stacks went up to the trap,
to stash a pail of cash, slick and packed.

The street was quiet, corners still,
sun hung heavy over the window sill.
Mack held the bag, pockets tight with green,
Stacks right behind, eyes sharp, unseen.

A shadow broke, the door rattled loud,
a flash, a bang, the

Give Me The Rhythm

I am a free spirit happy and free
I travel which way wind blows
Often heard singing off key
But dancing to the beat on my toes

Words are blurred I forget them 
Often making up my own ditty
Yet in the rhythm I can swim
And match the groove so pretty

Miss Mary Mack wasn’t dressed in black
For I gave her

AKA 'Connie Mack'

    Cornelius McGillicuddy Mack    
    You can’t make up a name like that

      At baseball he took a loud whack
      (Managing the A’s to 3,731 wins)
          ~

Uncle Mack and his Killer Smile

He had a killer of a smile
But his mind was a blank
He could run a country mile
Though he was built like a tank

He got married eight times
But each bride soon brought him back
Rejected for his pebble-sized brain
My sweet smiling Uncle Mack

feels like I have been run over by a Mack Truck

My ankles have arthritis
Walking is terrifying
Especially in winter

My asthma is triggered by cold weather
I wear a mask, because it helps me sometimes
Today is not one of those days

I crunch my boots over the icy tundra that is Kansas City
Wishing I was twenty years younger and sixty pounds lighter

My dogs follow me, watching me struggle
I am

arrogant pencil Mack

Pencil jumped out of my right hand and gave my left fingers a tiny tap
Three new ideas came to me in a quick snap; I needed pencil back.
Pencil refused to take direction, gave my cheek a tiny slap.
It was my fault for personalizing him and naming him Mack.
Mack wrote for an hour and ten minutes,

dog Jack meets my cousin Mack

the green dog had the bluest eyes and the ears of orange said Mack.
He had a blue nose, and red scales down his hairy humped over back.
the second he walked in the door, he said “Hello, just call me Jack.”
I was so surprised he spoke English, I nearly fell over said Mack.

Did he come to

Mack the Notorious Killer Cat

Mack had the cat-titude of one who was notoriously aloof
Luckily most cats did not see his hidden diabolical uncaring self.
His kill room was full of felines who had thought he was clever
He was, of course, just not in the ways they had hoped

He was hunting tonight; looking for an unsure female 
He liked them young,

Mack Tries To Set Them Up

One Eyed Mack remembered not what two eyes felt like 
He had lost sight in his left eye when a little tyke 
He has been preaching since he was three or four
Inviting all the neighbors to church forevermore

Not many stayed, two diehards did though
Old Mr. Willis and Lady Bow Flow
She formed her church around her

Mack

Here lies Mack
Flat on his back
Sleeping like a baby
His guts are worms
All full of germs
His brain is just a gravy
He was a tool
Drowned in a pool
For children 3 and under
Why so dumb?
No one knows
We can only wonder

A Return of the Mack Closet King

got rhymes that rap got rhymes that reel some may say it's no big deal
like a human shield we come together light as a feather no matter the weather
got me on a leash trying to impeach Trump I got a hunch call me late for lunch
to walk the miracle mile still to know all the

Mack

I heard clarity 
In the quiver of his voice 
I saw quintessence
In his only choice 
His thin frame 
Stood rigid against the storm
And from his eyes
He kept hearts warm
Shelter is a place 
Tangible by touch
The only thing left
By the destruction of so much
And in his gesture of hope
His actions did not lack
It was just a

Mack the Killer

Of all the fiends I ever knew, the worst was Mack the Killer
Who lived on other people’s gold, a spendthrift and coin-spiller

We all watched as he showered gold on mothers never wives
We saw him fill the tweaking hands of men embracing blight

We saw them never work again, their days turned fast to waste
We saw the

Mack the Fork

Mack The Fork

Take me back to the wholesome days by the back porch swing
 Long to recapture those timeless moments let the freedom ring
 Many years have passed still having a reason to grasp
 The lemonade stand with the fork in the middle
 Now I'm stuck at second base having a pickle in the middle

A Cry In the Dark By Thomasia Mack 8th Grade

Why do I keep feeling this way?
Like I'm in a dark place.
I have a great life,
but I feel like somethings is missing.
so my heart keeps twisting.

I feel like the dark place I'm in
won't let the light in.
Nobody else but me,
loneliness....how could this be?
Can anybody hear me...
please don't fear me.

I need somebody by my side.
It feels

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