Shack Poems - Poems about Shack

Toe shack Put another log On the near burnt out fire They tell me to charge more Then tell me they did the job for a song and a story I've heard before The Government is prohibiting the bites that is never chewed Useless you write your story Validation goes miscued Let us fight any way we can afford Don't think...

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the abandoned shack looks miserable and forlorn standing amid brambles and weeds in an unkempt field her porch boards creak ominously as we walk across them Some of the end boards have disintegrated she looks sad and gloomy; her front door is gone she has not been cared for in a number of years the upstairs windows are broken probably by...

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Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night In my ramshackle torn straw old bed The mice are chewing my toes And the bedbugs bite Elephants dancing in my head I think to myself "It's not a bad life I can't complain'' Just as the cat Catherine Once again wee's on the bed!!!! ????!!!!!! I just can't understand why...

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The accordion is my instrument of choice. This was stated by striped blue cat Joyce. My brother Adley is on the cymbals, nice and loud. Cousin Zaney plays the violin, he has a classical crowd. I asked, What kind of music do you like the best? Bluegrass, rock and roll, classical and all the rest. We are bongo playing cats...

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The cottage was no more than a shack, But it kinda took me back, To that place, I grew up and spent me days, Livin and learnin, its all sort of a haze. We was poor, but always had enough to eat. Me dad was hard, and oh, me mum was sweet. A good combination to raise a lad, An I was...

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I looked at him sitting there With his head back in a stare He had a meal and sat right back And died that way as a matter of fact In a shack near the beach He built it when youth was within his reach And I wondered at his last thought When his heart gave out in its retort We placed him...

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Modest and Like Living In Shack Can be modest and like living in a shack, And what you give out will receive back; Grass would weed; Never did need; On occasion, ability to love you may lack. Jim Horn...

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Such A Plain and Simple Shack In my long life, any love did lack; Knew I would have to return back; Am trying to find, What I left behind; Was such a plain and simple shack. Jim Horn...

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Never have I been one to wear my emotions on my sleeve Longing for love but too afraid to of cupid’s arrow malady My heart is on the market, but I’ve stowed away the key From dusk till dawn I search for a sign that love is meant to be But I have slowly come to realize love’s...

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Password Paranoia Hey, how did you do that? Do what? Open that can? I used the can opener. I KNOW, but where did you put in the password? What password? The CAN OPENER password! I stare at my 4-year-old grandchild, who is scowling and glaring at me, with the hate of a disemboweled tiger, in full-body, angry eyebrow-clenching pout face. WHAT? Then I remember he...

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Be patient my soul for your earthly shack will soon be replaced by a mansion in the sky! © Demetrios Trifiatis 02 August 2017...

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Near the river Jane, there’s a little shack plain. Not much my dear to see. Come and share it with me. Bring your little dog, Poke, who’s the color of smoke. And a cushion for sleep that at night warming keep. The roof doesn’t have leak, new floor’s pine lacking squeak.. Bed of oak with springs neat, quilt down comforter’s heat Job is steady at trade, where broad...

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I grew up in a one roomed shack a king size Coca-Cola space crammed like Marlboro cigars in a pack a place I ran to for defense my home which some see as a plight where my family had to find the right way it was my bedroom at night my mother's pantry by day a lounge where my dad like a doc...

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Small Beach Shack God did bring light to dawn's early crack While we were living in a small beach shack And as the sun in sky had started to rise Heard seagull screeches and loud cries. Morning by God was brought back to life again We said our morning prayers ending in Amen And another new day we will never forget Always having...

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The run down shack Out in the woods Boards missing Graffiti But that lock on the door Hasn't stopped anybody From breaking in through The windows What they don't know Is that you gotta be A special kind of person To actually see What the inside really looks like. There's more to it than meets the eye....

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