Shacked Poems - Poems about Shacked

...LAST YEAR OF HIGH SCHOOL As I was finishing my senior year in high school I knew I wanted out. I wasn’t going to college. No desire or grades. I was 18 after all, almost 19 Everyone asked, “wha......

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...This is about me, so completely unique, and yet so much the same. No that's not me, that's the beloved youngest member of our family , Brix!!! To name four things about me: NOW: I am slow and ......

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...A calico cat and a madras pretty thought they were oh-so-witty Shacked up together on a rainy day colors blended to mud ~ poor baby kitty......

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...I’m a ‘bar-back’, I stack, I pull up the crates, unpack and rack. I hump boxes of glasses in, then I hump them out again. I roll barrels into a hand-cranked elevator, then roll the empties into ......

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...I. Miles McNeill was not a fine young man, he barley finished high school, with a D, seemed more interested in a thug life, ran with the gangs and lived life on the streets. Already had a crim......

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...I’m a ‘bar-back’, I stack, I pull up the crates, unpack and rack. I hump boxes of glasses in, then I hump them out again. I roll barrels into a hand-cranked elevator, then roll the empties into ......

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...There was an old Santa from Limerick Who became so odd as a maverick He drove all his reindeer insane When they showered him with methane And lived the rest of his life choleric. He was nomina......

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...Thy scalp thoroughly massaged during hair washing, after showering (frequently tapping the cold water faucet – in an effort to ramp up brisk temperature tolerance), an immediate process to shak......

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...At first it appeared nothing was wrong, But then one cartridge could be seen on the floor Then more bullets were found scattered nearby A horde of bullets in a wooden box shacked<......

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...A man behind bars, Committed for a crime he did not do, The wife on the outside, Thinking this could not be true, Evidence says otherwise, Frame could it be, Being wrongly convicted, Accused a......

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...I could write of the anger or pain inside, But I don't feel like paying attention to it this time, The struggles are real, but so is the love, And it's always the love that rises above, Bye, bye,......

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...I never planned on letting you back into my life but last night after I drank enough black label to float my scars and let my eyes swim back into delusion you kicked in the door to my apartmen......

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...clicking by/ a ticking fly eating out my eyes/ which are dry because i cry on the inside/ my soul rides on the pain/ and with that i'll gain a strain that this time I might maintain/ a steady so......

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...As I pull weeds from cracks in sidewalks Yout sit on top of thrones made of solid gold And I pay no mind to the women around me, Only to your beauty do I hold an Ode. I see my fair Spanish lady my d......

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...I reckon you could rightly say that I am from the old school, But some of the politically correct stuff today, as a general rule, Leaves me scratching my skull, baffled and so incredulous, Groping......

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