Shiftless Poems - Poems about Shiftless

...I wanna trade in my stubby spindleshanks..., (a poor excuse for legs), and get me the latest sophisticated prosthetics advancements, whereat integration of cultured stem cells into custom made......Read the rest...

...Sassy sobriquets schooled sissy spindleshanks... studious sexagenarian skinny scruffy scribe My utmost humblest apology for inducing the following cerebral calisthenics upon your cranium, but ......Read the rest...

...“toll tell tale” you’re the dead ringer i the shiftless nightshift dweller listlessly listening for thee......Read the rest...

...We were both seniors, but he was some 21 years my senior. Ken was A most dear friend who passed away a couple of years ago. I was spilling my heart out to him one day as we drove along in the v......Read the rest...

... shiftless louies constant wish for a new satellite dish made his wife stammer in her best grammar come home once you caught a fish. ......Read the rest...

...Thunderous, roaring, booming, deafening A hit so good got 'em begging Begging for more, just pulling 'em in with magnetism Hitting so LOUD causing astigmatism Now, vision for the future is di......Read the rest...

...The Night Before Friends, I thought I would re-post this for the holiday season for a little chuckle! T 'was the night before Christmas and all through the house You can hear the wife calli......Read the rest...

...When I was young I had dreams,  dreams to go here and there. ......Read the rest...

...Social media on fleek Prolific likes and praise we seek Knowledge of 'SELF' is as distant as a stranger in the night A nomad in a dark, desolate land so void of divine light Social distancin......Read the rest...

...Ode To A Mammogram Checking the calendar for appointments to be made I come across a giant circle that I placed there yearly take another day off work and dress for the parade I’ve lost a lis......Read the rest...

...Friends, I thought I would re-post this for the holiday season T 'was the night before Christmas and all through the house You can hear the wife calling me a louse The stocking are hung on the ......Read the rest...

...Walking in curiosity's footprints, I wander through life like a beachcomber. But I seek wit above trinkets and chintz, tracking thinkers and poets like Homer. Many see me as a shiftless r......Read the rest...

...Households unhitch so readily. We watch incredulous as they float off, hulls creaking, rafters cracking like wind-lashed rigging. Where we once believed roots gripped bedrock now shiftless bo......Read the rest...

...TRANSPORTATION, A POETRY LESSON OF HISTORY Transplanted, unwittingly, an invasive plant Transported – the ship itself – to foreign port Far, far away from welcome, the known – So far and foreign,......Read the rest...

...T 'was the night before Christmas and all through the house You can hear the wife calling me a louse The stocking are hung on the mantle with care In hopes that presents might soon be there Mama ......Read the rest...