Short Alack Poems

He chose to dine on the seas of time
    to drink from Cinderella's slipper

  Alas and alack, the glass did crack ~
    sparkling champagne awash in kipper...

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O, to write verse steamy and romantic
      I perceived as a treat semantic
 
   Alas and alack, 'twas an anvil's press
      A sea-wreck, I, of a murderess...

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Extractions are cheaper than fillings
But the dentist went mad with the drillings
So alas and alack
And a bucket of plaque
 It cost me two quid; forty shillings!...

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The winter has honed its attack.
“I'm freezing!” my butt shrieks alack,
as up climb the freezes
from toes passed the knees-es.
It's so cold my foreskin grew back!

12/30/18...

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No Imelda Marcos, she,
One good pair of shoes for me,
Plain, flat, sensible, black,
No sexy high heels, alack,
But I can walk where I want to be,
One good pair of shoes for me....

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Alas and alack, ye ole Happy Jack is here
Sending some gigglie stuff from ear to rear
Did I say rear?
I apologize, my dears
To you guys out there, just sending good cheer...

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she had a bountiful body and a mysical mind
tht's the reason i truly adored Erica
alas and alack i had to leave her behind
because the nut-job wanted me to kill everyone in America
   (c) 2012.....PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~...

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Shadows surround me in
    my den of iniquity
  Satanic sprites flit across walls
    faint traces of smoke inhabit the halls

  I draw forth my sword
    Lunge at the air
  Alas and alack ~
    I've laid my Muse bare...

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Fishy and Medusa like
moves subtle in piscean flight

Slower than darting eyes
small mammals increase your size

Shady (steak out) waiting
cold smooth incalculable expectant satiating

For Carolyn Devonshire's attack contest!!...

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Once we were very young,
Our journey had begun,
We bounced around in the back,
No seatbelts, alas, alack,
I was rubbing the hair of Grandpa Jack,
Trying to drive, with me on his back,
That was 'the good old days',
Vanished in nostalgic haze!...

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Once we were very young,
Our journey had begun,
We bounced around in the back,
No seatbelts, alas, alack,
I was rubbing the hair of Grandpa Jack,
Trying to drive, with me on his back,
That was 'the good old days',
Vanished in nostalgic haze!...

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to change the past,
erase the line,
write happy words ,
erase the crime,
to dwell on hurt,
burnt acid time,
with alas alack,
 i'm doing fine?  
or am i?

methinks we are here to suffer,
at different levels, for our souls rhyme???  
good luck mate...
Don...

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Passion buried like a stone
When Alma left Oskar alone;
Their anagram she was to unpick
Leaving him bereft,lovesick..alack
His studio & life,painted..black on black

*anagram of their Christian names & title to Oskar's famous poem he dedicated to his love 
Alma Mahler.

http://www.thecityreview.com/kokosch.html...

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Nonce, twaffling and outgrabbish trolls,
pilgriffed and trumbled threen by doggerel.

All did amphigorous cleem to shwangle the shweeng,
and shming the shmengle without shmee.

Alas! Alack! Alloy! 
Jimble! Jingle! Twimble! Twoy! 
Jabberwocks and jumblies;
Trinkles and troys,
With toves and raths
In joves did cloy....

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Ist germ warfare? 

Yes Bob,
1950s In Aussie they used myxmetosis, 
carried by mosquito the mostest, 
Squatter Jack was of grass, alack, (always) 
disposed of the rabbit he boasted, 
but the bunny out bred the attack,
 brer bunny might give you a slappp:) 
adapting old bunny still coasting...

Don Johnson 3-sep-11...

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The stage was set, the guests now all arrived
A bright sun shone o'er garden paths and flow'rs
The groomsmen sparred and raced about outside
Some bridesmaids danced  and laughed 'midst leafy bow'rs

Yet heard in distant realms, the rumble of Spring show'rs
Alas, cried she, dared Ze-us spoil this Day
Alack, moaned he, the gods will have their Way...

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Sometimes we draw,
 the card from the deck, 
a pain in de rissole, 
painful as heck,
 fate fakes the magic, 
And fatal we swoon,
prearranged so tragic
 ironic the tune,
 till we do our time in the sack, 
no escape no going back, 
till we escape from the light of the moon?
 a sanity attack, 
and over all too soon,
 alas and bloody alack... don...

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What caused and made me try this cryptic voice
  Did I or did I not have any choice
  is Time so cruel to teasingly disgrace
  The weaponry I choose to seal my fate
  Silence is so easy to embrace and use
  I could yet stay a shy reclusive muse
  If not for this my desperate attempt
  at words of rhymed intention
  Alas Alack  this stolen  time
  I'd saved to spend
  in quiet contemplation...

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i'm stuck between heaven and hell
with secrets i can not tell
who to trust and who to believe
these thoughts i perceive

i'd like the world to be worthy
of trust and to be less nervy
always be ready for that stab in the back
the world is cold it cares alack

i'd really love to have a friend
who i can trust to the very end
and never feeling down or conned
for this friendship time often longed....

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The rose my mother planted, is just a memory,
the rose my mother planted, is far across the sea.
I can remember it as a  lad,
being tended with loving care by my dad.
Running past him in the sun,
playing games, and having fun.
 
But alas, alack, those days are gone,
still the childhood memories, linger on.
Perhaps one day, who knows, we will see,
once more, I will gaze at mothers rose, across the sea....

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No more the curse of what is bad,
enduring cause, or so-so sad
I am the circle of the mad,
disciple of implore . . . the Had!

This venture, trusted counterfeit
the soul's combustion ~ make it fit,
alas, alack, the sum of it,
I am rescheduled ~ my work's bit!

Oh labor lost, the onion's pit
has much more flavor ~ keep, not spit
approve, thy own concern with grit,
a self conferring, truth not skit!

No cause demurring can restrict,
this thought occuring ~ I've had it!...

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I long for somewhere
where the red fires of rage
are blown out like a candle at dawn,

where the orange light of destruction
is dimmed to a humble glow,

where the yellow sickness of the masses
is miraculously cured.

I yearn for somewhere
where my grass is green too,

where the blue sadness
becomes a joyous celebration,

where the indigo oppression of yesteryear
is eradicated,

where the violet hate
turns to love.

But alas alack… I can only see the rainbow....

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haha...yes no laughing matter mate..."
Chicken Karma" by Peter Duggan 

the fowl strikes back , 
a chook attack,
 the humans slack, 
might get their come uppance, 
alack... 
and come a crupper, 
askance....

 love it mate..... 
Don

Reply....As ye sow, you get corny, 
and reap uncooked forlorn prawnys .... 
ones deed comes up to speed , 
car on the racing track, 
comes around yes indeed, 
next time it gives you a smack,
 karma on the racetrack steed, 
a hurting memory Jack

.... Don...

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O Chanukah, dear
  my problem is clear
You arrived way, way
  too early this year

What's a fellow to do
  your candles all through
Potato latkes all eaten
  dreidels spun, weather-beaten

Still no snow on the ground
  yet to come Christmas sounds
While holiday gifts they are wrapping
  Chanukah's tucked away, napping

Alas and alack, please make up your mind
  never again to fall so far behind
12/25, Chanukah! next year, do you hear
  if you expect me to be of holiday cheer...

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The rhymester fails to e'er descry the inner secret hearsed,
his verse beguiled by beauty slight in Truth -- alack! -- unversed
while Nature sups on Horror still in hurricanoes blind,
bone-fires on heaths, banked holocausts, and droughts deranged aligned
till vomits she the antic with the ancient flood worldwide,
the void and maelstrom waste in which the Scream is hard denied
as each five seconds reaching up, the jealous undertow
down drags a child in Pain and Fear to innards sh*t below....

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