Short Off The Rack Poems

don't  lay back
get off the rack
the cards or stack
you must combind
let life shine
ITS TIME...

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do you run
its  fun
to get out and back 
out of the sack
pull it off the rack
and get back on the
TRACK...

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do you run
its  fun
to get out and back 
out of the sack
pull it off the rack
and get back on the
TRACK...

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don't hold back
take it off the rack
if its facts
its that time
to leave going back behind
SPEAK YOUR MIND...

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get it off the rack
don't hold back
its a fact
if it hurts inside
let the tears slide
loss is of fears
RELEASE THE TEARS...

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no stepping back
get off the rack
we've had that stuff
and has bit the dust
now don't get decuss
TIME TO 
STAND UP...

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don't step back
get off that rack
so your black
cards or stack
you can do what you
choose too
stop feeling blue
BE PROUND OF YOU...

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Watch out for a pervert named Jack.
He cannot keep his hands off a rack.
The rule goes as such,
you can look but don't touch
and beware of husbands on attack....

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When that jolly red man with a sack
brings your wishes to you off the rack,
no late Christmas night
for first frosty light,
warm the car up and take it all back....

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don't lay back
get off that rack
 shake until you bake
do up do down
do it all around
slow fast non stop 
or hiphop don't be blue
music can get you thur
LET THE MUSIC GET TO YOU...

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its was snowing
wind blowing
it began to make stack
we took shove off the rack
when out back
it was snow ball fight
we had fun doing the night
we were happy not sad
WE DID
THE KIDS SNOW
MOM AND DAD...

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Cleaning out the closets
 in the autumn time of year
Old shoes fell off the rack,
 worn and faded from use.
How many steps were taken
  with that very pair?

Steps to work and shopping
 then back home again. 
New shoes may replace them
 taking different steps tomorrow
but old shoes cannot return us
 as time is only borrowed....

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The ghosts are on the landing,
The ghosts are in the back hall,
The ghosts are in my brain waves,
The ghosts give me a call.

My hair stands on end,
Chills go down my back.
Goosebumps on my arms.
Hat falls off a rack.

The ghosts whisper words.
I am too scared to hear them.
See that outside door?
I just ran out of the kitchen....

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She dances, she glances
     Beyond her shoulder. 
            She peers,
          Looking back; 
      Her beautiful smile.
   She poses in the mirror.

  {Stanza 1: Rick Parise}

         A polka dot dress 
   She marveled at bought 
    Off-the-rack by hubby;
    Twirling like a dervish,
  She squeals with delight.
She loves her birthday gift!...

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Loud, rowdy, coarse,
a bit rough around the edges,
more likely to say “Shut Up!”
than “Quiet Please.”

Jeans, well worn,
faded by harsh winds,
and searing sun.
face to match.

The “gods?”
diabolical match makers.

Soft spoken, silky smooth,
edges buffed,
hushed a room
on entering.

Tailored,
off the rack,
draped on artistic
magnificence,
smiling……that…
smile.


©3/21/2018

submitted too – Burlap and Satin – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Anthony Slausen...

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