Short Sacks Poems

Cattle rolled tracks
Straw sacks
Migrants rode lonely
Lonesome rhythm in sound
Landless –...

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harmonica
America
we're riding these tracks
with sacks on our backs
in search of a dream
while our mothers scream...

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Mother having held near their canvas sacks 
Rice, beans as potatos across time: ashen rivers
Muddy water dry brush seasons misty skies; faraway...

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There was a man named Pauls
Who was born near the Victoria falls
Had a male organ on his fore head
Which almost killed him dead
For the sacks hung over his eye balls...

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fallen leaves gathered
plastic sacks for discarding
my tired, aching back
not again is my refrain
boy next door has autumn job

written September 1, 2021...

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A combination of Haiku and Kyoka

designer originals
from feed sacks
after the chickens were fed

her artist's touch
honed with the aid
of her foot movement
on the treadle machine...

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serene stun scenes seen
singularly secluded 
stars seem simply shining strained 

sun shuns such scent sacks 
sabotages surroundings ---
scribble sleek soft-sounding songs 


10 January 2023...

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Those who stay at home wait for the ration, 
Due to the outbreak of the contagion, 
Relief goods will come they're told, 
So sacks have reached each household, 
But rice is still in the milling station. Love...

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Madness is a window
Tasting light and fear (THE OUTSIDE)

Scattered seeds
Plastic sacks sowing
Fluoride in your brain...(A)

White canvas stretching
Stares of a one-note aria
Careen careen careen
-ing……….....

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As Chubs Run

Chubs run like marathon winners
Laden with potato sacks
Heavy legs, aching backs
Rolls of fatty flapping
Slap Slap slapping
Huffing to get thinner


***Susan Burch***
*Won 7th place in "Anagrammatically Speaking" contest...

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Chased down, Santa’s sled leaves skid marks on the ledge of North Pole.
Sacks in hand, green elves turn Christmas red - punishment shoveling coal.


12/18/2018
Cute Christmas Couplet Poetry Contest/Andrea Dietrich

*Green - New employees...

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spooky costumes
sacks filled with treats
laughter and giggles
along the streets
goblins whisper
ghosts go boo
pumpkins ask
how are you
ooh, cool night
along the way
children shiver
leaves at play
halloween
the night of fun
cool fall evening
for everyone...

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leaves get aging spots
falling seeds, shifting of birds ~
harbingers of fall


trees go bald and stripped
resemble antlers of bucks~
sacks full of produce


days go diminished
lapse rate of warmth increases~
groundwork for winter

PLACE : 3rd



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Prosopagnosia Self Diagnosis

Oliver Wolf Sacks
Was a neuroscientist always in search of facts.
Neurological problems and oddities he studied
Later realizing his face recognition was very much muddied.

This is in honor of Dr. Sacks who passed away on August 30th....

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Santa Claus is coming
To all the girls and boys
Upon His shiny sleigh
Bringing sacks of toys
With his red nosed reindeers
Magic dust to make them fly
So to all you beautiful children
Don't forget He likes mince pies




© Copyright K.C.Leake
27th November 2015
All Rights Reserved...

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the stearn bear
ate the bull
as meat unto idols
    (the idle mammals
              of mammon
         on fence road)
the bags of king Midas filled
 as offense rose
the comstock lode
                         dropped
bovines into stockyards
and the slaughterhouse rules
 (u.s.) Pavlovian fools...

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Shadows are stiff
hard-edged, 
all telling,
not fibbing
nor forgiving.
The mind's eye is blind 
to the shadowy-side 
we carry in ruck-sacks behind
our backs.
Shadows are brutally honest,
dark and gloomy,
sketches of self in outline,
that we would rather lose
'cause they can't be
colored in....

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I see people of different race and culture
so calm and calculative i stare like the vulture.
I see mothers with babies strapped to their backs-
and men with goods in woven sacks.
I see the child with the hope of tomorrow,
so do i see the old with tears of sorrow,
all these that i see-
is nothing but guts and glee....

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Standing in front of the hidden entrance

On horseback, with loud sacks

Clinking as loot hit loot.

With smiles of satisfaction adorning their faces

The chief said the magic words, and in went the team;

Safe from the spoiled, safe from the world,

Ready to go back out and lay misery on  poor souls

(C) Nyonglema...

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O! Sweetness let me trick you
Into a dark corner soaking wet
Extruding saliva within desire
As tongue to caresses thy skin
Edging you around into yields
Moans, cries in soft teeth bites
Busted sacks sucked in erotica
Censured ecstasy in thy divide
Expel hardness, refined focus?

On temptation in fissured rapture’s
Seek another juicy plum to capture....

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Cotton sleeps unsoundly, 
Knowing many hands are there  to pick it--
Many scarred hands that roam
The fluffy fields at the crack of dawn.
Cotton gets anxious
When sunlight wakes the morn.
Cotton smells the coffee brewing
And fidgets fretfully 
At the thought of brown
Blood stained hands.
Cotton meets its death
In sacks slung around
Poor men’s shoulders....

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So like dreadful ebony sacks of bones, 
Tethered and harnessed we are with memories
Grim and Gay both…
Desperate to cut away trappings 
Just as determined not to forget
Our loads melded together with a single fraying seam
From constant pulling for opposing purpose
We cling to hope that is a dry as the dusty bones in the sacks
Revealed in all that we do not say....

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Our hopes and anticipation
 Rise when we see
 The trucks and helicopters from United Nations
 Approaching our village that is merry
 Tonight we will sleep on full bellies
 The elders rush to the gate
 We rush to our huts
 To get our sacks

 But the elders meet us with despair
 On their faces and our excitement changes
 To gloom and hope the heavens may
 Smile and save us today...

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Christmas Carol's
On the streets again
Turning tricks
While the clock ticks
Towards the saviour's day

No seat by the fire,
No pies and mulled wine
She pulls up her knickers
And steps back in line

A fat man arrives
To empty his sacks
But this sadistic 60-year-old
Is no Santa Claus

He's Old Nick instead
And Carol gets
One hell of a beating
As her festive gift...

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The evening of November first
Brought forth a gentle rain
For autumn sought to slake its thirst
While October had abstained

How fair to spare the children
That they might prowl the night
And their candy sacks be filled then
To their costumed hearts’ delight

Now November comes to claim
The scent of cold, wet stone
As the first of all fall rains
Seeps deep into this poem....

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