Short Shacks Poems
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Night train skids off tracks;
it crashes into shacks...
no easy escape.
It's nightmare or dream?
All passengers scream...
train plunges into lake.
I'm all right Jack:
as the wretched live in shacks,
in the slums out the back,
by the place with Big Mac’s,
of the price that they lack.
Joy,
Never feels dancing
In
Gloomy palaces
But
Delighted is to dance
In
Gleeful Shacks!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
23 September 2015
On my way to find a stick
I found a quack with seven hicks
Each hick had seven hacks
Each hack had seven chicks
Each chick had seven shacks
Shacks, Hicks, hacks, and chicks
How many should I hit with the stick ?
their youth are blaring rock bands from ipods
in electricless village bamboo shacks
their adults bemoan the loss of culture
our youth are blazing on ahead, consuming
in never sleeping cities of credit and commerce
our adults are lost in mezmerizing ragas
I smell the flesh at my temples burning,
and the pounding of my head shacks
and rattles of death burns my soul.
Heat- ouch!
fire- burning so hard
and the women with the buckets of water and alcohol
don't come around to put me out and give me a drink.
I sit there burning, dying, and feeling bad...
11/25/2013
Our future he impacts
Social issues he just stacks
He gives educators the axe
Keeps piling the load on our backs
His stance on illegal immigrants lacks
He took a loose stance on tax
Mud slung, he seldom retracts
From his vantage point he acts
Lives in a mansion while we live in shacks
Lots of promises, few facts
Simple slacks, nymphomaniacs bent over against the wall
Training tracks, trapped out shacks three pirouettes then fall
Switching blues not of the clues pills not measured in balls
Way to close the overdosed introducing the new King Fentanyl...
bmdavey@08/2024
A cold, comfortless park bench
an empty subway train
A bed of leaves, trending damp
a knoll of grass behind an exit ramp
Long-abandoned shacks
or railroad tracks
Boarded-up homes
no-trespassing danger zones
All these serenade me to sleep
echo the music, all night I weep
Palm trees and ocean breeze heavenly received by this pasty white
northern teen. On the drive to grandma's snowbird roost she points
out a black family; "they must be renters, blacks are only here during
the week to work".
road to Disneyworld
lined with tin and waste wood shacks
short of dreams come true
7.9.2020
A Memory Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Line Gauthier
O' there's so much resilience in residence;
People so inside...
vessels, lessons, treasure, houses,
dwellings beaches, farms apartments in caves
Living in dwellings homeless shelters grounds yards sidewalks condemned house trains and boats
Scampi shanty shacks
O' there's so much resilience in residence,
People inside
RESIDENCE
4/16/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2025
When journalism fails to deliver the facts,
And no longer apologies for shameful acts,
Constantly ending up on the wrong tracks,
Failing to prevent shark attracts,
On those who suffer from panic attacks,
More interested in becoming political hacks,
Papering over the cracks,
And roasting words on racks,
All to fill the owners money sacks,
Is it not time we turned our backs,
And return to our shacks,
To give our children what journalism lacks.
Rustic hints of shambolic yet magic shacks
Glints of silky footprint frolic tints the tracks
Mussel sacks demonic crab claw tussle cracks
No skinflint skimps sprinkles winkles & shrimps
Cockles twinkle the bucolic prawns the pimps
Shiny oysters briny gangster & milky prankster
Iconic lobster the mobster swish shellfish stacks
(Although to be fair for the heir of fancy flair fayre
The French care so much oui they say Fruit De Mer)