Short Smack Poems
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A besmitten, besotted young miss
was beguiled by the man of her sis
though betwixt and between
will her lust cause a scene?
She cared not, and blew him a big kiss!
Swimming When Hit By Smack,
You should have seen ocean smack,
Received on every cranny and crack,
Being crass;
Each crevasse,
Which would be from front to back.
Jim Horn
I speak of cash crops, refined
apothecary powders (staples really) bought to
sate, to feed the scarred artery and the
diseased mind, the lover and the slave.
I speak of madness.
Form:
Mosquito smack,
mosquito slap.
Have some of that,
Naw man that's nasty,
Mosquito smack,
mosquito slap.
Catch Ya, when I'm back,
Yeah, man it's time.
I need calamine,
On my crack.
*smack* *punch* *kick*
Behind closed doors is what you miss
On the outside, it all seems fine
On the inside, it all declines
But hide or else
You might hear yells
*smack* *punch* *kick
Big Mac, Big Smack... what's all the damn fuss
At home much cheaper, but still yummy stuff
Easy, no problem
Get bigger bottoms
We're not so anxious to walk around in the buff
Mr. Bernie Sanders is talking smack
C'mon! The geezer just had a heart attack!
He's 78 years old, campaigning for a socialist revolution
Proof that presidential politics doesn't obey the laws of evolution
she gave him a smack
he gave her a crack
how about s sock?
his cheek now on lock
she gave him a swat
his throat muscles caught
she slugged him that day
he soon walked away
abusers can be
women you see
drug addicts no shame
any excuse once it’s lame
in court last fix claimed
back out burgling on the game
society accepts blame
By
David Kavanagh
A SMACK
copyright: r.k.chakrabarty
08 Nov, 2014
A smack
I shivered
Moon eclipsed
Recently I got tired of being a puppet on a string.
I’m not sure why,
but I woke up,
and then it all made sense.
Until that point, I’d spent my life deep in mind’s pretense.
I found my heart,
I dove straight in,
and much to my surprise,
I landed smack dab in the center of spirit’s loving eyes.
Deep fried
she cried
then bloat
and float
A house
stained blouse
clueless
for stress,
To bed,
airhead!
"Forgot"!
you brought
you phoned
you're stoned,
she’s slow
cracked crow,
clears throat
like goat,
Nancy
can't see
funky,
junky,
go back
sad sack
drink rum
you bum,
and then
find men.
One day Jill was going uphill.
She wanted to make herself chill.
Spotted a lucky Robin's quill
Jack got in her way and stood still.
She waved the quill and tried to spill
Jack liked it and hinted his will.
Tried to snatch it away from Jill
She slugged him on face with much skill.
Jack fell down making a loud shrill.
Jill got upper hand, what a thrill!
PLACE: 4th