Short Wrack Poems

Droplets
now clinging
to a grass wrack-
natural gravitas
shelved....

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A
twitter
of waders
amidst tidal
wrack
haunts
the strand-
a turnstone
uncovers a
shrimp...

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No one cared about poor Jack
cut and carved from front to back
	his pulp made pie
	seeds left to dry
he became a withered wrack...

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Good, Better, Best, Never Let It Rest!
Make the Good Better,
Make the Better Best!
Quotes Grandma Hack,
Yiddish Wisdom Tells,
How To "Tzoros" Crack,
Not Fancy, No Bells,
Just Reducing Our Wrack!...

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rent a wrack
                       
                           improvised execution device

                              all you need is a license

                                           to kill








***...

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shipbuilder’s nephew




. . . . flotsam and jetsam of culture 
drifted and piled haphazard 
a finger-drawn life structure 
while all the smells of fish and wrack
and shipwrecks linger anew
around this jumbled stack
a shipbuilder’s nephew . . . ....

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Stakeholders" cartels, oligarchs are beneficiaries of corruption.
The people and the institutions are occupied with their interests.
Corruption is the main cause of the economic wrack and ruin.
Honest people end up on the gallows.
In Pakistan Honesty is the worst Policy....

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To watch out this film to the end I crave
Passing the beach huts on the shore
I go to the sea and float on the wave
Because there’s no other way to go
Then the tide comes to throw me back
As the wave is tired of playing with me
On the sand I lie among the sea wrack
Just watching this dream irrevocably.
...

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The New Year is round the corner again
I have started to wrack my brain
A resolution to keep
For which I would not weep
And would be proud and bring out champagne

I decided to quit chocolate
And so will take the help of my mate
Not to gorge myself on any treat
Maybe couple of times cheat
For to keep a resolution I do hate...

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The consummation of this 
                                        escape
blossoms into unhindered perception;
Naked, amenable gushes of slated clarity
wrack the the bounds of form;
born to change
                         the metamorphosis of itself
and evolve into the beauty seen
by 
            your eyes. 
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved....

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The storm whipped legs to huddles;
It spoke with the discarded clothes 
of mad clowns.

I watched small birds explode, deer swim 
toward the night, raccoons sail
a godforsaken sky.

A mottled land shook its muddy ribs.
Ducks sunk amid churning reeds.
A whittling wind hurt every heart.

I closed cowering eyelids,
hid from the calamity jig
of the bobbing 
and the dead....

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I hear the dull moans of a malignant class

 as classes clash and drones drone on

 Electronic wizards wrack, whack, whack

 merrily on their way to a zombie-like state.

  
 Loathing lies and jumbo surprises belie

 aires, stares and convenient alignments

 welding together a mangled mass of fluff

 certain to shift us toward a boorish fall

                            of great proportions...

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To be standing so tall, broad as you do.
With your strength captured, hidden within dew.
Without respect, you protect many things.
Thou, inexistent, until siren sings,
When born, two men fell into your abyss.
Unrecovered, told now, in reminisce.
Now almost forgotten, you still hold back.
Thou will only be known upon your wrack.


written for
Sponsor Debbie Guzzi 
Contest Name Jack OUT of the Box...

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Uphill is the appointed track
For the anointed scholar
Who his brains continues to wrack;
As his hair keeps growing taller
And his paths persist to be dark.

Uphill is the blessed path
That is to few prescribed;
His ordinations are not out of wrath
But are by love described.

I choose to go uphill
And upper go still,
Till it's no more this fleeting breath
When chariots carry to the Utopia of death....

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One more thing, he told me
She rocks eighties hair
Eighties hair! I had to wrack my brain trying to remember eighties hair.
The second I saw her it all came flooding back.
Teased up, pulled out, fluffy, puffy, poufy goofy eighties hair!
How had I forgotten buying a can of hairspray each week?
How had I forgotten Farrah Fawcett?
How had I forgotten that when we had our hair cut like Farrah ……
None of us looked like her?...

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The storm brawled with the flying rags 
of mad clowns.

Small birds exploded
in spiral sprays of feathers.

Deer slogged against a hoof tugging fright.
Raccoons clung to barn beams.

Trashcans spun like whirligigs.
Ducks sunk amid churning reeds,
the wind hurt every eye & heart.

All hid from the calamity jig.
Whirling trees danced,
in a bugaboo blow

that chased a sky around its own
wracked 
and flying red ribbons....

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Contest
I wrack my brains
trying to please William
and gain a coveted trophy
but when I read all the other entries
I know that my paltry effort
just has not got a chance ...
Should I enter
Contest?

A Red-Letter Day Rictameter Poetry Contest
William Kekaula


Checked with soup counter and How many syllables - William counted as 2 syllables has per the counters (but to my ear it is three)

12/28/19...

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I had a list - I know I did.
Somehow it disappeared.
Now I’m in the store,
and this is what I feared.
I’ve arrived without a clue
As to what I need to buy
Why can’t I remember
what I wrote? Oh, my.

I have to wrack my brain –
there’s butter, eggs and coffee,
Christmas cards and stamps,
some candy canes or toffee,
I cannot think what else,
but when I’m home I’ll find
that the most important item
on the list was left behind.
...

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So many faces,
in so many  places.
All with a smile upon their face,
grinning from ear to ear.
Pictures of ships, cars, and planes,
people waving from the window of a train.

There's a face that  looks familiar,
I wrack my brain, 
but no matter how hard I try,
there is no date, 
and of coarse, I can't think of a name. 

A look at pictures of the past,
when the world went slower,not like now, 
when everything just goes rushing past....

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So many faces,
in so many  places.
All with a smile upon their face,
grinning from ear to ear.
Pictures of ships, cars, and planes,
people waving from the window of a train.

There's a face that  looks familiar,
I wrack my brain, 
but no matter how hard I try,
there is no date, 
and of coarse, I can't think of a name. 

A look at pictures of the past,
when the world went slower,not like now, 
when everything just goes rushing past....

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Tears
Such a soft, gentle word
For an experience
With the power to
Shake the soul
Wrack the body
And flood the hollow spaces
Of the heart
The hot, hard tears
Of anger and frustration
The constant clinging tears
Of grief and loss
The uncontrollable tears
Of irrational despair

Someone should invent 
Another name
For the relentless pain
And shrouded darkness
Called “crying”
And free the word “tears”
To mean only the iridescent
Tears of pure joy....

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"We don't need no stinking contests!"
Says left brain slamming right.

"We wrack ourselves to pluck the best
of fancy and insight,

then when our words don't pass the test
with me you pick a fight!"



                                                        "Okay, okay, no more contests,
                                                          this once you can be right."





08/08/18

Composed for John Lawless'
"We don't need no stinking contests" Poetry Contest...

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