Short You Scratch My Back Poems

Cricket with only one leg
Starts off early my friend
Scratch my back...

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A
friend 
sent me a
wedding invite
via a Facebook app,
I sent a gift via Farmville...

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This is how we keep it
Our own exIusive members club

Quid pro Quo
You scratch my back I scratch yours

Wink wink nudge nudge
Said the contestant to the judge 

Know what I mean 

You place I place 
Same old faces 
Trading places 

With no more spaces left to aplly 
Sorry we are Full
If you know what I mean...

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At first, he'd meant to make a difference.
But, he lost his ideals making deals-
the back-room,
you-scratch-my-back-I'll-scratch-yours, 
backstabbing variety...
Then there was the payback, backlash and push-back.
Now no one recognizes him, back home.






5/23/2019
Dial It Back Poetry Contest
Maureen McGreavy, Sponsor...

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when I say I’m cold, what I mean is you’re warm
when I say I’m  itchy, what I mean is scratch my back

when I say you’re mean. what I mean is I’m hurt
when I say you’re a nerd, what I mean is you’re smart

when I say I love you, what I mean is I love you. 

know what I love about you?
when I say what I don’t mean,
you always know what I mean....

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A group of people, hand in hand
Whom for each other always stand
No matter what, through thick and thin
Always have a reason to laugh and grin
Scratch my back and I'll scratch yours
Together sharing life's allures
Through it all, love still remains
Unchanged with no apparent stains
This is family, tried and true
And mine, I'm lucky, is all of you...

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going back to my pillow
not the ads on TV
I have no pain no gain

just a siesta waiting for fresh direct
delivery a slice of pizzas
and tapenade on toast

so erect for my age
will use the olive oil
and scratch my back

very basic just talk their language
and they will bring the oil
to share around the bloke

brushing my teeth a conundrum
ratatat the tuba for a parade
of mint and hydro peroxide...

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One exclusive inaccessible thought 
comes to mind 
and i blink and i think 
and i blink again 
i scratch the back of my head 
no i am black (blank) again  

what could i do 
what would i do 
no i am black (blank) again 

mental is my solitary mind
lost are my intellectual capabilities
could i fight 
how do i fight 
my way out of this impenetrable mist 
of  beautiful, melodic, harmonious, thieves...

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The horse ken holds its bridle 
Is now almost his idol,
For him making A Winning Rider;
At Horse-Racing An Insider…  

A stallion that keeps ken on the popular,
Him fetching grand names and The Titular:
The Horse sure is getting some kisses 
No witness will see and reply with hisses;
Probably too a medal and a ribbon;
Some jibe to other horses to be reborn 

So, it is a “Scratch my back I scratch yours:”
Let me see somebody tell Ken “Who is at loss!”...

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