Ostentatious bragging
Undermining people
Tattling and gossiping
Offending groups of people on purpose
Yacking without substance or purpose
Closed minds
Old-people-generalizations
Messing with other people’s property
Fierce Ferociousness
Ogling and cat-calling women or men
Rumor-mongers who want to stir people up
Teasing to see tears
Zealous insistence on their own narrow-minded way
Outrageously lying and stealing
Needless bickering and arguing
Exclaiming false declarations of winning
Categories:
yacking, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Acrostic
A 'hot-button' topic was 'problematic'
and so in the name of 'equity' and 'incisiveness'
we had a national 'conversation'
however,
we kept using meaningless overused words.
In the end we quite forgot
what the hell we were yacking about.
Categories:
yacking, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Yacking Yang
Left Brain
Seeks ego-health information Now
While Right Brain wealth
of green integrity
sees/hears
smells/tastes
feels/touches
ecosystemic bilaterally redundant experiences
ReMembered from multiculturing prehistory
up to Present Here
including Sacred Now
Witnessing
Yacking Yang
Left Brain
still seeking
ego-health care giving
and receiving ego/eco-balance
in green inside/outside silence
and red regenerative sounds
resounding EarthTribe's
Open Whole GreenSystemic
Earth Day and Night
revival.
Categories:
yacking, anxiety, community, education, health,
Form: Political Verse
Y!...P!M! : asked the sentry at the door of waking
--------------------------------------------------------
yup...past midday!
(yawning...pondering...mmmmm)
yammered past
midnight
yacking propels me
yards...plows
mental
yesteryears pathways...mountainous
yes...puzzling
maybe
yet productivity means
yachting problems
minimizing
yawls...pacifying memories
yearning...premeditations
materialized
years previous...managable
yen-pen
moment
yang potential mediums
yielding...perpetual
music...
yelling pesters me
Categories:
yacking, absence, adventure, dream,
Form: Rhyme
The moment has come:
We have to leave now.
The zombies are here,
And after our brains,
As everyone feared.
They can't be killed.
They can't be beat.
Take my advice:
Don't even try.
Don't dawdle.
No gawking.
No yacking.
Come on!
Quickly!
Run!!
Date Written: January 17, 2019
For Contest: Diminished Hexaverse, sponsored by Charles Messina
Categories:
yacking, fun, funny, halloween, humor,
Form: Diminished Hexaverse
I live in New York, and I am a New Yorker, And I am also...a worker. I close the door to my house, and begin walking, I turn on my cellphone, and start talking. I look to my left and look to my right, Always trying to keep those cars in sight. I come to the first light, and I cross the street As rats scurry below my feet. I kick at them, and try to get them off my shoes. But they don't even have a clue, And that's when I knew...I look up and see A car coming straight at me.I guess I am lucky, I didn't feel him even pass me. I start walking again And keep on chatting. But cant hear my friend Yacking. And then all of these people, rushed past me? I turn around to see where their all going. Oh the h*** with that, I'll just go back. And there I was, Jack! I have all these things start going off in my head. Oh my God, Am I dead?
Categories:
yacking, angel, death,
Form: ABC
The year without Santa has a special twist,
He caught a cold from giving a kiss.
He coughed and sneezed,
Cussed his runny nose,
He put on wool socks to warm his cold toes.
He lied in bed coughing and hacking,
While his wife set beside him telling stories and yacking.
No presents this year for the little kids,
Candy in stockings coals to get rid.
No flying around from house to house,
Old Santa was sick from kissing that mouse!
No cookies or milk,
Crumbs left behind,
No more merry Christmas hello or goodbye.
Unhook all the reindeer,
Lay off the elves,
Put the toys on hold,
And back on them shelves.
No Santa this year,
For Santa is sick,
Christmas is cancelled
And went by quick.
Santa won’t fly as he lies in bed,
Let’s hope and pray he don’t wind up dead!!!!!!!!!!!
Categories:
yacking, christmas,
Form: Rhyme
One morn, after a three day night,
I'm laid out non the floor,
I think I hear a knocking,
but I just can't reach the door.
It's not that I don't feel good,
I just can't feel anymore.
There's that knocking once again
get the Hell 'way from my door.
Now I hear the phone ring,
four times, and then the message,
I listen to my own voice,
that's such a funny thing.
The caller is my boss,
He's yacking on the line,
wondering why I'm not at work,
says this is the last time.
One morn, after a three day night,
I'm laid out on the floor,
it's not that I don't feel good,
I just can't feel anymore.
"Last night" was such a blast you know,
I'll never do that again,
that is what I say each time,
but the drug's my only friend.
keeps me company all through the nights,
helps me make it through the days,
we've never had a single fight,
I love her, count the ways.
Whether it's a pill, a pipe, a needle,
it doesn't matter anymore,
as long as I don't have to feel,
I'll even drink it if you pour.
One day, after a three day night,
I lay dead on the floor,
it's not that I don't feel good,
I just can't fee anymore.l
Categories:
yacking, addiction, cry, dark, education,
Form: I do not know?
A Man in the Ladies’ Room
By Elton Camp
Roger was in a big hurry to pee
The sign on the door didn’t see
Finding no facility on the wall,
He went into the nearest stall
And then he got a big surprise
And his mistake he did realize
Two women entered yacking
He knew attention had been lacking
Roger waited for them both to go
But another woman came in, though
It seemed like some very bad dream
He didn’t want to hear them scream
The situation was already bad enough
Roger didn’t want his hands in a cuff
Finally, he could hear no more sound
So he opened the door & looked around
He held his breath & teeth did gnash
And for the exit made a mad dash
A mistake like that he’d not make again
But would read the sign before going in
Categories:
yacking, funny,
Form: Rhyme
Cellphonitus
Cellphonitus
Cellphonitus
For the Blondes
It starts with the music.
Then comes the rudeness.
NOISE coming at me.
Talking stuff, listening some,
but speaking more.
Lady; you have some mettalic creature
stuck up to your ear.
Eyeing it all day long,
just to get the time and temperature.
Gabbing,
Yacking,
Smacking,
lips that should be my kiss,
instead of paying some attention
to your erratic driving.
Cellphonitus.
Desease.
Charles Robert Hice
Copyright ©2006 Charles Robert Hice
Categories:
yacking, art, business, confusion, death,
Form: Free verse