"nack" poems
He was amazing at being a friend,
Would stick by you till the end,
Never let you down,
Could turn your frown upsidedown,
He always had an open hand,
He was the best guy in the land,
Had a nack for bein great,
But his parents sealed his fate,
He had an amazing girl,
She was the best for him in the world,
His parents didnt respect her at all,
And so that was the relationships fall,
So his mother snapped,
And she attacked,
But his girl was done with their ****
She was so over it,
She wanted to be friends instead,
And to his parents are we all dead.
She bought his sister a 30 dollar cross,
And now they snap and the relationship is lost?
**** his parents i have a suggestion,
Here is my one and only quetion:
Do we care what they think at all?
Or shall we all like them fall?
Should we ignore them? Yes we should,
Lets go back to being what we were: a brotherhood,
Her furry is being the conduit for it,
His parents think they are doing all the right ****
We can see the hurt in his eyes,
But at least we know he has his pride,
If she would get with him, it would settle down,
Go to one cook out, and be there i his town,
Be in his territory, but dont explode,
I think they should kindly invite her to his abode,
This is crap, and no matter how hard, forgive and forget,
So lets all be friends, and forget all of it.
May 28, 2013
May 28, 2013 at 9:28 AM UTC
A poet not
Perhaps someday I’ll write a rhyme
If so inclined and have the time
A play on words, a touch of wit
Tis true, I have some nack for it
Of pace and meter, twisted words
Passion, feelings, things I’ve heard
But not just now, my soul is old
My mind is numb , my muse too cold
My thoughts are shallow, as a pond
While poets need, an ocean strong
And so for now I’ll meditate
On poems of friends, I know are great
Just a rhymer - Justa Civileon 2003
Jan 2, 2010
Jan 2, 2010 at 7:15 AM UTC
I Stand firmly with my hands relaxed cause the kid looking down on me just cant FADE me.
His eyes smirk with disdain as he rubs against the grain but my years in the realm keep my hands firm at the helm just smirk him right back and now he's feeling wack cause I slipped his attack and the punk can't fade me.
See...my body is tough and conditioned. Swift still powerfull and lithe.
Six decades see I aint ***** made ....still cool as the shade and makin the grade...I moved in and stayed...aint shaky and the kids cant fade me.
Payed those dues early and often.....not boasting. Just love confounding young ducklings snotty lil fucklings.
My mind is quick I pay my dues...use it or lose it...no aint bout to dodder become cannon fodder for rooks with no stripes... talk that **** if I have to.
Walk that **** too.
Blessed and respectfull.
Man I love checkin chickens who get it wrong.My body is my carriage my spirit an amalgam of knowlege and physicality.
They try to cubby hole.This old dude dont fit mold.
Kick your *** and get witty. Aint fresh of no *****
They shake their heads or feign disdain g
But again and again they misread. Down for the de de.
Aint no play pretty.Energiser bunny. You cant fade me punk.I might spank your *** like your uncle.....Nephew.
Your hands cant hit what your eyes cant see.
You cant chump me off play me no dozens. I aint old cause I'm lucky. Plucky.
Every dog has his day and one day the magic will end ask Houdini ..... ..... but till then my young friends,this old man's gonna play nick nack on your **** And ya don't stop and ya don't quit. FEEL ME ? Cause ya caint fade me.....Yet.
Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 1:57 AM UTC
Some things,
I do really well.
Other things,
Eh, not-so-much.
Haha
But seriously,
What the **** man!
Can I just live and stay my hand?
Branded disbanded
He commanded that I be banished.
'Like speaking spanish
The linguistics twisted
Not nearly gifted enough in language.
A soul in anguish
All of my control is been vanquished.
Heap on the coals and the ashes
For my Savior endured the lashes;
That my back practiced.
have a nack for the static
Whack as a pack of crack addicts
I attack at the blackness
In the back of your hearts little attic
I impart cause its holy habit
Here is my life
You can have it, just grab it!
...
Fell into arms of a planet
Oct 23, 2015
Oct 23, 2015 at 6:26 PM UTC
MAc AnD ChEeSe,
I lIkE to Eat MaCC NAd CHeSEE WITH my FeLLow,
iT mAkE em UrN YEllOw.
I lIke IT aS A s nACK,
iT mAKes Me wACK.
May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 10:02 PM UTC
I am not a voice
change my tune
I am a choice
sounding like the afternoon
Kid sitting in the back
head down on the desk
thinkin about some nick nack
I'm not tryin my best
ideas are flowin
all the other kids chatting
the wind outside is blowin
their words combating
like the old do to the young
they just want them to be quiet
they just can't stop their tongue
all they want to do is riot
I exist:
kinda like a tree
something that wants to be free
I just gotta find my need
back to the kid
he makes a few bids
can't find himself
he'll end up on the shelf
In the end
his head is down
ideas used to defend
all is goin to the ground
Mar 18, 2012
Mar 18, 2012 at 6:47 AM UTC
At ringend on june sixteenth nineteen hundred and four
Molly opens her door
and Literate Leopold plonks his kosher black pudding into her hand
Isn't it grand
to be remembered this way?
Walking the streets and ******* the teats of the sow that eats its children
Searching for meat on O'Connel streeet that has the tang of scented *****
The well known literate degenerates
long to have their hot-dogs stroked by baaaaaaaaaarnacles
whilst sellin' knick-nack Paddywackery of dear old ***** dumpling
How do they walk with her sausages
and inner organs of beasts and fowls?
their shanks ****** dry of whuskey on Denny's big breakfast show
Well **** your **** With a flame-grilled
samuel
becket burger
and a side order
of oscar wilde fries
"warmth showered gently over him, cowing his flesh. Flesh yeilded amid rumpled clothes.
Whites of eyes swooning up. His nostrils arched themselves for prey. Melting breast ointments.
Armpits oniony sweat .
Fishgluey slime.
Feel!
Press!
Crushed!
Sulphur dung of lions
Young! Young!
In the petri-
Pish
Pish
Pish
Dish
spitoon culture
the illiteraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaati
hold a party
"I'm a tiny tiny thing
Ever flying in the spring
Round and round a ringaring
Long ago I was king
Now I do this kind of thing
On the wing, onnnnnnnn the wing!"
Bing!
Professor Latelate Lateshow Late review
Was talking to ME…….. about yew
What do yew think of that aesthetic crew?
The opal hush poets?
The master mystiks?
The wanz thit
*** to me
in the sma' oors
o the mournin'
tae ask aboot
plains o consciousness?
They're all Barbers, says he, from the Black Country that would hang their own fathers for five quid down and travelling expenses!
In Dublin's fine city
Where the wine bars are pretty
You can't find an ashtray
You must smoke alone.
Isn't it grand
To be remembered this way
Walking the streets and ******* the teats of the sow that eats its children?
Jun 15, 2019
Jun 15, 2019 at 7:00 PM UTC
fee fi fo fum,
I feel ******* dumb
hickory dickory dock
just want the clock to stop
knick nack paddy wack
my life and mind have no slack
where it will stop, no body knows!
my mind always running but I wont let it show!
Apr 5, 2018
Apr 5, 2018 at 11:28 PM UTC
By Arcassin B
♦I know just what your thinking of,
You want me to come along in a mental state where I could hardly stand,
I can't be that man for you,
The more you learn the more you know about me,
The more you'll never doubt me,
The ship we sail just sounds astounding,
In the rivers of the valley,
.........Love Me,
♦Just hoping that we could find peace in a better setting such as this one,
Don't hide your face from my sight again,...
I got a nack,
When you react,
To kisses up and down your back,
You blame me for the sensual tension with that well-known fact.
Aug 16, 2016
Aug 16, 2016 at 9:36 AM UTC
COLLECTIONS
Oh the endless possibilities,all that is or will become within our sight to be touched smelt or felt
Personal memorabilia builds into more than recollections ,from buds to blossoming into full blown obsessions
Numismatic fancy word for adding another to the pot,dates or weights all pitching towards the wealth
Postcards from yonder,seashells to make us wonder,each time feeling more & more obliged to add another to our possessions
Many admire a rhyme another note always gets their vote ,passion play often the only way, sounds helping their health
Never hear of a person acquiring empty shelves,books will fill any nook ,stacked vertical or leaned horizontal,their words have answered many questions
Rag doll & a race car now turned to bunches of Barbies spinning Hot Wheels
their true beauty just another notch in the belt
Ticking of clocks always keeping time ,some require mere cases, meager to monstrous taking on entire museums
Sending a simple letter has now gone postal,finding that rare picture will make their hearts melt
Garbles of marbles across from mismatched matchbooks,their appeal is real
as we add more pieces
Bats & ***** gathering dust,minor leaguers gained no fame ,now junk transformed to memorabilia their distinction now unparalleled
Avon calling the scent once a common present,not so old bottles now treated like divas
Knick or nack another's brick brack maybe a future adorers prize
our simple junk adds some spunk,past brought to present at a glance
those many baubles just waiting to be shared. R.C.
Apr 5, 2017
Apr 5, 2017 at 6:46 AM UTC