Bag Lady Poems - Poems about Bag Lady

..."Lizzie Borden took an axe, gave her mother forty whacks, when she saw what she had done, gave her father forty-one, she washed herself from a watered pail, she claimed their lies an......Read the rest...

...There we were - Alf and I - Pharaohs, surveying those white pyramids - Nests of ibis - ovulating - Opera. Across the bridge we danced, Swaying o'er the waves below - Spectred lovers on a ph......Read the rest...

...She sat outside the coffee shop elbows propped up on a small circular blue metal table with a frosted glass top, starring intently at morning traffic and passersby. A partially eaten pastry o......Read the rest...

...From a gem-encrusted window’s moonlit sash, I peer vacantly on monetesque impressions as they wander every ink shade hue pathway. Bag lady street hail loner, water colour lachrymose plight across ......Read the rest...

...A monochrome of boho days segue one another surreptitiously. Endless pantomimes of idle chatter flutter by. Cantilever bridge, a one stop halting site for gossip and suspense. Small talk, bespoke......Read the rest...

... It’s a terrible thing to be treated as less than human ... all should abhor Considered only as beast of burden — that’s the lying end of it, nothing more Iron yoke was our neck collar......Read the rest...

...just before errands in the city an egg and bacon breakfast straight from a greasy griddle strong coffee perks us for the coming day a wire-haired woman sits at a nearby table for six ......Read the rest...

...Earlier I left a message to move a suspect bag The one abandoned where I park my jag I caught a whiff and most disgusted did gag The offensive item must belong to Bag Lady Mag I see her daily dre......Read the rest...

...I tell my grandchildren that I live in a van down by the river. They laugh, delighted. I call myself trailer trash. They dance to this, happy that I am here now, amusing them. I throw out equal......Read the rest...

...BAG-LADY IN THE PORTRAIT GALLERY In all my failed moments of ambitious grace, The truth, swarth-headed, lifts its greenest shape To madly light the curls of whitest lace Edging your throat, and......Read the rest...

...On Train Trestle Bag Lady laid down her head on train trestle Waiting for the locomotive The bridge took on a new dimension Iron and timber became her bed As she bent with them Her pillow w......Read the rest...

...'Twas a sunny Sunday in June Father's Day was in its throws We were just young children No money, but good at putting on shows I was the youngest of four My opinion meant it was a no no Especially w......Read the rest...

...she has a cart fill with art sleep and eat in a parking lot she must be hot loads of cloth some call her sade the BAG LADY......Read the rest...

...she is BAG LADY some say she is shade i see her everyday i must say she is contary i call her NO SHOES MARY......Read the rest...

...some are young and old like giveing soul about to fold they carry a load mabe gold or cloths i new one her name was sade i call her s BAG LADY......Read the rest...