Best Baggie Poems

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I grew up around the corner from this church
Watching a good neighbor turn bad

Where people got hurt, and children grew up mad
Where there was a continuous fight for the good of their community
But there was a different story for...

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Once upon a time,
there lived three friends: Doubtodore,
Baggie, and Scaredson.

Doubtodore:
He didn’t believe anything Baggie
or Scaredson told him;
he not only doubted his friends,
he also doubted the date he was born,
or the name he was first given, “Peter”,
by his parents. They had to change it,
and nickname him...

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Nine months of darkness,

Snow on the ground,

No leaves on the trees,

No warmth around.

As the winter comes to a close,

Lakes and rivers still seem froze, 

Soon the waters will break free,

Moving life  far as eyes can see,

And now its time to have some fun,

Playing under...

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It's late for an eggroll
but it's Sally's best time.
It's dry but it's tasty
and Sally; her dime.

It's perched in it's baggie:
white with a fold.
A sleeve for a napkin,
grease covered and bold.

The weight of a dove.
It airs to the table.
A fragrance of oil.
A crust for it's gable.

A...

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Georgie

His was a pudgy boyish countenance,
With rounded river eyes and an Alfalfa smile.
He wheezed like a sick tern with repeated asthma attacks, 
Playing hard at the various outdoor games and chases,
Of our fleeting childhood years in the inhaling sun.
He perspired profusely in 1964 as he...

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flowers pressed in book
rose petals saved in baggie
breathless memories


June 2, 2020...

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My neighbor called out from his stoop
as I walked my dog: What’s the scoop?”
“Nothing new in this town,”
I said as I reached down
with my baggie: “Just some dog poop.”...

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When I ask him, 'Do you really love me'?
He thinks and says, 'Sure I always say 40-love when I play tennis with 
you'.

Whenever I come home happy after my shopping spree,
He reminds me, 'Honey, Money does not grow on tree'.

Whenever I need some help in...

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I stole your shirt weeks ago
I don’t know why
I saw it lying on your bed, just so

I put it in a baggie and sealed it up tight
I know how that sounds
I put it in my dresser drawer, out of sight

I stole your shirt weeks ago
It...

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One box was stamped two thousand fifteen;
Another two thousand and five.
If I ate the pasta inside them,
Do you think I would still be alive?

Some crackers found zipped in a baggie
Were stale as a mummy’s last breath.
If I crumbled a few in my chowder,
Would that be...

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Near the fountain stands the male
In iridescent glory,
But his mate begins this tale,
A true Manhattan story.

These same ducks have made their home
Outside a high-rise building.
I see them swim or sleep or roam;
The truth requires no gilding.

This morning, early, as he waits,
The female, with intention
Of what...

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I search my purse for money or credit cards.
Discovering four brochures from September
Receipts from the veterinarian clinic with dog tags
Twelve poem ideas jotted on a red napkin
A used toothpick with gum at the end of it
Four pens that do not write
One pen that writes which...

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A muffin’s very portable;
I toss one in my bag
And pop a piece into my mouth
If spirits start to sag.

I slice it up and baggie it;
It takes up little space
And I can nibble secretly
At any time or place.

If hunger pangs crop up
Or if my stomach starts...

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Grey clouds dispersing above the Lough,
Grey geese skeining to winter fields for from arctic chill,
Rainbow colours reflected in water still and deep,
Chill and cold in the depths along with bream and Roach,
Amongst the weed and silt lie Pike waiting patiently,
For some small unassuming stickleback or...

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Distant Cousins
David J Walker

You may not remember 
the dinosaurs 

Roaming our backyard
Jurassic park
Hiding in lilacs 

Crushing the petunias and 
Easting the tops off our trees

Mother, not pleased, 
was mad while
Dad was glad to not have to 
Mow the grass ever again

Brother was older and had...

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