Best Boxes Poems

Discarded in yesterdays trash
Cardboard boxes never last
New things arrive in them
Old things stored in them
Rotting boxes on a voyage
Leftovers to those with out any coinage

Tom O’Seary had come down on his luck
Just couldn’t seem to make a buck
An elder at church who snuck a shot...

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Mary spent her final days
Inside a nursing home
Tended to by well trained staff
But still so all alone

They gave her everything of need
Bathed and fed and groomed
Exercise and social time
A clean and friendly room

But everybody knew that she
Was lacking something more
A special friend or family face
To...

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I have felt the rain
I have bared witness to such horrendous pain
I have died a few times over
I have hidden inside a smile

The fresh scent of morning dew
A sea faring fog, coming for a landing
As I travel back to childhood days
Where meadows and the sea...

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Each box holds its secret.
Old memories, dreams that died. 
The sum of every promise-
the dividends and sighs.

Paper, cloth, and pottery-
a postscript of our prime.
Wrapped in yellow newsprint-
the passing of our time.

Clutter from our passions
lay there dead in place.
While ties among the living
die somewhere else in...

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inaction speaks louder than words ~ in fact it shouts to heaven above 
i don’t seek indoctrination ~ this dude knows what it’s like to feel love
stay in your own comments box ~ i have no agenda nor need a shove 
when putting digits inside...

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So confined to the boxes is she who
Tries to free herself from them
Breaking down barriers of all political and cultural design
Constructing opportunities and 
Imagining their trite and expected 
Downfalls
She, who reigns supreme in the art
Of lability 
The morning being the promise
The afternoon, the despair
The night,...

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A wedding ring and locket
Were the only things inside
Two pictures in the locket
Of a husband and his bride

Trembling hands replaced the gold
And re-tied all the strings
Everyone felt guilty
As they viewed these precious things

The second box held letters
Written by a soldiers hand
Post-marked 1995
From a distant desert...

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We are wanderers 
who happened at the intersection of reality and dreams
seeking others to share comfort with
from life's drudgery of encampments and caves

Now everyone lives in a box with a door
surrounded by a box held by posts
contained by concrete pavement shaped like boxes
giving direction to...

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Jehovah gave me two boxes to keep
One box was black the other was gold
In the black box, put the tears that you weep
Put your sorrows inside for it to hold.
The gold box is for all the joys you reap
My joys increased, blessings were manifold
The little...

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BOXES

darling clementines
are little oranges in a box
or one woman
who left me twice
boxed in my little room

my little room
is where i try to forget
that face i loved
no doors    no windows
totally boxed in

times are tough
it’s not just the money
i’m in a box
no doors ...

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new pages
old pages
pages of my poetry
pages and pages down under
under my desk dwelling 
under in boxes
boxes dwelling and mingling 
boxes dwelling down under my desk
desk of this writer
desk where I  write sad
sad poems that drip
sad poems I touch 
touch the words dwelling under 
touch...

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It happens every year, our church
asks us to fill a box
with small things for a needy child,
a toy, a ball, some socks.
We don't know where it's going.
it could be anywhere.
We hope we're bringing lots of joy
to excited child somewhere.
I shopped for small gifts carefully
to fill...

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little boxes ticked
delete button selected
memories erased

the good and the bad
no longer retrievable
new memories made

forgive and forget
no words left to remind me
will my heart forget?

Eileen Manassian...

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If I could get back the dollars I've spent
I'd be an extremely rich man
Buying stuff just because it's on sale
Then storing it is not a good plan

Got eighty-three of cans of vegetable soup
Forty-three boxes of Captain Crunch
Even if I lived to a hundred and twenty
We'll...

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these brick bound boxes 
fill this equinox of smart headed people
of these independent achievable people
critical analysts of this 21 century 
ready to be presentable to the unmighty 
smaller population of antisocial teenage children
willing them to be

not to be free, but inside these brick bound boxes
that...

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