Best Handbag Poems

 WHO WAS SHE

I intuited the radiance before
I even laid eyes on her
Moving with a self-assured poise
that came from deep within
was a quintessence of a...

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I promise to love you
Two-four-seven
Because you are so precious
I will always slap
Your cheek with a kiss
And collide with you
In ethereal embrace

I promise you a basket
Of...

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You call it a diaper – I call it a nappy
Whatever the name the result’s often crappy!

I call it a handbag; you call it a...

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One Sunday, I came back alone,
Home early from the church,
Not having the key to get in,
I was left in the lurch;

Locked out in the scorching...

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Collaboration between
Seren Roberts and Mandy Tams:
 
The Wet Patch
 
Why sit with a frown is there a need?
Yes she whispered in my ear, I think I peed.
 
My...

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Woman’s Desire

What’s all this rigmarole and claptrap 
About the man being the only one thinking of sex?
Well, truth be known,
A woman, skin deeply eager, thinks...

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"Homeless" 

I found a little turtle, 
I assign it to my favorite green shoe box
I guess I over spoiled him, with one simple, pretty punk...

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While flying from Uruguay to America,
I experienced some fearful problems,
Some were real and some nightmares.
I was tossing my handbag left and right
I heard a sermon...

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Put on a happy face
when I release taut fingers 
from your pallid cheeks.
Promises and empty lies 
are sported clichés
that spoil a silenced vocabulary.
A quieted understanding...

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The stench of urban decay winds thick 
and rank through squalid, narrow
streets christened with booze and urine,
permeating decades of neglect.

A drunken derelict slurs enthusiastic 
amens...

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'Our Mother'

Our Mother - a sophisticated lady
Always destined for the top
You'd never see her walk on by
A top designer shop

So impeccably presented;
Amazing handbag, clothes and...

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Battle Rap With Brenda Chiri

Brenda Chiri don't try me

It's not old and told, 
same gun, bullets roll,
pull it hole 
strolling rhymes, 
quick time, 
literally laying...

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IT’S A MAD WORLD In a Lancashire Accent.

I went to the Confectioners today, there was a long queue outside, a metre apart, and it had...

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Fawning and falling, there goes your heart butting 
in again. faded careworn jean jacket's pockets frayed 
no longer the deep indigo to match her eyes,...

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He stole her heart and her handbag;
she cooked his goose and lemon pie.
He planned the purse theft as a gag;
he stole her heart and her...

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