Best In The Bag Poems
I sponsored a New Contest
I knew that I could win
And entered it the first day
Then several times again
When others made their entries
I had to laugh at them
'Cause there's no way, in this world
That they could ever win
My entry was just perfect
It followed every rule
The spelling was pristine
Could be seen by any fool
The placement of each word
Was proper and precise
And all the rhythmic verses where
Short but quiet concise
But I have to say, "I'm fair"
Cheating’s never on my mind
So, Just to stay impartial
I like to judge it blind,
There's no way you'd find my name
At the bottom of the sheet
But it’s really kind of pitty
Since my poems got this beat
Well, I read through every entry
And I even read some twice
I rated them for merit
And thought some kind of nice
Then I posted all the placements
As I cried out “NOT AGAIN”
Although I thought my poem “Best”
Andrea Dietrich always wins
Hillary Has It In the Bag
To understand things often has been hard
So what is all of this about a Woman's Card
We find that causes every female to suffer
And getting through life making it tougher.
Maybe a Constitution Card we really need
Or a men's one causing them to stampede
That will then try to seal their final doom
When refusing to create transgender room.
Men's and Women's are currently in style
And voting lines that are as long as a mile
For voters for Trump which are unanimous
Most are either a misfit or an ignoramus.
Of delegates can campaigners be a raider
Or could they be known as a Trump traitor
How horrible women he has been treating
And by Hillary hope he will be badly beaten.
People started voting for Trump on purpose
After all he is now part of a three ring circus
And on him us women must be sure to rag
For President, Hillary surely has it in the bag.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
He claimed he had no faith
They “begged to differ”
Quoting all manner of ….
He sat one day musing
Wrestling the conundrum
Of “faith or no faith”
An old woman sat
On an adjacent bench
Crinkling a brown paper bag
They came….
Pigeons, squirrels, a chipmunk
Gathering around her
“Why do they come” he asked
“Because they have faith”
She replied
“Faith in what? You?”
“No, not in me”
“They have faith in the bag”
“If I come without the bag
they do not gather”
“their faith is not in me.”
“Their faith is what
draws them
to the crinkling bag”
“and that faith
believes in the contents
of the bag”
“and that faith
Is based solely
on their experience”
John G. Lawless
©6/2/2023
as a little child whenever my mother and I went to the store
she would give me that lecture which I had to endure
"don't ask for nothing, don't touch nothing, be quiet and always stay near"
but as a child in a store this I did not wish to hear
eventually I would come to ask,"can I please put something in the bag?"
the marketing and business strategies of the advertising companies
are specifically designed to target the young demographic entity
sell to the youth, appeal to the young, make it fashionable for the teens
make them put something in the bag so the cash register can go cha-ching
but life is more than the lastest pair of jeans you want to style
it's about putting something in the bag that is worthwhile
a college degree, a scholarship, your faith in the Lord Christ
it's time to put something in the bag that will bring meaning to your life
to put in the bag the Gospel of Peace
and not those new Air Jordan's on your feet
to be outfitted in the Breastplate of Righteousness
and not the lastest Baby Phat designer dress
to pick up the Spirit of the Sword
and not that car you can barely afford
it's time to put something precious and special in the bag
and no longer to gravitate towards expensive designer rags
so put something in the bag, the bag that is your life
it's time to get the greatest gift and that is the Gospel of Jesus the Christ
What's in the bag ??
Wouldn't you like to know
As I answer
You
No
You once dragged five cops to my house,
bursting out laughing as I hid like a mouse,
plucked in the wings like a poisoned grouse.
You were drenched, wearing one shoe,
looking as if you fell in the stew,
tossing a shrug when you pressed on through.
I begged for a while, hoping to convey
how much your whirlwind stirred disarray
all over my clandestine survival foray.
You coughed a chortle behind bloodshot eyes,
a true kindred soul I could never despise,
if silence could rule as our sole compromise.
The constables proved a relentless sort
they were just dying to drag you to court,
rapping the glass as patience ran short.
Huddled in the dark, ten paranoid souls
trying to duck underneath the patrols,
liberty trumping all other goals.
With the daylight came our salvation,
freedom granting us blissful elation.
We’d survived without condemnation.
Sometime later, my slumber was stirred,
open my eyes to a scene most absurd:
your car perched on the fence like a bird!
Half in the bag, you tried digging out,
frustrated curses pointing your shout
toward my weary door without doubt.
I laughed as I rolled back to sleep,
amazed you racked your car so steep
topping that snow bluff like a heap.
A present for your mum and dad
was one they never had
the money that was in a bag
that you thought you would have
How much did you take
that found upon their bed
did you feel like you were great
what went through your head?
The bag containing money
contained my passport too
we never found the money
but my passport we did do
The money had been spent
all of it removed
but the passport never went
turned up in your room
Stolen by your hands
from the house in which you grew
all simply by chance
when it was found by you
Stealing from your family
the gift given by mine
no sense of morality
taking what you find
And if you steal from them
what they have in their home
then you will steal again
from anyone you’ve known
The gift that showed humanity
working truly at its best
was ruined by your savagery
you made the best depressed
I know you can’t be trusted
you’re a very selfish guy
even when you’re busted
you stick to your lie
Always blaming others
thrown under the bus
your sisters and brothers
everyone you crush
You never keep your word
it is always about you
yet feel that you deserve
to be celebrated too
My friend not worth knowing
doesn’t tell the truth
the lies just keep on flowing
my friend you have no use
And everyone believes them
thinking they are true
and as I’m never speaking
all they hear is you
Now within their judgement
I’m seen as what I’m not
it’s too late to prevent
opinions they’ve now got
So people think I’m weird
are never asking me
Know not how I appeared
or who I truly be
And you appear a saint
they’re in for a surprise
one I could prevent
I’d rather they realise