Best Packing Poems

Consider, Recall, Reflect, Hesitate, Tremble
           Before your life's vast sweep.

     Step back; Try to fathom
           How much it's all meant.

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When you walk into my classroom
Man, you'd better be prepared.
If your poodle ate your homework,
You might be a little scared.

'Cause I'm a pistol packing pedagogue.
My Colt is on my hip 
And my trigger finger's itchy
So it's time to get a grip.

Better not be disrespectful 
And...

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...Dedicated to the memory of my great Uncle Fred,
Spanish American Veteran & worked a "night job" during
the depression, while supporting wonderfully my Mom's
family on the south side of Chicago, when she was young,
Grandpa had lost everything, but Uncle Fred saved our family



I have never been...

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Do I know what to pack – that answer is never
Depends on my mood and also the weather

Two pairs of jeans and three summer dresses
A new skort but I won’t wear it she confesses 

Nightdress and socks and four t shirt tops
If I run out...

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Thus packed, my simple case

               What love, lost, does displace


Clothes and dreams and needs

               The waste of...

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Have the old time down and out

packing blues.

Moving our cares away,

with that old time packing blues.

Boxes small, boxes large, so many

boxes all around our rooms,

putting things in, taking things our,

oh I hate those packing blues.

Finding room, moving the boxes

to one room then another,

have to go...

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You stood in your bedroom
clutching your Paddington Bear suitcase
With tears in your eyes
you said you’re leaving home
You’d packed your toy cars
and brightly coloured Lego bricks 
Don’t forget your favourite bear
I said with a smile
Please don’t leave me son …
It’s not easy being three!

10 lines 5...

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Pack his suitcase,
say goodbye.
Tears don't even 
reach my eye

"Come back safely.
Do take care."
Then he's gone, and
I'm left there

Give a smile, and
don't complain
What's the use?
Just bear the pain

Hours of empty,
voiceless time!
Countless trips
should be a crime. 

Time to clean, for
he'll be back.
All I've left
is paltry snack.

Home a...

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You flutter about like a bird in flight.
Grabbing things like a thief in the night.
Shirts and pants flying about, what a sight.
When you grabbed the shoes from the floor you gave the dog a fright.
The suitcase on the bed used to be so light.
But now...

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PACKING BABIES

packing babies
like sick vats
vases of acid
open an abscess

I watch…

as a million 
people run into
their thin papery
nowhere lands
safe

without stains
on their
fluorescent
fairytale
brains

© Kim van Breda—2 November 2015...

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I’m packing up my house now.
I’m doing it all by faith.
I’m looking for a house now
No more rent will I have to pay.

This house has served it’s purpose,
Although it was too small.
It was a place of shelter,
After a tremendous fall.

Now it’s time to move on,
No...

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Plan a complete list as the journey calls;
Align you fond needs with creature comforts;
Choose then the best gist with homely footfalls;
Keep a steady feed beyond things deferred;
Include your best toys as wit can weave pun;
Now gather your stuff with conscious delight;
Glimpse pleasant employ from travel...

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The trading this year has been slack
There's hardly a present to pack.
The elves have been fired
Old Rudolph's retired
And Santa's been given the sack!!


28.11.20

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Patch works
Of punched wall hurt
Packed bags
About to meander the earth
My intensity
My personality
Is too much to encompass at first
As far as I can see
Things can't get any worse

Traverse desolate lands
Where the insanity sucks me in
Like desperate quicksand
Your is not equipped for this place
I'm afraid you just...

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As I open the suitcase
The lavender scent fills me
I choose my grandmother's pearls
The well-worn family Bible
Photo albums of lost faces
My favorite book, "Charlotte's Web"
Inside, on yellowed notebook paper
The first poem I wrote
"Let's go, Mom. It's time."
"Who are you?," she says.


3/12/18...

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