Best Purse Poems
a dizain
Admire her casting, lines of silky floss;
survey as artist drafts her masterpiece.
Enclosing space invisibly across,
then single-handedly, she will increase
the center parts to form unseen valise.
A purse of unsuspected, vicious taint -
its straps in hand, she naps - a wily feint.
Artistic beauty flows, but will soon ebb,
when tender insects clutter her restraint.
Artiste awakes to wealth within her web.
Nov. 17, 2010
Dog In A Purse
I have the very best pet, the absolute very, very best
There is no comparison he is better than the rest
Funny story how we met one hot day way out west
He was handed to me in a Prada Purse I must confess
I first thought him a pest but he quickly passed my test
He won me over in 2 seconds or less, oh but his name is a mess...
We named him Prada you see, yah after the purse, so you get it
He is a stud, definitely, all male but his name, yah I regret it
So I call him Pra-Dawg instead of Prada because of my own ego
Yep, uh-huh, he is a Chihuahua but not like any other that you know
He is happy go lucky, loves rubber duckies, isn't nervous and won't relent
He barks at big dogs at the fence, the backyard Prince, he's never tense...
He fetches the ball bringing it back to you, dropping it every time right at your shoe
He has this cute overbite when he chews, and loves to watch the evening news
He is lightening fast but not furious, flying around and so damn curious
He listens, obeys, won't run away, or worry us, he is really just super flus
No matter what he never goes potty inside, not even once has he tried
I am his Master, he is my guide, always and forever Pra-Dawg by my side...
02/26/2016
If, entrusted were I, with a magical purse,
one that held what was needed, but not monies curse.
One that neither bulged, nor would ever be empty,
so when I reached down within, there I'd find plenty.
A handful of tolerance, I would pull each day,
to pass out to those in need, I met along the way.
I would take a fist full of hope, to toss aloft.
Scatter it among the throng, letting it land soft.
I would enter into the turf of gangs and their wars.
Trading peace for their guns, so they would kill no more.
I would go to Washington, there I would invest,
two handfuls of honesty, perhaps ten, would be best.
Charity, I would share, with those who live large.
Help them to give some away, so no one need starve.
I could change so many things and alter many lives.
But, I could also do harm and make so many cry.
As it is so easy, to think one self's above,
to take control of lives, forgetting about love.
So for myself, I'd take a bit to keep myself humble.
So that I and my purse, never, ever stumble
More than the lips that meet-
Deliberately smooth…
Deliciously soothing…
Sensually sliding…
Heaven sent,
As a royal-purple purse,
Its treasures freeze frame-
All troubles paid off,
And we learn and we learn
The lessons of love
Over decades of marital bliss,
Obtained not through perfection
But in the bruising of roses,
Petals that color our lips
That lovely shade
Of me and you,
Forever-after, true…
For-ev-er-y day
is Valentine’s Day, Darling!
Kim Rodrigues (c) 2022
When you’re the mom you carry the purse,
That’s the natural rule of the universe.
To a mom a purse is more than a bag,
It’s a safety net when the world starts to sag.
The pockets hold things that her family might need,
Like a granola bar with sunflower seed.
There’s a half eaten cookie and a clean pair of socks,
And a tool her grandfather gave her to set cuckoo clocks.
There’s a broken dolly in need of repair,
And a bright orange scrunchie to pull back her hair.
There are aspirins and band-aids and a coupon book,
Redeemable for vacations that never got took.
And way at the bottom is a memory of a girl,
Who would dress so young and gaily twirl.
In those days she carried a purse so small,
A dainty little bag hardly anything at all.
As she takes out the memory and starts to go through it,
She breaks out in a grin because there’s a sucker stuck to it.
She remembers what that girl wanted most for her life,
Was to one day be a mom and a good man’s wife.
Each memory she touches she remembers with pleasure,
And each item she carries becomes a small treasure.
That’s why when you’re the mom you carry the purse,
It’s the natural rule of the universe.
The other day I was rootin' around in my spouse's purse,
And was astounded by the contents that were so diverse.
If caught, I'd surely have hell to pay or maybe even worse,
And fer that very reason I shall never share with her this verse!
I was lookin' fer the spare car keys since mine I had displaced,
But was careful not to disturb her 'valuables' in my sneaky haste!
I discovered a broken pencil stub and a half-eaten Snickers bar,
A Wrigley's chewin' gum wrapper and the lid of a Mason pickle jar!
Diggin' further I found a dozen lipsticks in various sizes and hues,
And fer some reason her bag contained a couple of 3-inch screws!
Her wallet had a stash of cash that fer some reason she was hordin',
And curiously among other things was a photo of the King of Jordan!
I found an old 1980 date book which seemed to me of little use,
And wads and wads of used Kleenex which I found rather abstruse.
There was an assortment of finger nail files and emery boards,
Outdated grocery coupons and various threads, strings and cords.
I never did find the car keys after goin' through all the trouble.
They're probably lost without a trace 'midst all that useless rubble!
Thankfully, I didn't get caught or they'd be haulin' me off in a hearse,
Fer furtively rootin' around in my spouse's very personal purse!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2015 All Rights Reserved
In here I can be anything
that you desire,
your lonely soul, your heart-string
even become your ring your locket,
I can evolve to become
your strange universe
one to mould to create.
In here I can become your salvation
help to correct your natural order,
restore your universe
and in its place my life
in your willing clutches,
where life would become magic,
and I with tenacity able
to fix your dreams and wishes,
and long to become
an indelible part of you
when becoming your life long crutches!
© Harry J Horsman 2014
I know a man who’s not adverse
To helping others slim of purse
He’s more than willing to help out,
If self-improvement floats your boat,
For teaching men to fish for trout,
Is poverty’s best antidote.
But wealthy men have certain rules
That poorer men think make them fools
Like never spending all you make
Investing then in what seems smart
Like planning for tomorrow’s sake,
Like buying horse for applecart.
Tomorrow’s man you’ll someday be
And if you ever will be free,
Provision must be made for him
That helps him climb another tree
To venture out on tender limb,
And catch a glimpse of what may be.
To invest smart trust what you know
Though risk can be a chance to grow
Invest in self and always win
You know that time is on your side
A poor choice never is a sin
Like being taken for a ride.
You hope to dig for more than coal?
Then OPM (1) should be your goal.
Your reputation where to start
For rep that shines can make things click
And trust depends on human heart
Which disappears if you’re too slick.
For leverage is word to know
If you would make your garden grow
Lush garden’s can the bees pull in
Your bees, the heroes of your plan,
Can pollinate the plants within
Complete the dreams of thoughtful man.
Brian Johnston
March 29, 2015
Poet’s Notes:
(1) OPM stands for other people’s money. When you are able to invest other people’s money for them and they trust you to do this, you increase your own potential to earn money basically because you can charge them a management fee for doing so and you also improve your credit reputation which means you can borrow more money from a bank for your own projects if you need to.
I was ready to leave for the store
gathering up everything needed for
the day doing my usual mommy duties,
feeding, cleaning litter boxes, making
sure all have water getting myself together
which seems to take longer and longer.
I finally finish and ready to go do my errands.
Open the garage door, back the car out I am
on my way jamming to my favorite tunes when
all of a sudden I start getting beeps from cars
passing by me some are pointing and I point
right back mumbling what is wrong with you
peoples I arrive at my store I get out and march
myself in to the store filling my chart with all the
necessary things needed to the register I go and
realize when the amount is given I had forgotten
my purse, Oh my! I became so consumed with
fright of where it could be, so of course I had to
have the lady 'void' out all the items how awful
I felt so I hurry out the door talking loudly to
myself well others looked on at me as though I
might need to be put in a 'straight jacket' and
I reach my car and there on top was sitting my
'Purse' it had not moved an inch going around all
the corners in town, it does explain why people
were pointing, beeping because they were trying
to let me know my Purse was on top of my car and
if that was not bad enough I look at my Blouse I had
came out with it wrong side out, one white sock on
one ivory sock on so I decided I needed to go back
home and regroup and pray for a better tomorrow.
Its Quality! ... Its Class
Yes, Its Classic Style Will Last!
Its High Clique', Trés Chic' ... Demure
Its Fashion-Forward - Hauté Couture!
You Look Like Duchess Kate
You'll Really Wow Your Prom Date
It Looks Like A Vera Wang
What's The Price? ... Oh, Luv - Go Change!
I Ain't Paying That Much - For That Thang' !!!
Written & Copyrighted ©: 9/12/2013
by: MoonBee Canady
From my car,
they took my purse,
I had to bite my tongue,
before I cursed.
All my cash,
and my diamond ring,
they took it all,
everything.
Don't leave your purse,
even for a second,
I thought I was watching,
but they're professional soon to be felons.
S earching the store aisles
A dorable gifts found
M ix with school supplies
A rrange in the shoe box
R elease package on its long journey
I n prayer send the gift away
T rip to what country?
A nd into what child's hands?
N ew toy, school supplies
S pecial day to remember
P ray without ceasing
U ntil after Christmas
R eason, believe it reached the children
S upernaturally the right children
E ternally changing his and her life
Sometimes people ask me... What's in your purse...
So I tell them the best that I can...
Lipstick, chapstick, matchstick
What’s in your purse?
Billfold, change purse, money counter, and clip?
Aspirin, Tylenol, Tums, coupons and stamps…
Tissue, pressure bandage, Mom excuse tablet!
What’s in your purse?
House keys, car keys, skate keys and a toothbrush.
Toothpick, dental floss, yesterday’s movie ticket.
Magnifying glass, insect book, handy magic cards?
What’s in your purse?
Personal stuff, extra stuff, and just stuff.
Needed stuff, wanted stuff list…
And all the stuff I meant to take out.
What’s in your purse?
Crayons, a pen, a magic marker, and chalk.
Hodgepodge, glue stick, and tape…
A clown an elf and two small mice.
What’s in your purse?
Bird Seed, fish food, and a safety pin.
A feather from a goose, an empty candy wrapper.
A small notebook with and without lines.
What’s in your purse?
Gum, a straw and an eyedropper.
A paperclip that floats like a boat,
And a folding flying airplane.
What’s in your purse?
Flashlight, book light, nightlight.
NASA blanket and plastic rain suit.
Hairnet and socks that match.
What’s in your purse?
Paintbrush, hairbrush, dog brush.
Playdough, finger puppets and jelly packets.
A flashlight, a monocle, and a bingo dabber.
What’s in your purse?
A calendar, a phone, and things that I have to have.
Pictures of those I love.
And a little cross…
What’s in your purse?
Jesus!
secrets in grandmas purse
There were hidden depths in Grandma Kates purse.
Children, gathered close when she came to stay, hoping
to partake of some strange or exotic tidbit. Everyone tried
to look nonchalant but were bursting to peer inside.
humbugs with creamy stripes
sen sen in a paper packet
red turkish delight
Laws are made by Congress for public
Public suffer by virtue of its click
Law maker keep loopholes
As they don’t have souls
Claim to be more than equal to check.
No lack of *Napoleon or *Snowball
Workhorses like *Boxer at their call
To use and abuse *Windmill
They choose their own deal
People left pauper after their fall.
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Third Place winner in
Contest: Double Limerick by JOhn Freeman & Carolyn Devonshire
Inspired Linda-marie"s Limerick "Zip It"
U.S.A. Congress imposes the LAW,
"Do as I say, but not do" hence the flaw,
While we earn large salary,
You struggle in poverty,
An amendment will just stick in our craw.
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** Napoleon and Snowball are the leaders in Animal Farm fighting for the power.
Boxer is a character who looks on which side of the bread is buttered.
Windmill just a symbol of a project thro' which the politicians grind their axe.