Best Satchels Poems

Scarlett thought she was promised permanent security. 
Satchels of resilience bound her fragile wrists. 
Woodland deities hailed her.
Underworld demons feared her.
The curious townsfolk simply stood in contemplation - 
Inviting epee's gleamed in their eyes 
as the garden shears, in their hands, smiled. 

Scarlett oft pretended...

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Five stones
                closing times
radiograms and
              seventy-eights
school caps
              sticklebacks
saturday flicks,pooh sticks

Charabancs
              steam trains
linoleum
              oil cloth
mangles
 ...

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So polite. Wearing gloves. And hats. Hair in Easter colors.
Church ladies; prissy, smiling, crackling in their perfumes.
Flowered dresses, sitting primly on the hard wooden pews,
Singing in loud overtones songs they have known for decades.

Smiling at the Easter bonnets, and the tiny white lace gloves
Worn only...

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I. Sighting

I saw you  
through refracted light-  
a prism of chance  
splitting ordinary into spectrum.  
Wind-tangled hair  
terra cotta and rosemary beneath your nails  
the scent of soil and citrus on your skin.  
You carried mysteries-living things ...

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I've toured the world and lived life hard,
Sordid tales I can not hide.
I've logged some miles,they're on my face
And in the baggage by my side.

I've made poor choices in the past.
Tried hard to let memories go.
But sometimes scars don't fade away,
They stay to help you...

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Sire she's been sighted
two miles south of Sinai,
our sentinels say she has brought a river,
her baggage train stretches into the ancient sands,
the envoys of her retinue spoke of marvelous gifts,
beasts and creatures of the Orient
gems that glitter like the eyes of children
summer baskets of gold...

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The Benaminis are a family of rodents,
who live their lives capitalizing on other
peoples' residences,
They scope the homes when they're not 
home,
or invade it when only one member's alone,
They scamper up and down,
acting like confounded clowns,
going through closets and secret hiding places,
at the end of their...

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We paused in the shade
Of the cool, green, cedar tree
Ties flapping in wind
Satchels hung like saddlebags
We raced home like wild horses...

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Early morning, while walking down the country road
I saw a group of children, school bound in crisp uniforms
Oh it is August, I suddenly remembered
And the schools have opened after the summer holidays

Like birds unleashed from the cage,
With satchels on their back, talking merrily
Shouting at times...

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Five stones     
                 closing times
radiograms and
               seventy-eights
school caps
   ...

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The silence of morn makes this place forlorn
in the fields, the hillsides, and trenches.
Over two hundred years since the bloodshed and fear,
yet you can hear the yells, smell the stenches.
The crush of the blue, charging straight and true
at the redcoats behind all their breast-works,
The bayonets...

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(Dedicated to the Victims of Nuclear Weapons)

Though in the later years I was born,
Yet history makes me forlorn,
Rocks me back in the past behind,
To the horrible event and tragic morn.

I see the roses with blighted faces,
Satchels on backs, toddling to schools,
Playing in parks, swimming in...

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Freezing slides on sheets of ice
Balaclavsa snug;
Finger mitts,snow-balling bold,
Playtime in the cold.
Satchels,desks with lift-up lids,
Pen nibs and inkwells;
Five-stones,conkers in the yard,
Before the lesson bell...

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~tasting herbs of pewter mist, satchels of tender bouquets kneel on primeval b.l.i.s.s.~


Especially for :Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet ~ 
Contest Name :"One Amazing Line"  
By:nette onclaud...

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Baton down the hatches 
and blow yer whistle- BLOW!
Stuff all the gold in satchels 
and hoist them in the hull!
Me key is missing, rascals!
Check the the deck below!
check again, the satchels!
Be sure to find it- Oh!

It be on my neck
buried in my beard 
maybe a...

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