Best Totes Poems

Gray smeared sky like a quilt of rags
Winos sip rot gut from brown paper bags
Threadbare cloud crotch splits up the side
Rain pours down, you got nowhere to hide

Cheap umbrella from a street corner pimp
Turns inside out before going limp
Putrid puddles, soggy doggy doo dollops
Are artfully...

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I ran into Shakespeare the other day.
Told him I too am writing a play.
He asked about the premise, which was a reeler.
I had no idea he is a big premise-stealer.

I told him the plot, and he took a few notes.
I was excited when I saw...

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Buttons for game pieces, buttons on totes,
Buttons on toys, shoes, sweaters and coats.

Buttons that open and buttons that close
On pockets and purses and edges of clothes.

Buttons that decorate; buttons that don’t.
Buttons I'm sure to lose; buttons I won’t.

Buttons as filler for bean bags and such.
Buttons...

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What’s fair is fair

I walked into Macys Department Store the other day
thinking I’d buy a few items for the summer
I entered on the first floor and was met by
counter after counter of cosmetics and perfume
with finely made up women in fancy smocks 
just waiting to...

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In my man cave, is a closet
Which would spawn horrible critiques
Totes full of old computer parts
Some of which my be antiques

Various plumbing parts abound
But Lord knows I'm not a plumber
Game parts, tools, nuts, bolts and nails
Old clothes from winter to summer

There is some work out...

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Some years from now
the Devil throws a banquet – 
In hell, of course – where he alone 
unquestionably rules:

A banquet table plated for 
greedy fools: to his right,
Barack seated; with Hilary at
his heated left; Bidden,
unable to tell where he is – 
so after a brief,...

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If my rhymes rugged and clucking might be
As it would better fit to wretched hole
Above which are pointing all rocks to see,

I would express my concept as a whole
More clearly; but since I do not have them,
Not without awe I go to fill the role;

Since...

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Just down the gravel road a piece is an old-time country store.
On its saggin' shelves are things you won't find much anymore.
Ladies in bright calico barter with Mr. Draper their eggs and butter,
As they visit neighbors on Saturday nights amid the piles of clutter!

Menfolk lounge...

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It's my fifth day of unemployment
and I'm going a little bit crazy.
I'd expected to sit around and relax
and in general behave quite lazy.

Day one, I made a scrapbook
and rearranged all my craft totes.
Day two I cleaned out bird cages
and started writing pre-Christmas notes.

Shopping is done...

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The invitations were sent to alumni far and near,
To gather for the school reunion later in the year.
The ultimate occasion to turn on all the old charm,
And fondly remember those who have bought the farm!

Ladies wear tight-fitting girdles to shrink the pounds.
Guys try crash diets...

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A football star with super speed,
Our prom king, Kyle, has gone to seed.
No longer likely to succeed,
He's out of work and hooked on weed.

Behind you's Jennifer, the one
Who led our cheers and planned our fun.
Most popular, with honors won,
She's sheriff now and totes a gun.

And...

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Lover; leave me a love note
When you are away I choke
Need not buy me shiny totes
Plus...I know your broke...

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Off Season Santa

Cajun Santa won’t ever be seen

Buying Christmas candy in New Orleans

He has a whole group of Elves back in the swamp

Making Cajun candy for the kids to chomp

Summer time Santa in his cutoff jeans

Stirring a big ol pot of rice and beans

Here comes...

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My Quirk


A thing that bothers me the most,
the quirk that nags at me each day,
my study desktop capped with stuff -
its cluttered surface on display.

Poetry books, card-making drafts,
some poem lines on scribbled notes;
variety of pencils, pens,
and spaces filled with filing totes.

Perhaps an empty coffee cup
and...

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Born with a complex like a tormented fugitive in a constant flight from a life of acceptance, his Life is filled with questions and complexities. There is no room 

for blame. In a secret place, he was crafted skillfully; non are the same.*
Stored away in...

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