Long Bagging Poems
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Hillary, dear Hillary—where do we begin?
In your tale of deceit and corrupt political spin.
First lady, poor victim—
‘Vast Right Wing’ to blame,
A Chicago born, carpet bagging, New Yorker—how lame.
For over four decades, you ruthlessly fought,
Every virtuous ideal the forefathers sought.
With convictions as sound—as a lifeboat that sinks,
You’re a Chameleon, Hyena, a slithering snake,
who for votes flip flops often—just whatever it takes!
Stolen funds meant for Haiti, Clerical errors to blame,
at the foundation “helping po folks,” that bears your last name,
problem is—no one knows, where this ‘help’ can be seen.
while your net worth exponentially expands to obscene!
Fat chance ‘crooked Hillary,’ parts with the cash
from your “pay to play” system, illegal and brash.
Your condescension exceeds, what most tolerate,
like a child who needs spanking, or a belligerent inmate.
The fawning from media, won’t take you to task,
over emails, Benghazi, Russian Uranium—they won’t ask!
Liberals, dead voters, and criminals don’t care,
‘bout your pile of dead bodies, or ELITIST fanfare.
Just a history of coincidences—corpses intact,
and secret home email server, foreign governments hacked.
while two former presidents’ lies had your back!
You’re the Eva Perón of the United States,
Your red badge of courage—a life of mistakes
As queen of all feminists, their abortion namesake
Whose politically correct mantra remains,
WHAT DIFFERENCE DOES IT MAKE?
those long stainless spoons
bring back memories
the noise of the chefs bringing long trays
of food we would soon be dipping into
as trays would make their way along the line
gathering the daily meal the kitchen had prepared
the last duty was the exit dispensing
the bagged lunches we had already prepared
as they made their way back into the streets
the camaraderie in the kitchen
was a daily blessing
sometimes one could hear old gospel songs
or perhaps a newer popular tune
it was a shared joy
the art of bagging baloney and cheese
the banter between volunteers and recipients
and the Thanksgiving meals of the Salvation Army
escorting them through the line, seating them
oh, I could tell you tales from the shower detail
soap, shampoo, new t-shirt, specialty products
the smiles, having removed the everyday wear of life
a chance to walk into a new life for a moment
my walk from the trolley among them gathering
waiting at the door, offers of drugs, street reality
when i must confront the cruelty of humanity
it is here i remember, the heart of Christianity
Oregon 8/3/26
October, bring me home to all the scents I so adore
clothe me in cinnamon dreams and help me collect
all the colors that I so lovingly wrapped
with burlap's gentle touch !
October, blush me with orange and tangerines
tint my lips with red and crimson sheen
and as the fall foliage falls away from me,
bring me a mug of pumpkin spice, Oh please
October, while your busy bagging gold
I am gathering dry leaves at my feet
Raking in hopes for a mild mild winter,
and marshmallows roasting by a lovely fireside.
After the first hard frost comes the gentle snow,
then later on if we are lucky, a beautiful warm spring in toe...
A few days before Thanksgiving,
My sister was not among the living.
Time to celebrate and be giving
Without her, was emotional missing.
Day of giving thanks and blessings
With strong friends and family bonding
Instead mourning and weeping
When our hearts were breaking.
I stare, unable to utter a sound, bagging
To wake up from this nightmare; hiding
The pain, but I can't stop shuddering.
How does one deal with the death of a sibling?
My unforgivable sin of my grief;
If only I knew that our time would be brief.
I would say I love you with lots of hugging.
11/10/2021
''U'' Contest, New Poems Only Poetry Contest 3. unforgivable
Sponsored by: Constance La France
In walked the Redeyed Stranger
Bragging: he used an excessive amount of
bagging gestures and words. He was told by
his handler to tune down the rhetoric, as one
person found him rude and overbearing. We
were worried someone would use the
opportunity to be mean of crasp towards him.
His horse had been clipped and shampooed.
The animal was a prized Belgium Draft, hows
shiny black fur was a sight for even the most
novice of people. The most positive thing about
his rant was we foundout that he worried about
someone greasing his saddle. He told one of
the men To watch the pranksters. One of them
might want to grease my saddle to get me out
of contention.When the time came for the horse pull
a fella went out and looked at all the saddles.
and be hold the saddle for the Belgium Draft had
been greased. A group of rider found a can of
grease with a brush in the chicken coop behind
the pile of cornhusks.
This a story about a group of Show horse riders who incorporated
"La selle Grasse" into there show. It was a scritp that involved the
audience.Often the Staged show would involve horses doing tricks.
"The Magnificent Athlete" a fella who wore a mask and cape would
come to the rescue of the guy accussed of greasing the saddle,
they'd brawl and tell the audeince who really greased the saaddle,
revealing a tied up man gagged with a hankercheif in his mouth.
The Masked Man than would use this forumn to catupule his
rasslin carreer. He'd "work a-show" for cheap heat and get
the pop he needed to get over with the crowd. ( He was raising money
to start his restaurant)
OH Let it all become known far and wide all over the cities, towns and country sides, "You are braver than you believe Stronger than you seem Smarter than you think & Loved more than you know."
Do you honestly consider yourselves to be actually brave? When merely getting out of bed in the morning is taking a risk? Those of you who boldly get inside your automobiles, and public transit are braver than you know. Why because you are entrusting your lives (and the lives of your passengers to complete strangers. it has become both acknowledged and claimed to be true.
Let's face our grocery store clerks do a really good job of bagging our grocery items. Sometimes they over load the bags and make them too heavy. However there are certain advantages to either being female, or senior citizens. When you instruct them to lighten your load, they do it. In certain stores the cart people wheel your grocery charts to your cars or trucks etc. You are stronger than you seem.
You are smarter than you think. So what if you have to count your numbers on your fingers and/or your toes? That doesn't mean that you aren't smart! You can add up and tally the columns of figures that way. Of course Smart phones may be able to perform mathematical functions.
You may struggle with math, and yet excel in the American English Language. You may be able to compose a sentence and yet struggle with even simple spelling sometimes!
And you are loved more than you know! We are instructed by the good book more commonly referred to as the Holy Bible. "To love our neighbors as we love our selves. And to also love one another as He first loved us." This is the greatest of the commandments!
"You are Braver than you believe
Stronger than you seem
Smarter than you think
& Loved more than you know."
Those words are sound advice and words to the wise. Following in their footsteps of those who have gone before us. And becoming pathfinders to the up and coming future generations.
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
April 16, 2021
If you own a dog, at some point you
Will be carrying a bag of poo,
At least if you’re considerate
And follow laws regarding s#%*.
There are some, though, who flout the rules
And think that bagging crap’s for fools.
A joke said, aliens did land
And, struggling to understand,
Determined that the smarter race
Were not the humans, for their place
Was picking up whatever lot
Their masters left with every squat.
In any case, when doggies do
Their business, making number two,
Their owners might hold back a gag
But will be left to hold the bag,
Unless, of course, that they refuse
And leave the mess for others’ shoes.
I Used to Enjoy
by Bob Moore © 2022
I used to enjoy the barbers
go for a haircut and a chat
talk about the football
politics and things like that
There usually would be one chair,
or maybe there was two
a few customers and the barber
who knew just what to do
Short back and sides was standard
the cut most of us had
not fancy, but easy to comb or brush
and it didn’t look too bad
But things have changed, as all things do
and whenever you may go
the barbers speak to each other
in a language I do not know.
They may be telling each other jokes
just like we used to do
“two cutting and three bagging here,
been a while since we’ve seen you.”
Or talking about the football
or the land where they were born
but I cannot join in with them
on this haircut Saturday morn.
I miss those haircut mornings
and now it’s just a chore
I listen but do not understand
don’t go much anymore
Bob Moore
here’s your plaque:
best in uniformity & public shaming.
no rooster crows without committee review.
no similes unless they match the mulch.
you scratch the dirt,
then vote on who gets corn-fed
when there's plenty to go around.
not every poem is a zoning dispute,
and I'm hard pressed to name anyone here
an expert in the field. get over yourselves.
she left.
what was the point of that?
you ran off a chance to learn something,
or worse,
ran off a chance to help a lonely person
in need, masquerading what they want to be.
we'll never know now.
all this for what?
the abject terror of an electron less
of validation? grow the f*ck up.
I see you,
paper-bagging praise like contraband,
while circling the coop,
searching for a beak to clip.
I'm going to bed now,
to dream of that first welcome
I had three years ago.
My sincerest hope
is that you'll meet me there.
Sleepy mid-afternoon
Even the cat takes naps;
Brown dog with dreams unknown
Hot favourite soft buns
Crowded lunch queue waiting;
Each bagging takeaway
Curry mixed rice vendor
Extra helping of meat;
Hungry customers queue
Assorted cakes await
Gourmet cake shop delights;
Tarts, quinces, and pastries
Curry puff specialty
Old uncle bakes finesse;
Ample stocks sold out
Fruits galore by wayside
Stall with long history;
Third-generation here
Busy supermart chain
Queue after queue winding;
Cash registers attend
Local dessert menu
All sorts of sweet foods tempt;
Try the peach tidal wave!
Yam paste ginko dessert
Delicious mouthful swirled;
A heavenly delight
Turkey sandwich meal pack
Ready-to-go cookies;
American Subway
Fast food restaurants here
Make many meals easy;
We tend to eat too much
Family treat right here
At the shopping arcade;
Easy delicacies found
So much food to pleasure
The discerning palate;
See so many obese
So many eateries
Spoilt for choice picky we:
Follow fickle fancies
Gastronomic ecstasy
So much to pick and choose;
Discerning taste buds judge
Leon Enriquez
25 July 2014
Singapore