Long Old bag Poems

This poor dope needs to work on his memory - 


Early one morning while me and the wife were lying in bed…in the raw…
She caught me staring at what I would feel was the cutest...

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ANIMOSITY VESSEL :

Here she sit at her thresholds corner;
Looks pity but craving to blow a vandal,
Crazely permitting no one to untie her shameful sandal,
Eagerly wish people swallowed by scandal.
Chameleon her pseudonym screamed from the huddle;
Many...

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There was an old lady, a frumpy old bag
who people called horrid, a witch and a hag
And 'though she was ugly and danced 'mid moonbeams
all was not quite as it might've then seemed

Old-fashioned black clothing...

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Grrrr WOMEN they drive me mad!


We were due to go on holiday
My wife said she was on her way
I’d got the car engine running 
I waited
and waited
and waited



But my wife Marcie was on the phone...

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Bag Whores to my left.  Bag Whores to my right.
Bag Whores beating at my door, morning, noon and night.  They know you got IT, 
and they’re looking for another free high.  
They...

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I’m asleep, therefore nothing exists.
Just my mind and a hangover from last night being pissed
Existence is only evident from the point I open my eyes
And the pain I feel from the knife in the back...

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fine lines sketched into my mirror
how did they get there? weathering
the decades, furrowed brow, creased
eyes with bags am i an old bag -
nonsense.

the mirror crack'd with an angry
whiplash i had to take a look
at my...

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There's a bag I like to keep,
                        A lil'   ...

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'Twas a sunny Sunday in June
Father's Day was in its throws
We were just young children
No money, but good at putting on shows

I was the youngest of four
My opinion meant it was a no no
Especially when...

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They give what they don't have:
Leaving their children to
the lion's paw to devour them,
while addressing the ills 
of others' children.

1)Wroughting diverse miracles are they.

2)Skilled in elating words,
even bailing heart out from
turmoil's prison.

'Nemo dat qoud non...

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The rain fell and the frost came. 

Pavements became sheets of glass 
waiting for unsteady limbs, 
ready for their fall. 

The back door opened, 
shuffling feet made 
there way down a glistening path, 
an old...

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There we were - Alf and I - Pharaohs,
surveying those white pyramids -
Nests of ibis - ovulating - 
Opera.

Across the bridge we danced,
Swaying o'er the waves below - 
Spectred lovers on a phantom ship -
Drifting...

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In the Land of the Lost, on my floor;folks crazed 
A wod jane does yell trash in flush room.; felt miffed
My nerves tense, on this floor -I’m on edge;feel brash
Here 8 months there is no...

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Lying on this bed at the walls I stare..
With no one to bother and no one to care...
neither can I see ,hear or walk...
Nor do I have someone to talk..

Disabled me, an old bag of...

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long ago a lazy man lived in a village’s hut
                         ...

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On the edge of darkness, the knife still dwells, within the shadows of my hellish torment, there you will find my remains, cradled in the dying earth, where time shall becoming the beating of my...

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First time since I took pen in hand
I do question why
Does any of help in any way at all?
Just smoke in the sky

I try to pour all of myself out
Emptying my cup
Just a tired old...

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she is standing 
on the sill of the door, she is waiting
sight on the end of the going away road
for the postman, she is waiting
 
o yellow envelope
you are coming 
hand by hand
the torn old...

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I detest writing on this poxy little phone 
Hunched over a 2by3inch screen 
Punching away at the imaginary 
Glass keyboard 
Boss eyed 
Cross as hell... every time I lose connection 
Hence half hour 
Wasted ......

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At the risk of being called “rabble-rouser,”
I think poor old Barky Von Schnauzer,
should practice his aim,
his master to maim,
in the back end of his very best trousers!


My hero I would call dear old Barky,
if he...

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What's in my old bag
 
I have a hard candy 
I have a old note books filled with old scramblings
I have a torn out Pokemon little box
I have a broken cup given to by my...

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I lay my dearest Susan down to rest
Of tall tales and humour she was the best
An excuse each night
Wouldn't hold me tight
There's something I need to get off my chest

See, Susan was a talented old...

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MY ENCOUNTER WITH AN ANT.....

I am a real little old lady,
I walked along a street so shady,
Had an encounter with a tiny ant,
To him I appeared such a giant,
He trod among the leaves so pliant,
He...

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The Neighborhood
all trees
eyes please
The Neighbors
help out
act out
The Birds
they’re free
to flee
The House
barn red
homestead
The Driveway
steep high
blue sky
The Squirrels
mouse gray
spry play
The Tree
old bag
sights flag
The Flag
source-stripes
stars-hype
The Wind
whistles
bristles 
The Moss
green spreads
it treads
The Owl
beware
its stare
Our Home
full of
God’s love
Over All
pleasant
present...

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I’m a brown paper bag and I’ve not been too well
So I went to the doctors to ask him to tell
What was this sickness and what I had got
Could it be cured, was it deadly...

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