The elephant packed his trunk
ere leaving home with a load
and looked down his nose before crossing
to see what's on the other side of the road
as the tumbler pigeon
be it ever-so humble
when airborne
was compelled to tumble
and the spinner dolphin
without a care
continued to spin
while in the air
yet not one of them did such antics
to amaze amuse or impress man
but only and simply...
because they can
We work ourselves to exhaustion
and drive eath other to our limits.
We aim for that elusive destination
that never seems to get much closer.
We strive for the better life of our dreams.
The more we have the more we want
when really we need so little to be happy.
Joy doesn't have to be a target.
It's as simple as our daily habits.
It's being in the moment
Appreciating a warm smile
Extending a caring word
Making a moment's pause
Taking a detour for fresh air
Sitting in the garden...
Joy is gathering these precious moments,
appreciating the present and feeling gratitude.
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Time is like a suitcase,
each moment carefully packed
for memory's journey.
The shelves are packed
Not an empty gap in sight
The books are dusty
Men and women lie in the books
But the books are dusty
Packing a life in,
involves a soul to be packed
into a small parcel
Where is Daddy going with that big
suitcase Mummy
Is he going to the shops
To buy you the biggest bunch of
flowers and box of chocs
And hopefully when he is there get
me a lucky packet and a Barbie
Because I heard you both having
a monumental blazing row
Never you mind my pretty little head
my Angel
My most precious above all and
everything
Mummy doesn't actually want you to know
That he is in actual fact leaving us
behind for good
For some or other new women he
met just recently online
Looks as if our once upon a time
happy marriage
Is now heading for an acrimonious
divorce
So no lucky packet for you
And
Sadly no box of chocs , roses or
happy ending it looks like
For either or either of us either
Apart from him
I just hope it doesn't effect you too much
And you eventually get weaponized and
used as a means
To hurt each other even more in the
end
Grandma Francie had been a preschool teacher too long
She packed me a lunch one time when I was in sixth grade.
What are those? My tablemates asked as I rolled them out.
They were tiny bugs made out of apples, celery, dates and raisins.
I was humiliated and horrified. It was a lunch a three-year-old would love.
“Can I have one?”
I ended up giving them all away.
They wanted to know if grandma would sell them some.
Catastrophe avoided.
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and my hymns are gifts
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To save on space and shipping costs
When packages are stacked,
So many items nowadays
Are sent out vacuum-packed.
My daughter’s teddy bear arrived,
All squished up in a ball.
You’d never guess that it could be
A teddy bear at all.
Yet once we managed (it was tough!)
To help the bear get out
From all his plastic, he puffed up
(Despite my nagging doubt).
The modern world has different ways
To send out what we need.
If we could vacuum-pack ourselves,
The airlines would take heed.
The tall pillarized building
Cold, concrete, dictating
Attacked the sky
Making it packed, broken, hurt, scarred
Blocking those lovely clouds and rainbow
The tall pillarized building
Cold, concrete, dictating
Captured modernized hearts
Making them a slave inside
From nine to five
The tall pillarized building
Cold, concrete, dictating
Formed a towering hazard
To the inquisitive patrolling eyes
Of the nature - lovers
Making them temporary blind
My Mother's Blue Dress tucked in a box,
Away from the time on a clock.
She was once young and beautiful,
Her life was to be perfect and joyful.
My Mother's Blue Dress so neatly packed,
It has never been unwrapped.
A wedding that never happened,
Now fifty years later the blue dress should be blackened.
Years come and years go,
All she can do is dream of tomorrow.
12/24/2019
packed with yesteryear's decorations...my smile
Joe Doakes packed a pistol for protection
Tucked away in his pants, 'scaped detection --
Had a girl named Meg
Who flashed him some leg --
Joe's pistol turned into an e-rec-tion
Loaded mind
with caotic thoughts
there is no 'satis'
like an overloaded bus
packed
like a little nest
crowded with birds
big birds
noisy
uninterested sound
uncomforting zone
windy
cold
heat-hot like a burning gold
no rest
unfree
tranquility's absence
quest for peace
lack of bliss
like disturbed bees
up and down
hopeless time
internal crime.
Drencho POET Loads
packed up
emotional baggage
shut the suitcase
of the past
tossed the case
into the river of
time
sunk deep
down underneath
the waters of
resentment
left behind
left for dead
all past encounters
be them good, bad,
or indifferent
all are viewed
through the same
blurred leans
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