Satchel Poems - Poems about Satchel

... As the ‘tick-tock’ sound falls in my ears, and its incessant refrain drops like a thud, My memory unwinds to years fled when we grew up under our parental roof. Plodding miles through count......Read the rest...

...I am a child again I know no loss or gain Oft oblivious of pain Till I conscious regain. Do I wake or sleep, I see the stars weep As they crackers peep, Am I awake or asleep? I giggl......Read the rest...

...Cami is an inventor, a genius, a marvel said the witch We let her do things her way, never used a belt or a switch She grew up knowing she was the best of the best School was nothing to her, she o......Read the rest...

...ZEN DEATH HAIKU X These are my modern English translations of Japanese Zen Death Haiku. Forbearing the night with its growing brilliance: the summer moon. —Tsukioka Yooshi (1839-1892) , lo......Read the rest...

..."Can you feel the soul of an abandoned house; can you hear the whispering? " Quote by _Constance La France Your ancestors had built me, brick by bric......Read the rest...

...Easter bunny is delivering eggs of course. But he is also bringing us a duck, salamander and a horse. In his small satchel? Asked our mother in surprise. Unsure, but he should be here right after ......Read the rest...

...'Gallery near me' I typed into Google What's this! 15 minutes away Free Open Monday to Sunday I've been there before What have they got... Pictures of nature :/ Cartoon illustration :/ Half......Read the rest...

...Mice were creeping along with their loot tonight. One had a satchel of cheese; another’s burden was light. Is that the grain then? Or the popcorn or what? A third mouse crept by, carrying a bag on......Read the rest...

...A new family moves to neighborhood school. Children are in kindergarten, first, second, third, fourth, fifth and sixth Six boys and one girl Atchel, Satchel, Batchel, Ratchel, Datchel, Matchel and......Read the rest...

...A Song With no Name From my grandfather and my dad and performed by their son and grandson, me. It was an old melody with no name of a ballad my grandfather wrote a long time ago. The melody was s......Read the rest...

...I sat quietly staring out the porthole window As we were passing over a village in the low hills A cumulus cloud casting over its ominous shadow Far below in the silence of the engine’......Read the rest...

...(Fictional, but based on the real experience of one of my close friends who lost her daughter in an accident) As I sat on my desk, Hurrying with my pent up work, A scrap of paper, l......Read the rest...

...It’s Saturday morning. I’m at the acorn, my favorite coffee shop, on my iPad and deep in concentration. I’m time traveling back, to things seen and said, trying to create a story poem about recent ha......Read the rest...

...Go ahead and lift your broken wings to the Lord He is more than capable of stitching ever wayward feather remember that you were once an angel in His ward just like St Michael, back ......Read the rest...

...You can't protect yourself From the future that awaits, It comes to you like an elf, Ambivalent to your fate. The future is not a magical happenstance like a fairy tale, Although it can be th......Read the rest...