Short Back Pack Poems
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some hop
a lot
from a back pack
thats fill with stacks
and rack
some or bikers
they are
BIKERS
don't just sit back
put in the back pack
whats your job
mabe ood
you must started
make the world like lard
DO YOUR PART
We were strolling through time's meadow just walking love's dog....
Then I found a log; threw it in my back pack when she roped his hog ?
Form:
its so cool
to have a tool
and get on its back
with your back pack
justlet it be your guild
as it go and walk slow
a
HORSE BACK RIDE
your on the run
to the sea or sun
no time sit at stable
mabe not able
so you get a food sack
and the back pack
its plenty of food on the rack
this is how the wind blow
for
FOOD ON THE GO
JORDAN SHOES
an eight piece suit
FITTED HAT
brief case back pack
A PJ'S GANGSTA
a choir director
69 OLD SCHOOL ON DUBS
a vw bug
THE HOODS PRINCE
from politics to the president................
Form:
Have you ever bummed a cigarette
or a razor blade like Gillette
How 'bout stealing a place in line
or someone's coat that fits you fine
And surely you've snatched a sugary snack
sticking out of your friend's back-pack
I've done all these things and even more
~ Someday the Big Guy'll even the score
Christopher Black: with his big back-pack.
Liam Short; ironically he was.
Aiden Craven: his names almost matched
Simon Pal - and he was a pal!
Stuart Grove; didn't know him much
Matthew Huss; he sat on the opposite side to us
Adam Ponder, who used to wonder,
Terry King, the class-clown
Eddy Wilkinson, the deputy clown
Should all be friends for life...
He wears all he can and carries the rest
of his belongings in a back pack
as he walks up a steep hill.
A flurry of snow swirls around him
as cars pass without notice.
He stops for supper at a rescue mission
where someone who doesn’t know him preaches.
He sits by himself and eats without a word
before fading into the night.
He lies on the ground beneath a bridge
where a campfire burns.
~/~THAT FORGOTTEN SCENT~/~
In the dim yellow light
I saw you heading towards me
With a back pack
But to ask for the reserved seat besides!
The modest approach
The way you sat aside without a wish even to touch
The way you cared each time I dozed on your shoulders
Taking care of me to notice not
Makes you man
That hidden forgotten scent of your perfume
I wish to leave me not
-puvi-
(12/04/2016)
Standing here in the sand
Ready with full back pack
I'm facing this vast sea
Unthinkable but with courage
Waiting a boat for a trip
At the other side of this island
For loved visit and fun adventures
On this way i don't know what lies ahead
I only live every second of my life
God is my guide and I love His favor
I lay my life in Him and no reservations
Whatever it takes His goodness my strength
I venture to the death whether gain or lose
I'll go home bringing with me an honor.