Short Backpacks Poems
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Oh, how I cringe inside
when she wears her glasses!
Two with black hair!
Two with backpacks!
Two with Buddha!
Two with green eyes!
Now, two with glasses!
Is there any reason they should not
walk as two, together?
this don't miss
blue still excist
goes back to the shack
when slave was on rack
with backpacks
came from bad news
some that sad
blues story is about bad
love and low down clown
its still to rounds
its well school
the
HISTORY OF THR BLUES
The crescendo of the leaves
combined with a cool crisp blustery breeze
Children toting animated backpacks
Squirrels nervously adding to their winter stacks
Trees putting on a colorful display
vying for attention as they gently sway
Invites to attend the Monsters Ball
All Uplifting to the Soul
these signs of The Fall
Form:
On my first day
I met a new friend.
We had the same new sneakers
And sharpened pencils
And coloring books
And backpacks
And French braids
And rulers
And we smelled the same smells of our school.
My pencil eraser broke off and fell to the old wooden floor when I erased my drawing too hard
And she picked it up
And said, “I’ll never forget you.”
Brand-new backpacks, brand-new shoes;
Headbands topped with flowers.
Parents trying to enthuse
About the coming hours.
Photos taken, kisses swapped;
Pupils all converging.
Quick goodbyes as doors are propped;
Teachers gently urging.
Voices chatter, stairs are climbed;
First day jitters rising.
All of us once likewise primed
Should be sympathizing.
The bare bear barely bamboozled beleaguered befuddled bystanders.
They’re there for a reason, I chastised the bear.
Hoping their backpacks did not have food.
For we all know that this would be an overwhelming lure for a bear.
Especially a bare bear who briefly blows up butterfly balloons for busybodies.
I hope this is not too much information but I wanted you to be aware
Because there is not any more room
CANCEL ALL MY APPOINTMENTS!!!
CALL WORK
TELL THEM I JUST FEEL TOO GOOD
TO WASTE IT ON THEM
WAKE THE KIDS
WE’RE GOING OUT FOR BREAKFAST
CALL THE SCHOOL
TELL THEM DAD JUST DECLARED
A “MENTAL HEALTH DAY”
GET DRESSED
WE’RE GONNA GO PLAY
NO BACKPACKS
NO BRIEF CASES
NO TOOL BELTS
JUST US……
AND A DAY
APPROPRIATED
FOR THE MAKING
OF MEMORIES
John G. Lawless
©1/29/2019
Mandrake’s sisters had fuzzy balls
Green fuzzy balls on their roller skates
Red fuzzy balls on their ice skates
Purple and pink fuzzy balls on their backpacks
You cannot have fuzzy balls they told him
You are a boy
It would be silly for a boy to have fuzzy balls
So he grew up and made himself a fuzzy ball chair
He also stuck out his tongue at both sisters
Refusing to allow either of them to put their petootsies on it
They wear a cloak of invisibility
no one sees them
working behind the scenes
rearranging the scenery
inspecting the wires
from which hang
the future of daybreak
brown sugar atop the oatmeal
lunches and backpacks
hurried goodbyes
the school bus rendezvous.
No one sees them
as they ride the bus
enter through the service entrance
to work
supporting the backbone
of a country
that does not see them
for invisibility has no color.
John G. Lawless
©10/15/2021
Uniformed camels
Backpacks in the place of humps
Looking left then right
The gates inviting the herd
Ready for a new school day
Mr Jones's car
Yet again won't bloody start
It revs and splutters
Bursts into life and then flames
He works from home anyway
Winnie's rose garden
where the birds come for a bathe
and shelter from rain
There she goes, mowing again
She needs a belt for those pants.....
Jodie Williams for
Francine's The View contest
17th Sept 2011
I’ve left it on rock ledges
in elevators and bars
Taxicabs, backpacks,
motorcycles near and far
It’s laid on the Great Wall,
as I started to walk away
And fell out of the raft
in Wyoming that day
It flew on the airplane
after I had gotten off
And spent two days in Key West
with Fedex as the cost
It’s kept me in touch,
that’s important I know
But the voice it records
into words
—much more so
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2018)