Short Bag Poems
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The body fears as the bag empties
biological torture begins
as a plea for a re-fill disturbs.
she has a cart
fill with art
sleep and eat
in a parking lot
she must be hot
loads of cloth
some call her sade
the
BAG LADY
am a old goon
have on in my room
am a loner
minded set in the
corner
its fill with rag and sag
my
DRITY CLOTHS BAG
Form:
Black boots lad
Bag full of dreams
That innocent days
Naughty friends
Plays, eats,reads together
In Deciduous days
comfort donuts in a bag
I gobble them down
whether cinnamon or crunch
chomp chomp chomp chomp chomp
they are gone
Yum!
it can be you see
no home no key
sleeping bag
cloths drited and sag
you feel abuse
and ueses
give to you too
the
THE WINTER BLUES
Saved the World today
In the supermarket
All I had to do
Was bring my own plastic bag
No special powers required
On this occasion
its sad to be in a bag
no where to go
whats hurts more
you have a right
so stop and fight
be a sungun
THERE
NO WHERE TO RUN
They walk alone no home its here everywhere there things all they bring it snow rain it apain bag is stack HomeLess AND BACKPACK.
they have the look
that get you hook
some look rot
sitting on there cot
i know one name sade
a ols hag
the
BAG PUSH COT
LADY
he sits on the bench
eager pigeons surround him
a bag of breadcrumbs
is the offering he brings
loneliness is forgotten
going on a trip
get your stack dips
chips
jam spam
this fod don't spoil
pack in oil
just a bag that sag
for your
TRAVEL MEAL BAG
My funny Uncle!
Had bought a bag of field beans my Uncle when aunt had asked for their living room a bean bag!
10th October 2016
A complete stranger
beside me on the metro-
was talking over phone
She forgot to take her bag,
The metro already passed that stop.
as i go i walk slow
in this bag its sag
there something hot
its in a pot
its part my start
as a work on my cox
its in my
LUNCH BOX
A long-winded breeze
carry a blue plastic bag
toward the sky.
I look
at strength
in sun's heat.
Of the warmest season
of the year.
Form:
In Bali while on holiday
A visit from a small monkey
He grabbed my biscuit bag
This naughty scallywag
Then ate them all and ran away
In Bali while on holiday
A visit from a small monkey
He grabbed my biscuit bag
This naughty scallywag
Then ate them all and ran away
Diet Issue #7
Popcorn binge the greasy bag with butter through it.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
February 15, 2010
Poetic form: Monuku
For months we have not
let the cat out of the bag
Eyes talk indirectly
Eyes read
Eyes right.
Have I told you that I go crazy sometimes?
something grabs my leg
plastic bag churned by the tide
ocean clings for life
dog drops like an old bag of bones
tail chasing finished for now
he snores and gasps in monotones
I’ll come back as a pup next life, I vow
Three
….. huddle in a wet doorway
……brown bag sipping
….any port in a storm.
John G. Lawless
©3/3/2018
lord world need you now
to much trould around
please come down
or give us a sound
only you can do
and change man bag ways
LET US ALL PARY
On the dance-floor they did a zigzag
But he was an ol’ scallywag:
- “If you feel something hard
- Pay no regard …
It’s just my colostomy-bag”