Short Baggage Poems
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one river ripple
coincidal consciences
Light lens shape of sense
physical death opens doors
leave excess baggage Earthside
A vulture boarded
A jumbo jet
Carrying two dead
Marmoset
The stewardess said
"I'm sorry sir,
Only one carrion
Per passenger"
Form:
hear my divine message
for speak I in an immortal language
get up and pack up your baggage
leave the old life behind
and turn a new page
southwards
to the sun-
follow the light,
annual migration's
begun-
nomads
of nowhere,
without a care
baggage,passports or cheap
airfare
No baggage
No pain
No second chance
Was your choice
Your try
My mind
My will
My sorrow
No tomorrow
But mine
Not yours
But fine
Form:
Dying is not the finale of everything
is simply going back to origin
where it all began
with greater spiritual baggage
If we lived and learned here...
she said she wanted to talk to me
oh yeah
she said she wanted to meet me
oooh yeah
she had more baggage then
a Post office.
But
I
talked
to her.
vanished without
a trace
as if never
existed
disappeared
from view
up and left
packed up
emotional
baggage
flu the coop
never to be
seen again
twinkle
freeze, thaw
broke hue
true blue
lower,
pointer
death's light
used time
baggage
collapse
fall bowels
black hole
not lost
stardust
Heaviness felt over the shoulders
As a sac of bricks that drags you
To the deepness of a calm lake
Drowning to undiscovered emotions
6-16-2016
all it is I own
baggage that resides within
more added daily.
(January 18, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
I still haven't found my Miss Right;
the girl with the cat was a fright:
she farted all day
and stank of decay,
then played with her pussy all night...
for the Baggage contest
All this baggage
I would love
To put it behind me
What this girl wouldn't give
To trade it
For some junk in the trunk
17.10.14
For Broken Wings'
"Could You, Please"
In a mindset
Hampered by sadness and dejection
I only ask you to carry on
Heave your weighty troubles
Over your fragile shoulders
And I will catch your baggage
If ever you should fall
Form:
Looking at the me of today
Becoming the me of tomorrow
Cutting loose the baggage of pain and sorrow
As, time is borrowed
There's no time to wallow!
Even as the demons dance and follow.
emotionless senses blind to the world,
pain pulling to this abyss of emptiness,
comfort in this blackness.
no love.
nothing raw.
no baggage to brawl.
for this abyss is my place of bliss.
Baggage packed
Leaving here
Have my razor drugs things
Throw away the leftovers
And clean the apartment
I did not come here of my own choice
Leaving on my own
Going to see the old family
Ciao bella
I'm Mortimer Monkey! My devilish side
will jump on the back of the elephant's hide!
I'll take unfair advantage
Even taking bringing my baggage!
While this jumbo sized taxi....gives me a ride!!
oh, would you be so kind?
would you be so kind as to leave my life
leave it for good
take all your baggage and harm
your negativity and toxicity
your selfishness and lies
oh, would you be so kind?
a budding romance
love found on vacation....
perfect couple
she arrived
3 trunks, 10 suitcases, more....
three day visit
he
should have known....
too much baggage
Soft pliable clay, peels away with tools touch; cold and wet.
The sculptors’ eye sees life in the clay before, it reveals itself.
Scrape away the excess baggage and a new beauty is born.
ego spawned cravings on rampage
attachments hold us in bondage
delusion dropped, we clearly see
our soul is, at each moment free
joyous heart, carries no baggage
09-August-2021
The harsh colors
of yesterday's anger
and the events
that triggered it
have softened
with the night.
As far as the
excess baggage
is concerned,
I refuse to carry it
into tomorrow;
it only weighs me down.
One time too many
maximum number of hits
heart in rebellion
Keep your own baggage
I can hardly carry mine
help me don't harm me
No way to go back
Heart in hibernation mode
Sweet oblivion
Eileen Manassian
I wander
In barbed circles
Seeking grace
In faux distance-
Looking back
In wry dismay…
My baggage has followed me
WHITNEY 2 - Poetry Contest
~05 Sep 2017~