Short Bagged Poems
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the holy
grail has
been
found
yet
sated
by blood
i'm not
instead a brown
paper bagged
bottle of red
dry wine
Form:
Overdose do over
I'll get it right the next time
I promise
always that never tomorrow
waits for my glory
bound and bagged.
Oh wondrous Walt,
how many leaves were
cut, bagged and mulched
before we were allowed
to come and smell
the lilacs in your yard?
Prison Of Flesh
Pregnant and constipated
Gagged
Asphyxiated
Want to jump out of my skin
Nonplussed and exasperated
Black bagged
Unenumerated
Everything is without
And I am locked within
A nubile young lady named Della
Bagged herself a cute sexy fella
Her boyfriend's called Rick
He has a huge wick
Their love making sessions were stellar!
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2/25/18
When Mother Eagle returned with her wormy swag
Each of the eaglets grimaced and gagged
"Eat that slimy thing?
You've got to be kidding!
We'll wait and see what Dad bagged!"
7/29/11
Received 6th place in "Pure Thoughts on Nature" contest
kraken bagged his first clipper ship on a Monday afternoon.
I love the feel of it in the bag, he told his cousin Swoon.
Swoon thought that keeping a ship in a bag was bad luck.
He asked how the creatures would breathe, but
Kraken did not give a gut
There once was a prez, D. Trump by name,
through fraud and fake news, he gets the blame.
All the four years he's bagged
those sly Dems had him tagged.
Why fight so hard for more of the same?
November 28, 2020
Contest: Out on a Lim
Sponsor: Joseph May
He blunders around grocery stores.
Impulse buying - compelling.
Back home
he looks at the bagged,
wonders why,
wonders
if he will also charge around
tomorrow.
The larder, the pantry
the stacked cans
of all kinds of Spam
gleam untouched
but one day -
you never know.
I'm a disease uncurable
I've seen the unseable
I've outlived the livable
I've danced with a crippled
I'm the unfortunate events
I'm the prosecutor of the prosecutes
I've lived through hell
I danced with sin
I pronce my words
a little thin
I'm only human
with enough bagged
with a bottle of jin.
At Home for Christmas
Fake pine, unfolding bagged branches,
expressive string of lights attached.
All ornaments unwrapped, three spaced
mid-tree, Ricky & Lucy - foremost.
Resound of the season - reason
the celebrants take time for fair Christ.
They brought me home in a plastic bag
The whiteness of it nearly made me gag.
I was optimistic when they took me out.
But then a woman began to shout.
Why would you bring me this kind of junk?
I got re-bagged and thrown in a trunk.
Trunk got hot and I melted so badly.
This is no way to treat milk chocolate candy!
Loose teas, bagged teas, hot.
At dinner, iced tea hits the spot.
Earl Grey, green tea, Lipton.
Honey, lemon, sugar; sip on,
Watching TV, before bedtime.
Reading leaves worth a dime?
Been drinking tea for years.
It's medicinal, or so I hear.
Healing powers, lose weight.
There isn't a tea that I hate.
Have a variety in my cabinet.
They're good for me, I bet.
--Mid*Night Purple Hazed,
Confusion Clouds Spin,
Mind In A Daze--
--Hands Cramp, Flow, Style
Bagged, Through Roughened Air,
Quarrels Ruby Red--
--Mouth Quit, No Words,
Come Out To Play,
Destined To Make My Fame--
eerie eyes etched'n
cloned callous crest
felon face featured
fostering porous punctures
dark dribbles drooled
hoisting haggard pukes
voluptuous vision danced
taunting tempestuous trance
bewitched aura bagged
irking instinct itched
hoisting sassy skills
coursing mouth clipped
bounty battle birthed
saline liquid slipped.
'20:04:22:18:35
Note: Of pluming picture.
A schoolfriend kick-around
Mr Whippy lurking at the gate
Benched smoking friends with blue bagged camouflaged alcohol
A new family stroll to encourage baby's sleep
New cyclists concentrating
Old cyclists using no hands
A spread out picnic
Frowns from the coated council worker
A dying water feature
Bushes for lurking and hiding
The not as good side
Dog walkers reflecting and thinking.
Cracked and broken
Salty and sweet
Nuts indeed a savory meat
Brown and crunchy
Long and thin
Bagged or kept within a tin
Almonds pecans walnuts too
Crunchy chewy every bite
Nuts morning noon or night
On cakes and cookies
In breads and scones
Miraculous treats in every home
Hazelnuts Brazil nuts acorns too
Stored within a squirrels pride
Winters’ storms to weather the tide
Such wanders in a shell
I can see it in your.eyes
As they rest in silver spoons
I can see it in your smile
As the lamp where your face skin lies tautly stretched filters through the lips
Are you somewhere feeling lonely
Nope cause the chainsaw drips with pieces I made of you and there bagged and leaning against the wall
Or is someone there with you
It’s okay I will be sending more your way
Hello
Not me you should be looking for
empty stomach
eyes bagged from lunch
lingering taste
of the hangover hunch
cotton chew
of minced inner cheek
dead cigarette cloak
stains of the meek
dreams of a bedside fountain
flow through
the dry mouth dream
hopes for buildup to swallow
to flush the liquid unclean
ache of head
drool glued to the bed
a familiar vortex
spins out of control
sudden slip
of equilibrium
force dishonest tears to roll
My single-serving wait,
That flavor missing,
A sugary rush of femine.
Candy hard, and undesolved,
I salivate, on a smoky.
Bake, for a sleepy fullness.
Craving awake, to
Late-night in snak,
Wishing, a telling tea at sunrise.
With my fruity-logic,
Time's bagged lunch,
This returns starvation.
Left-overs interrupted,
A cynical side dish,
Questioning my expiration.
In past pallets,
To reality diet plan,
This hunger unending.
Form:
My single-serving wait,
That flavor missing,
A sugary rush of femine.
Candy hard, and undesolved,
I salivate, on a smoky.
Bake, for a sleepy fullness.
Craving awake, to
Late-night in snak,
Wishing, a telling tea at sunrise.
With my fruity-logic,
Time's bagged lunch,
This returns starvation.
Left-overs interrupted,
A cynical side dish,
Questioning my expiration.
In past pallets,
To reality diet plan,
This hunger unending.
I heard the tooth fairy lost her teeth.
Thief stole every last one, and her wand.
She can’t wave away the loss. Senseless,
of course. Sore kids won’t let it go -
their tooth. They’ve moved to Neverland
to escape the crooked, but Cook has
a secret treasure with a wand for a key.
Now Peter found the old Captain’s stash,
bagged it, filled it with crocks and clocks.
Peter Pan capped the tooth fairy’s smile.
The Captain will be screaming for a while.
Her light shines dim,
the angels sing a hymn for the fallen one.
They morn and weep,
they hurt oh so deep.
She took the pills hoping to end her life.
Her wish came true,
everyone knew,
but couldnt save her.
In all honesty no one tried.
Her parents ignored her,
her piers hated her.
She was alone for no one understood.
The blood from the cuts,
seeped into the white carpet.
As they bagged her body,
they finally knew why,
No body Loved her
The clamorous, glamorous, amorous...
sing succinctly about their worth,
to the ragged bagged haggard masses,
who push forth their carts...of forgotten arts, through the marts.
Complaining of the waning interest in their air
to the mayor who sits upon his throne,
calling home to fill its moat, with his boat,
paid for, by the maid for,
failing to clean the railing leading to bedroom,
the bride and groom tried to room
to sanctify the event to which they went.
Form:
The cowboys always won
The Indians always lost
I yearned to see a cowboy
with an arrow through his chest
But then I read a story 'bout
a cowboy who'd been scalped
Promised to myself, I said
Now I'd see a red man dead
Put on two toy store holsters
Courage blazing from their guns
Bagged me the bony remnants
Of a graveyard skeleton
Blood-curdling Scene ~
Happy Halloween!