Short Duffel Poems

Have you seen Ms.Cynthia Morris' moose 
Who has eaten Ms. Kim Patricia’s goose? 
She laid a golden egg 
In my red duffel bag 
While I was running for the loo bowels loose 





(Nonsense/Limerick)...

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Anna fell in love with a Pterodactyl
                                 They pecked and petted in a reflex tactile
                                                 She laid a big egg
                                                  In my duffel bag
                                   And I found my grandson in a projectile...

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Memories Mirrored
                  by Odin Roark

A Boy Scout essential
The polished metal card mirror
The unbreakable monitor
Made to master Morse code
Used to measure wanna-be whiskers
And such

So it went
From puberty to manhood
Hall locker
To gym locker
Toiletry bag
To duffel bag
Afghan's mountain-dead
To triage hospital bed

Wrapped eyes needed little
Of the metal card mirror now
As blindness tearfully engaged
The enslavement of memory...

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Moving Won’t Matter
Written: by Tom Wright
3/3/2018

A wise man once told me “moving won’t matter”,
Your troubles will forever hitch a ride with you.
Trouble’s, are like seed, that winds will scatter,
And the passing of time sees them quickly accrue.

In mind’s duffel, troubles repose in disguise,
Leaving them behind only becomes an illusion.
That they resurface should be no surprise,
And your resident state will be named confusion.
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He had a duffel coat once,
so did she. They must have looked
well-matched
walking in Regents Park
that Autumn.

In time
the coat shop on Oxford Street
died of old age.
Duffel went out of style.

They wore them still.
One day
her duffel was neatly folded,
into a labeled, cardboard box.

His coat developed Alzheimer’s
in a tumble-down closet.

When they unhooked from each other,
he packed only empty pockets,
and a small bundled
of toggles and loops.


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