Short Knapsack Poems

Life’s ephemeral…
Birth
Death
Minute pieces of the puzzle
Lain carefully in each corner…
The rest,
Memories 
In an etheric knapsack.


Date of Oritinal: 10-2008...

Read More

Ripped knapsack
decays with time,
ever stained
from war’s horror.
My young son
flipping  in—out
through piles of bones and .echoes.


Written for Whitney 2 Contest     Sept 9 2017
Sponsored by  nette onclaud...

Read More

My heart is filled with hoboism glee
I want to be a vagabond you see
If you want adventure then follow me
Let’s start by climbing this fifty-two foot tree
Pack a knapsack and enough food for three
I am bringing my cat Mrs. Tweedle Dee Dee...

Read More

an explorer--trudging through the here and now
picking up what works and stowing it in my knapsack
tossing away the discrepancies of what doesn't

a coward--wondering about what might have been
backpack empty except for dreams
that never see the light of day...

Read More

The road of  marriage has hill and valleys.
mountains and oceans to see and explore.

Be sure to carry in your knapsack
the water of love
enough understanding to feed you both,
the glasses of faithfulness,
the medicine of God's word, and a new pair of shoe,
laced with sincerity
and constructed with trust....

Read More

A poet
   Explorer
      Hibernator      
         Promoter
A Worlds’ beautifier

A poet’s
   Knapsack heaps
     Spring time smiles and weeps
         Summers hopes and dreams
Winters warms and bleak

A poet’s
    Mortal life dies 
      Like everyone else’s
        But his divine soul 
Wings for everlasting goal...

Read More

I walk in a path of stones, my feet are bloodied from the path.
 My clothes are dirty and torn, my throat is very dry, from the day's sun.
I stop and take my knapsack, and place it on the ground. I lay my head upon it, and look to the sky, I say a prayer, It's Our Father, my eyes start to fade into sleepiness,
I awaken at the Lord's table, Home At Last, Home At Last..
My journey on earth, a forgotten past....

Read More

She's thrice now had a scarlet groom
Adorned in silk this dusty room
	She sobbed away sorrows in black
	When she discovered the knapsack
	In gold and pearls, did sorely lack
	And her head and palm greeted, smack!
	Like his body met the floor, thwack!
	The house empty, less her they track
Hardened heart, hollowed like a tomb
Was it lover's spat or planned doom?


------------
Duo-rhyme? Not quite got the iambic tetrameter down, but I tried....

Read More

I'm leaving town and I wont look back I need a break from here and that's a 
fact, this dusty road may take me there or any where I just don't care.I'm breaking 
free from the ball and chain of this cold old town worth a crying shame it's been 
so long since I seen day another lonely night I just wont stay. I pack my things in 
a broken knapsack I'm ready to go simple as that,  I'm so excited let me tell you 
about. Are you going my way because I need a ride....

Read More

O'Rourke has left Ireland with all he owns in a knapsack.
He is going to America with sunshine at his back.
The Irish soil is dotted with potatoes now turned black.
O'Rourke has left Ireland and he is never coming back.

Amongst the rotting potatoes, a seed has begun to sprout.
On the stem shall a four leaf clover grow, surely there's no doubt.
Soon the rot will disappear. Ireland's luck will turn about.
But O'Rourke is gone for good. Raise a mug and give a shout.
...

Read More

little booted buddha
   hopping in a monsoon knapsack.

  a mural pasture filled with green
   slender stalks lean in rows.

  children are playing in between the spaces
  dark skinned and vibrant.

  they wear snorkels around their heads
  and breath aqua marine.

  bent labor can wait since the trees have all grown 
  into archaic reefs.
  
  now the rain descends suicidally transparent
  in the unshethed wind.

  only the crickets have paused and grown silent....

Read More