Short Knapsack Poems
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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
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
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
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.
Form:
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
Pretty brick-a-brack on the old shack
across the porch all the way to the back
delighting Zack who has a design knack
next to the door was a fire place plaque
I looks like rickrack said my cousin Mack
There was no slack, or any décor lack
The fine snack served seemed a bit out of whack
I kept one of these chocolate cakes in my knapsack
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.
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?
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Duo-rhyme? Not quite got the iambic tetrameter down, but I tried.
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.
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.
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.