Short Paper Bag Poems

Unused parking lot
inspires another one
as urban sprawl

becomes the new normal
paper bag dances in wind...

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I’m not shy about my sins; 
most I know,
and some you’ve caught.
Yet,I have a love that sings
straight through my eyes, 
and for that, poets won't write my faults....

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I have a little china clown, he sits upon a shelf.
I got it from my sister, she bought it for herself.
But she never really loved it. That was plain to see.
So she stuffed it in a paper bag and dumped the thing on me.
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Sip of my life from the brown paper bag. 
  
Brown like down town, or clear 
  
like tap water, it doesn't 
  
f*ckIng matter, I'll drink it. 
  
I'll drink the swill from leftover 
  
cans at community college parties....

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I wrote my dreams on the back of a paper bag.
Stuffed them down inside an empty bottle of Chianti 
and threw it into the ocean.
The tide rolled it right back to me,
with words as wet as my eyes.
-James K 2013, All rights reserved....

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Lock the doors,
pull the shades,
close the blinds and
draw the curtains.
Hide the kids
in the tub,
turn out the lights,
do not breathe
and be
very, very quiet.
Up the street
comes a neighbor
holding a
brown paper bag.

Zucchini...By Charlie Knowlton....

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I can’t remember the date of my death
For the life of me.
I scribbled it down on a fragment of brown
Paper bag. Now where can it be?

For I’d hate to miss out on that vital event;
I have to be there,
With everyone dressed in their ebony best—
Else they’ll think I had nothing to wear!...

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Cat
That swallowed
The canary
Your
Restless movement
Makes me
Smile
Darting eyes
And swishing tail
With your need for speed
And
Your love for adventure
I
Can
See that twinkle
Devilish smile
Hidden in a paper bag
You crinkle
Cat that swallowed the canary
Curiosity killed the cat
But Alberto’s
Brought him back...

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Dark day,
early spring
John O'Sullivan's
memorial bench

He sits,
watching river
run by,
jacket open

Bottle uncapped,
paper bag
from hand
to mouth

He drinks,
watching river
run by,
water's high

Glassy eyes,
cigarette smoke
clinging near
John's bench

He cries,
watching river
bottle empty,
heart broken...

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The cashier guy was eyeing her
In ways enthusiastic.
She thought that he was cute as well;
His smile was just fantastic.

She took her ponytail apart,
Removing the elastic;
And struck a sexy pose, a move
A bit extreme and drastic.

Alas, it didn’t work because
He uttered, quite sarcastic.
“Calm down there, miss – and would you like
A paper bag or plastic?”...

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Just a  Haiku’s

You made me dumb drunk
I gave a  for your mind
It was just a 

Dim of mind you are
Thinking that a  is love
It was just a 

Paper bag o'er head
Is how I wished you to be
It was just a 

When I did  you
It was her face I did see
It was just a 

Regret meeting you
Nearly lost the one I want
You were just a 

By Cathrin Stuart
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She asked me what I’d like to do?

My reply
Sit on a bench and watch the wind

Watch the wind? She laughed

Yea I replied,Watch The wind blow over water, and making ripples.
Watching the wind blow into a brown paper bag, watching how it feels the bag makes it big makes it smaller the wind can do anything

Then it all gets interrupted when I heard someone cry...

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The wind herds
the brown-paper bag leaves
pell-mell along the river of asphalt.
Gusts whip bare branches into a frenzy.
Mini cyclones scatter street rubble.
Flags whack poles with great abandon
and cloth lines bang rudderless into the clapboard.
Men with tear filled eyes rush toward shelter.
The sun still, and silent, lassoed by the herder 
shines lemon ice upon the day. ...

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his hands and mind fluttered


he hit home runs in practice
in his solitude
under the sheets of loneliness
over the view of rose petals
the roar of the crowd wasn't in his dreams
or real love
the sound of pigeons trapped in a paper bag
fluttering, fluttering
frenetic ... was 
he once tried his hand ...
... at sweet blossoms and lily pads
his hands and mind fluttered

connie pachecho

2/10/17...

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Sad, sad little paper bag
No one brought you to school
Nobody listened to the crinkle
Of a sandwich being lifted out of you 
Folded up and left in the junk drawer 
All hope was lost, deflated and defeated 
Until, one day, some little hands
Drew your eyes with black marker
On your bottom, and made you anew 
Little green scales, some red and yellow
Hooray, the day has come! All hail!
The dragon that guards the tea party!...

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behind the plastic barrier,
    behind the black mask,
          behind the goggles,
        behind the paper bag,
      behind closed eyes,
    behind snorkel,
  behind chaste lips,
muffled but cheery,
 “hello!”

two eyes peer out
from cut out holes,
like the unknown comic -
a peerless booking.

perhaps, chaps,
the pandemic lasts
and lasts,
with a song and a dance -
a gong-tastic self-checkout.





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Paper bag seagulls
scrawl across the
dying day
Slivers of disappointed rain
hang within the air
Darkness slowly suffocates
as chill wraps his arms around
my broken shoulders
Crested puddles
seek refuge in my shoes
Clothes plastered to my limbs trying
to keep warm
As the new born night
steals the light of passing cars and lamps
breathing in the antidote
of mixed rain and sprayed wind
that cures the poisoned day....

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she lay upon the cloud tops 
ignorant of her rags 
on her back loose feathers 
stuffed into a sack 
because she shined with silver 
he thought she could fly 
but those who are born soaring 
never needed to try
suits, boots, life impaired 
self-contained in a paper bag 
he begs for her to love him
burning with a desire 
ferocious as a tiger 
caged in glass 
imprisoned within his fear 
the heart won't let her near...

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NP- NOISE OF PAIN


curse and scream from your lungs
slap me with words like I am a rag
throw the venom while kids hear the pangs
kicking my heart  sucked  in torn paper bag

this is the noise of  agony stabbed
I’m no longer a victim under your spell
that sweet voice I had once loved
drives me to  walk out from your sharp shell


(c)


Susan Burch's Contest: Offensive Odors/ Noise Polllution...

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The Curse of Seclusion
The emaciated dog so lonely it sought company 
by looking into a puddle. Afar glittering street light 
 It had been there seeking food and shelter, but had
been chased away even, by those who had lapdogs. 
 It heard step, an old man walking slowly bent down 
opened a paper bag and fed the cure bread crumbs. 
The dog thought “apparently he thinks I´m a duck,
that´s ok, I´m so hungry and lonely it will have to do.”...

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Winding, shadowy etches
come whispering at my window
Night whispers, the whimper
of the wind
Blow blue - wailing as you go
Crawl inside an empty paper bag
and play me tunes of the moors
Give me lonesome tonight
Hollow dirges tonight
Reality is the whisper of grass
on a back fence, and the crying
of an empty swing
Some shred caught in a car door
struggles to twist free
with a slap and tug and creak
Whisper me lies and benedictions
I cannot bear the truth...

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In my jacket pocket
I once found a banknote
Completely forgotten

In my trouser pocket
I once found a banknote
Washed to extinction

I said I didn’t need it
The banknote discretely placed
In my packpocket

Walking down main street
I once found a banknote
Blowing softly in the wind

I remember my first payday
Banknotes and coins in a paper bag
Placed into my jacket pocket

Today I found a face mask
Same colour as a serious banknote
In my jacket pocket...

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McDonalds was to me childhood fun
 Hamburger with ketchup and pickles
On a toasted bun

Small fries and a strawberry milkshake
 Was the best meal
A kid ever ate

It was a treat to go out and eat
 For stingy dad the price was cheap

Today I order online
 Get my favorites in no time

The big paper bag has three seals
 Not one fry could the driver steal

With each bite I smile
 It's like seeing an old friend
Takes me back to innocence
 As a young boy again...

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A patient came out of the patient's room
Into the doctor's office lobby zoom
A brown paper bag
Held in his hand sag
Declared, "I'll share my lunch" with loud boom  

My husband with humorous thought said
They go good with salad and no bread
The patient then spoke
Croutons atop bloke
Laughter and  twinkle between unsaid 

At least he had a sense of humor..
When they weighted me I came
back out and told my husband
I just found out that I am way too
short.....

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The Paper Bag Princess written and illustrated by men,
A fantastic lesson that quickly empowers women.
If you have not read it, it packs a life-changing punch.
Illustrated by Martchenko, written by Robert Munsch.
This sparse, children’s book was given to me by my college prof.
“It reminds me of you,” she said, “And is interesting stuff.”
The unique illustrations are wonderful, the dragon is really scary.
It makes you think maybe you don’t have to be in such a hurry to marry....

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