Short Plastic Bag Poems
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Saved the World today
In the supermarket
All I had to do
Was bring my own plastic bag
No special powers required
On this occasion
A long-winded breeze
carry a blue plastic bag
toward the sky.
I look
at strength
in sun's heat.
Of the warmest season
of the year.
Form:
something grabs my leg
plastic bag churned by the tide
ocean clings for life
little mazes of prison,
a plastic bag dragged by wind,
the holes in that bag are my equal.
perished in circumstances,
pulled into oblivion rescued
by it's Henchmen layered in chains.
like a balloon
a wind blown
plastic bag
maddeningly
nomadically
crosses
Saharan
sands
polymer
makes for
eternal
travel
nothing
to stand
to stop
while
pyramids
slowly
erode
Form:
A drug dealer, some wasted cash, a plastic bag,
a lighter, a glass tube, some foil, a syringe,
a glass pipe, toxic crystals, dilated eyes,
endorphins, paranoia, addiction,
a pandemic, Crystal Death; harsh poison!
I took seven xanax
and just before retiring to bed
I secured a plastic bag around my head.
As you read this now, I'm most likely dead.
I most likely died very peacefully.
The best way to die is to die in your sleep.
A plastic bag appeared in my dream,
Polluting my thoughts of love
A sign or trickery it may seem
Sent from way above
I look outside and see the garden
My face begins to sag
Oh Lord, I beg your pardon
A rose in a plastic bag
Brown paper package
New to the action
Grocery store plastic bag
Stack can goods and bottles
Customer broken sack
Fallen on floor broken bottle of ketchup
"clean-up in Asile 6"
11/24/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
PLASTIC BAG MEETS TERMINATOR
I give the illusion of strength and security
But I’m only plastic-moulded and mostly empty of all thought,
Full of hot air and entirely transparent:
And I’m afraid that I can’t act,
Said the bag to Arnie
Or said Arnie to the bag.
I was going to write you a poem
but my cat lay in the road.
I scraped up his remains with a shovel
paced them in a plastic bag,
dropped it into a dumpster.
I was going to write you a poem
but in my fridge is a half can of cat food,
with a cellophane lid,
useless and taking up space.
of paper unwrapping
that cloud wisp of wisping cloud
that turns to eagle talon
that acrobat plastic bag
flirting with the breeze
scampering ant trying to avoid the falling droplet
curled leaves that adorn
the face of tree forlorn
cursing clouds
as the splinter's emerge
written on back yard step
Red Kite
We walked in the woods ,
There was a red kite
Mobbed by crows .
Plastic bag
Rattling
On the hawthorne
Dogshit on the
Treads of
A small pair of shoes .
But we walk on
Into the sunlight
Wash ourselves down
And don’t look back.
Another time will
Come
We will make
A different day.
You reside betwix
The center point
Where light no longer emanates
Like Firework Rocket's thrust skyward into the ether
Or Carnival Goldfish trapped inside a plastic bag
Swimming round and round
In search of a place called home
To take shelter from the impending thunderstorms
Clouding the horizon
the tree ensconce in ice will fare bravely today as always nature takes over for centuries
and the mere imagination of men nothing to compare to the force of the unknown
a sphinx guarding the pyramids just a mirage of the past
as a kite flying the sky for a minute is only a plastic bag encroaching its branches
At the end of winter
the bare branches of
my trees
(that is, these ones which the window
can see)
hold up a little balloon
(that is, with a color of
sun for this season).
Most likely a little plastic bag with a color
actual or
(that is, today I am
charmed)
at the end of winter
thy footprints begin.
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!
DOG AND PLASTIC BAG
- THE END
My dog went after a plastic bag one day
Caught it in mid-flight, I’d say
Stopped its ascent to greater glory
But that’s not the end of the story
Bag got caught on the poor dog’s head
After a struggle the dog was dead
Sorry, no more poems about bag or dog
To amuse and hold readers agog
like the feel of wood swooning to seas touch
the scrape of knife on plate
slow mo clouds on breeze unsure
hushing trees
gargled chuckles of seagull pass
acetically addictive
glass alps projectile vomit
from misunderstood sand
sea murmurs of deeps untook
plastic bag schooners
seaweed popping pimples
and tears
i remember the tears
September evening.
late September, the eve
is hot and windless
to warm for walking
as darkness descends
dust on pavements and
fallen leaves bear witness
to nature's tiredness
the local shop saves light
ashen faces
optimistic summer tan
does not last long
a folded plastic bag
four bottles of beer, please
and crisp
Everyone’s an artist,
snug inside their sheets.
Awakened by our sleeping minds,
subconscious finds its feet.
Dancing like a plastic bag
caught in a gust of wind,
expanding like a child’s balloon
unfolding from within.
Fragmented dreams
when you were young
still linger to this day.
Inside the mind
grand paintings hung
forgotten smiles you’ve saved.
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?”
Do you remember
the first time we met?
I do: it was on a warm
sundae afternoon.
There were gales
of mischief and glee
all around, each cradling
a clear plastic bag,
with a treat of tumbleweed
trying to escape the rim:
banana, toffee or
vanilla flavoured
cotton candy; or
were they woolly fibres -
similar to the strands that
intermingle in your felted hair?
How Not to Tip
A waitress at the Twisted Fish
Got a tip she did not wish
A tip like she had never seen
A plastic bag of methamphetamine
She call the cops who soon arrested
These “tippers” who were then drug tested
And found to be a wee bit high
Led off to jail bye and bye
Cops took the bag, the waitress’s miffed
She can’t believe that she got stiffed
the fire hydrant comes handy
first and fore most it saves lives
but to walk a dog in the city
it's a place of choice
better than the lamp post
and a tree we leave alone
as on a leash I am directed
to do my business in a jiffy
and always a piece of paper
as it degrade and never a plastic bag
to reach the next garbage can
she is so crazy but I love her