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an unpacked suitcase is sitting in my room
the quiet side street in front of the house broken
the sky outside my window a highway to the stars
The geese are back
Although I haven't seem them
Have they settled in...unpacked?
The geese are back
Obviously didn't read the Almanac
Did I miss it, never heard a quack?
The geese are back
Although I haven't seen them.
An alligator's plans were laid.
He unpacked his bags in the Everglades.
He would give his life another shot,
but he found it was just too danged hot,
as a sunbeam then, a truth relayed,
"One hundred degrees in the shade".
The time
goes by,
time charges us...
But what does he offer us...!?
A past time,
wasted time,
illusions unpacked
frustrated dreams, and
in our final time,
reminds us:
that we are finite,
that we are mortal,
But not him... !
..One day I might fly away
and never come back
To the place I've been to
and just may never fly back,
Broken wings are all left in me
with these heavy loads unpacked
Too heavy to carry them
and probably just to slack..
Buying was an obsessive hobby of hers
She was an avid collector of stuff
Her house was filled with unopened boxes
She stacked them to the ceiling and used paths
Most of her new things were never unpacked
Left for distant relatives to discard after her demise
O loving, tender spring,
full of growing things,
Why is there winter in your eyes?
Your quick visit has hurried
your slow, fermenting graces ----
Everywhere, far and wide
blinding snow!
blowing endless white!
No more your balmy breeze
to lead me outside!
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The day before Christmas
I found the place
The place where my presents were hidden
I unpacked one
Knew then that I was deep in trouble
So what did I do?
I unpacked them all
Thinking
How angry can my mother become?
For Christmas I got one present more
And to unpack the rest one more time
I was very young
And got a mother’s smile, too
Vows Unpacked
Let not men be a cause
For women's downfall
Nor women be a source
Nudging men to close call.
In happiness or when sick
In infirmity or whole
Together you should stick
Yet, each at own role.
In spirit you're joined
Flesh: mere entourage
Lest you may be spoiled
Learn to supress outrage!
18th Aug' 2013
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NOTE:A footle is a two line lines,2 syllable verse with an integral title-Light Poetic verse form,witty,pertinent,topical etc (technically a trochaic monometer and not necessarily in rhyme).
Footles is a 'hybrid' innovative sequenced variation has
developed over the years (since 2009)alongside the original definition
The fridge is full of magnets
From the travels we have made,
Small tokens to remember
All the cities where we've stayed.
It's nice to add a new one
So as soon as I've unpacked,
I squeeze it next to others
Where it's certain to attract.
I sometimes wonder, though, if time
Will be a foe or friend.
Will my fridge run out of room before
My travel days do end?
STILL HERE,
when I think back on that day,
DAYBREAK IN ALABAMA,
when we unpacked in the fray,
MOTHER TO SON,
thought our future bright,
DREAM VARIATIONS,
positively high as a kite,
MERRY-GO-ROUND,
I fell into a work routine,
DEMOCRACY,
you both hate Alabama scene,
THE WEARY BLUES,
after all the drama,
FREEDOMS PLOW,
I still love sleep and my pajamas.
2-19-17
Ma’s Tree
Bulbs, lights and tinsel
Ring memories
Each bulb a treasure
That went on Ma’s Tree
Unpacked with kid gloves
Like newborn baby’s
Kids dared not touch
Such fragility’s
Ma left the fun part
For all of us kids
Like licking the spoon
Us kids dug right in
Handfuls of tinsel
Were flung on Ma’s tree
Topped with her angel
High up on it’s peak
Bill MacEachern December 17, 2023
Form, a balloon, its boundary our skin,
whilst at our core resides, a bomb of bliss
and when ignition therein does begin,
rapture spikes, felt as Divine Mother’s kiss,
sending us down a bottomless abyss.
Our attention is by bliss beats hijacked,
deluded beliefs held by us are hacked,
that as we transcend bondage of space-time,
wisdom of ages is in is unpacked,
imbibed within, ringing true as a rhyme.
Malt-o-Meal sitting on my desk
Left over from last year
Found in a box I never unpacked
in August and this is April 25th
Cleaning is not my thing;
Even when I do it no one appreciates it
And no one knows
For there are no obvious clues.
So here I sit,
Enjoying my hovel
Finding whatever I need
Knowing it will be here again tomorrow
Discouraging others
From disturbing me
or my mess that
Completes me.
you took the fast path out of Eden
bags never unpacked, everything intact
passport ready but never stamped
there is always next time if you ever get back
you grabbed an apple from the tree
ne'er a bite did you take
juicy is the fruit resting in your palm
thought you could always savor it later
blind until your teeth taste flesh
you need to break the skin
sweet and sticky it drips down your chin
sending you back to Eden once again