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My Suitcase - repost

Every morning, when I walk under my cherry trees,
There is soothing breeze which awakens my senses,
The flash back of life events roll before my eyes,
I am sent in soul searching and search for the meaning of life,

Long ago, I came to USA with a suitcase full of clothes,
A few dollars which government allowed, lasted only

Empty suitcase

Empty suitcase in the hall
Beckoning her to freedom
But where will she choose to go
Now the doors are wide open 

Lucky as the black cat is
It envelopes her with fear
To liberate these shackles
Leaves her bereft and broken 

The black cat sauntered swiftly
To the paradise beyond
Left behind a grieving wife
Emancipation unknown

My Suitcase

It took a week for me to pack, 
For, wracked with indecision,
I wanted to be sure each day
I’d have the right provision.

The pants, the skirts, Capris and tops,
The sandals, dresses, make-up,
The jewelry and lotions,
All prepared for every wake-up.

I’d zipped it up, ensuring that
I’d covered all the bases
And checked it in where it was stacked
With all

The Old Suitcase

There it was, just tossed aside.
The old suitcase
No more wanted or needed. 
But left. 
In the dust and dirt 
On the attic floor.
Remaining unopened for 
Many years.
It held the memories,
of years gone by.
Lost loves,
Trips long taken,
Some good,
Some bad.
Trips taken,
Business or pleasure.
Car or train,
Bus or plane. 
The old suitcase,
Waiting to be packed 
And repacked.
Just waiting.
One mile

My Suitcase

Every morning, when I walk under my cherry trees,
There is soothing breeze which awakens my senses,
The flash back of life events roll before my eyes,
I am sent in soul searching and search for the meaning of life,

Long ago, I came to USA with a suitcase full of clothes,
A few dollars which government allowed, lasted only

Suitcase Packed Daddy

Where is Daddy going with that big
suitcase Mummy

Is he going to the shops

To buy you the biggest bunch of
flowers and box of chocs 

And hopefully when he is there get
me a lucky packet and a Barbie 

Because I heard you both having
a monumental blazing row


Never you mind my pretty little head
my Angel

My most precious above

An Empty Suitcase

My heart is an empty suitcase
That I store in the attic
It waits for me to fill it with all the things I need to leave. 
One time I took it down overhead 
stepping on the stepladder 
down to the hall to my closet,
And filled it with carefully folded shirts and pants and good looking things
Thinking

Life In a Tent - Out of a Suitcase

I have tasted new lands as I’ve traveled this Earth,
would leave prejudice (often) with dust shoes pick up.
No, not loam like the Dust Bowl knew (God knows our shame),
the clear-cutting of forests, Paul Bunyan (with Blue
Ox named ‘Babe)’ (1) tried to trade! ‘Whites’ own much of the blame,
though for rape of the planet, dark thoughts

The Night Is a Suitcase

you will never know where you forget it
or lose it,
the night is an overstuffed  suitcase
that you never know when it will open wild,

i saw you walking, even more,
i touched you a little with my elbow
everywhere
on the platform it opened like the mouth of a boa constrictor,
i see me running with a red ribbon in

A Haunted Suitcase

A suitcase lies here 
haunted by incomplete trips, 
I ache for a plane.

The Suitcase

I nearly did not answer the door, for I did not recognize the man.
But my peek hole is pretty good. As he turned to leave I spotted Peggy’s suitcase.
I ran out there screaming for him to stop.

He had no idea what he was holding. Apologized for bothering me.
Asked if Peggy Whitmire lived here.
She used to,

Suitcase

suitcase in hand
essentials packed
dreams and ambitions



AP: Honorable Mention 2021

Posted on February 27, 2021

Beach Ball In a Suitcase

So my son is knocking up
The alphabet at the worktable

He's onto the letter 'j'
(Should it have a hat or not?)

"Downward stroke, with a curl,
Then stab his face."

He's onto the letter 't'
(The Romans pronounced it 'tay')

"Downward stroke, then slap
Him across the mug."

The ancients kept reversing and
Rotating them

I do the same with my son
And as he's tucked

Life In a Suitcase

LIFE IN A SUITCASE

Crawling in the loft today, I found the suitcase.
Through a cobweb curtain, beneath a patina of dust
It lay.
Just where it’s lain for twenty years, full of memories of early days.
The suitcase.
The rusting lock resisted but eventually succumbed.
I tentatively raised the led..

And there, on top, the baby book, pages edged in blue, 
Lovingly

Suitcase Senryu

til death do us part
                    still breathing with a suitcase
                    another lie

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