Best Bags Poems

Poor summer sunshine
Greenhouse a wealth of flowers
I fill many bags




17.07.2015 A-L Andresen :)
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When I was born
I came equipped
With two million seeds

Not warm enough
Nor moist enough
Or too many weeds

The sun not out
The soil not rich
Or nothing that one needs

I base my stance
On abortion rights
On the reality of seeds...

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Frayed border prints paste illusion, 
worn-out inks swirling bleeds,
The hauls, stareways, persuasion,
privileged balconies.

Antiquities of read reviews,
claims of a rustic quill,
to scribbled marks a light verse muse,
and forever bestill.

I hear the silence of the slams,
satirical critics,
synthetic irony exams,
stardoms paralytics.

It dominates its point to rise,
where life did...

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throwing around
all of wisdom's
words about
stones

sticks and stones
glass houses 
and who was
the first to

cast one
all these
so wise
to live by

but one absurd
exception not
by meaning
but suggestion

for why
would
i ever
want

to
kill
two
birds...

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Pack your bags 
It’s time to go
Worn out welcome
As if you didn’t know

Pack your bags
It’s time to flee
Away from this chaos
Far from me

Pack your bags
It’s time to depart
Find another pawn
Build a fresh new start

Pack your bags
It’s time to leave
Don’t forget anything
It’s time for me to...

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I live alone; I pick pecans.
When leaves are dry
or wet upon the ground,
I thrash the trees.
I break from branches
undropped, green-husked nuts
and pull the fleshy hulls
from harder shells.
I put them in my musty burlap bag.
My bent back aches.
I pick the nuts that fall to earth --
blown...

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Magic Beans come in all sorts of colours and favors,
Some are sour,
 some are sweet,
 some are the ones you do not eat,
In my bag of magic beans,

Drip your hand in,
see what color you discover,

The colour red,
Will embed thoughts like thread to a sewing machine,...

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dried tea bags --
her smile warm and
inviting...

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When I was born
I came equipped 
With two million seeds

Not warm enough 
Nor moist enough 
Or too many weeds

The sun not out
The soil not rich
Or nothing that one needs

I base my stance 
On abortion rights 
On the reality of seeds


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Music leaps from open windows,
gliding down steamy summer rays.
The notes have loud mouths, shouting 
out bold, rude barbs of reality.
Hip-hop, rap, heavy metal, all crash...
clanging onto the pavement below, then
flip-flop like a wounded bird.
Dancers trip the light fantastic,
cyclonic feet never stumbling,
shuffling along chalk-marred sidewalks.
Words jumbled...

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His life does not progress; it drags. 
The few possessions he has are in plastic bags. 
He has little or nothing to eat, but his heart still beats. 
He has no place to call his home. He lives on the streets. 
Nobody he knows is...

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Shopping bags


In a concrete building, there lives a man.
He has not moved in many days.
There comes a knocking upon his door,
And he returns to his reality once again.
He has been floating in a land of clouds,
Speaking with his creator,
But now a knock, knock, knocking upon...

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SHOES, BAGS AND TAGS

I’ve got a thing for handbags, all shapes and sizes
It’s a bother changing, but the occasion always arises
Whether pink, black, white, or brown,
Alongside others, I never wear a frown,
Bags for every season, which allows me different disguises!

Then of course there’s shoes, but...

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Things happen. Life unravels
The earth spins, perpetuating processes
And as we recount our travels
Our hearers marvel
Stories of prophets' heads on silver platters 
Representations of old things
And we should be somehow flattered
By images of our saggy bottoms and flaked skin
All the expected supreme annoyances
In bags of leftover...

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her legs unending 
she was wearing a mini 
her crimson red lips
his heart pounding rapidly 
her eye bags slowed his heart rate




*Missy Nikko's "weird"
body part of choice eye bags,
combined with Carolyn's body 
part of choice the heart :) *


20/04/2011...

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