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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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