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Labyrinthine Bag

My wife, bless her heart, went and bought me a bag
with tons of compartments, and pouches, and pockets.
But searching for stuff is a chore and a drag
it takes me forever to locate my dockets.
I don’t mean to whine, and I do hate to rag:
my suffering eyes want to vacate their sockets.

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Little Egos

Little kids need little egos
To be fed and given love.

Icky grown-ups with big egos
Need a smite from high above.

When a kid says “see my drawing!”
Though it sucks, I’ll aah and ooh;

But with grown-ups, there’s no hawing—
I’ll just say “your work is poo.”

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Wael Almahdi is a poet based in Bahrain. His work has been published or is forthcoming in ArabLit Quarterly, Snakeskin, The Knight Letter, Blue Minaret, and the Journal for Higher Criticism. 


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18 Responses

  1. Roy Eugene Peterson

    Two very cute poems. If a man bag has as many compartments as a woman’s bag, heaven help him.

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  2. Rohini

    Both delightful!
    I have a labyrinthine bag
    Searching through it is a drag
    But indeed I must confess
    Although it is a total mess
    I love it with all my heart
    And with it, I would never part.

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  3. Margaret Coats

    Third attempt to leave a favorable comment in your bag, Wael! How many compartments does this labyrinth have?

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    • The Society

      My apologies, Wael and Margaret, we are experiencing some kind of cyber attack that is messing with our comment feature.

      -Evan

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      • Joshua C. Frank

        How awful! Leftist hackers have caused quite a bit of damage elsewhere. The Catholic platform from my poem “Poetic Influence” hasn’t worked in over a year, and I suspect a cyber attack.

  4. Susan Jarvis Bryant

    Wael, I have thoroughly enjoyed these two sunshine poems that have me nodding with recognition at your highly amusing poetic observations… they’re a warm ray of joy on a rainy Texas morning!

    Reply

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