Backstairs Poems - Poems about Backstairs

...The haunting whine of a cello A lure, then seizure that won't let go Memories arrested in the chambers of my mind Still shots of reflections fraught with the unkind No rest for the aching th......

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...He put his hand on my butt, at my age Maybe I should have mooned him full of rage 'Twould be nothing like the act, he'd set stage The eclipsed moon awed, let me give applaud Spiritual thing broad......

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...We celebrate the birth of a baby offering love and congratulations. And welcome a new life into the world fueled by a parent's expectations. The birth of an offspring is momentous for ......

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...Slightly late, I ran into school Exuberantly yelled, “I’m here!” Senile secretary Miss Mule Gave me a tiny silent cheer. “A teacher is missing!” She sang out to back of my head. “A teacher’......

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...Youth takes my hand and holds me back, as old age points the way Unwilling yet to leave this Spring, as Winter calls my name The image in the mirror fresh, the one my eyes now see ......

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...High noon in Fort Laramie, the summer sun is oppressive. A whalebone corset digs into my body’s tender parts. Peering from the shop, my hand touching the pane of dearly brought glass, I feel the v......

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...Living a life worthy/ anticipating a break like James worthy/ typing rhymes in my notepad/ I speculated it would be noteworthy/ glorifying Lord God, praise God, praiseworthy/ what is the, recipe, for......

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...The escape commenced. The endless drive from middleclass suburbia ala Levittown; across hill and dale, packed in a 1947 black beauty of a Lincoln Continental; to the land of Peyton Place and Steven ......

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