Bentwood Poems - Poems about Bentwood

...Time creeps up on us ever so slowly Snatching up our youth and vigor, Sometimes making us feel so lowly Hence our Bentwood and our liquor. Time went faster looking back on Recalling ......

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...The House is full of stuff my husband saves; A pair of bentwood rockers, goose-neck armed. His grandparents sat in these, discordant creaks Punctuating arguments. No one sits there now. There ......

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...There, There! Good Children! I say to the furniture gracing my space, semi-circling the weary gray eye of the television, as if it were the center of the world. It's tired, but YOU are to rest up......

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...I have a Bentwood Rocker It's the most cherished thing I own It is made from the willow branches of an ancient tree at my grandparent's home. It embraces me on my back porch both in the mornin......

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...Barbie pink with buxom breast Spread across a bony chest Thus recline on bentwood chair As she unfurls her blended hair A passer by A darker night A fleeting thought A fairer sight Ma......

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