Best Bedclothes Poems

Friends?
Are we still friends?
Can we JUST be friends?!?
Oh such a horrid, charity-stained question!

What a keen and salient dagger it wields!
The pity that you wear like black lace finery,
Is as deadly and whetted a sword as any raised in battle ... 
The patronizing look in your...

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The flames licked my arms
But I did not stir

The spring breeze sent the curtains flying
And the golden rays burst in and set everything afire
The light punched its way into the room
It knocked into the shelves that wept in silence
Book spines instantly faded
Then pages were ablaze,...

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The opal anchor clings, clutching, falling,
fetching the lapis lazuli. Mermaids flee,

frightened by the heavy ornament. Fate,
like chain links of Jacob Marley; shaking

of the seabed at the pounding of sin.
Gavel striking like a velociraptor storm.

Sand churns as if Scrooge is turning
in his bedclothes, his premonitory bed.

Sapphire...

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"Their World"

Of course, there was no re-assurance from them that they would respond to the message I had sent. Morning had arrived. 

The day had commenced as any other, unravelling out of bed, in itself a latent form of response to the foggy conversations that...

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Sue’s bedclothes are soaking wet
She lies in a pool of hot sweat
Now what could be the cause …
Is it the menopause?
Her body won’t let her forget!

Sue's face gets bright red and flushed
She pretends it’s because she’s rushed
Her body is changing
She knows she is ageing -
But...

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 La Fête foraine de Scarborough (La Version complète)
 
      For the medieval English poet and Simon and Garfunkel 
-	In admiration -

Allez-vous à Scarborough fête foraine ?
(Sur la côte d'une colline dans le vert intense d'une forêt) 
Persil, sauge, romarin...

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nature, storm, boat, clothes, house, water

AWASH AND AWAY! ©  KIMO

Listen, Katrina will come inland
Katrina has come to play
Playgrounds underwater
Sleepy times put asunder
Bedclothes hung out in tree tops, upended
Held fast in forked boughs
Homesteads beached, broken
Swirl and swell in amongst debris
They become crippled and tainted
A brew...

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Memories of long gone school summer holidays
Far away from the gates of hell
bulling and Malay.

Six long weeks of freedom that seemed a year
staying in bed not having to get up at eight
descent food and not pig squill on your plate
Children's morning TV 
cartoons and Robinson...

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~~oooOOO  The Man In The Mist  OOOooo~~

Going to my cousins house, a long drive in the car
Over the moors with dry stone walls, it was very far
The house in the middle of a field alone and swathed in a mist
The owls hooting, bats...

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I retired gracefully, happily, knowing I could never be fully completely replaced even to this day.
I was slick, photographic, revered by so many, loved by a few, heavy, a bit conceited but in a good way.
Diligent children hid me in boots, closets, drawers, or moldy...

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The smell of pine fills the air
Tis a sign that Christmas is near
No other smell can compair
Except one fragrance strong in here.

With bedclothes on we gather around
One by one is handed out
By mother's lovely eyes so brown
A threaded needle comes about.

First we are told we...

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Sunrise is nearing but everything has remained
still, not even the birds have burst into song.
The sky is a mixture of colours but most are 
slowly fading into the well-known blue.
A slight breeze has been born, it makes the
trees and bushes flutter their leaves like wings.
Still...

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I remember seeing a concrete pillar that dwarfed me,
I remember my eyes hurt because the sun was so bright,
I remember feeling the heat from the pavement reach my face,
I remember scribbling loads of woollen balls on my copybook in the classroom,
I remember my mother say...

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I left the pub one night in a bit of a tizzy
and saw some kind of being like a tin lizzie.
This turned out to be a polite alligator
now on probation for having eaten a waiter.
The police left it tied to a street lamp, it seemed.
It...

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[Guitar instrumental intro]

I feel just like tinder
whenever you are around
you get to your sparking
and embers form around

I can't help but start glowing
you set me all on fire
you know it too those embers are for you
you set my world on fire

[Chorus]
Combustible!
but only for you
How did you...

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