Best Bedspread Poems

The mirror showed
a Chinese lady pedalling a bike
in a pink kimono

The mirror showed
trees bowing
to a tropical (pina colada) lake

The mirror showed
a pink bedspread
losing her magnolias

The...

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Through the water they glide, 
an immense mosaic of millions of silvery fish 
on their migratory run, 
obeying a call immemorial, 
a mystery of aquatic...

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My bed is a vintage and very old 
I adore the swirled black metal
nice to behold
so delicate each created petal
I inherited it from grandma long...

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Remember our High School classes?
Watched you fidget with your glasses.
Slender fingers twirled chestnut hair,
enough to make me stop and stare.

I caught that twinkle in your...

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Life without her
would never be the same
She was the loudest, proudest
most endearingly brash
sugar-sweet and pickle-sour
five-foot-two, force to be reckoned with
that anyone in Yell county had...

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LETTER TO A SOLDIER
A Trilogy


I.  SONGS OF LOVE

Love walked with me
In the crisp fall air
In a shower of gold and red.
Love showed me the...

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Another shift ends. I'm dead on my feet.
Too shagged to even eat.
The word leads (inevitably) to you...
I slipped the timesheets from work today.
Another incident occurred...
Sweetie,...

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In my treasures like all of us hold,
I have a bedspread, a fad of old.
My mother cut millions of circles of scraps,
From our little outgrown...

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we suffer the symbols
and darts of self offence
and tout them around
to prove the right or wrong
of some weak or strong
circumstance position...
signs and symbols
just intellectual thimbles
for...

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The first king size bed was fashioned nearly two thousand years ago,
Not by Thomasville, Broyhill or Bassett, manufacturers we all know.

There was no pillow-top mattress...

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We were chasing each other through the woods,
behind the old neighborhood
where your parents still live.
I was heaving with bent-over laughter,
trying to catch up to your...

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QUIETLY BEGGING

Quietly begging the sandman - not prayers,
Just the usual inventive techniques
There have been nightmares

Nightmares? Nothing really frightening,
Not yet, just crazy, like
A boatman pointing an...

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Never
would it fail
that that child
would have a knack
of waiting
until he hit the sack
before heaving up
a whole day's worth
of snacks,…..splat !!
So much for sheets and new...

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Why do you tremble like a falling snowflake
When my lips caress your waving chest?
My heart, your gentle lips can also take,
But now I will distress...

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He laid nest by his pillow near head...and woke 'neath a mantis bedspread!


Sandra M. Haight

~6th Place~
Contest: Funny One-Liner
Sponsor: Silent One
Judged: 10/11/2016
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