Best Bric A Brac Poems

If you found a fragment of an ancient Greek vase in sand on the edge of the surf, you can find as well all the...

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Once within these very walls farmers woke at dawn.
The field was full of vegetable, the cows were in the barn.
Life was full of chicken clucks,...

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Back then,
backyards were big enough
to nurture a growing soul
and provide a space
for the earth to play out
its seasons in full rehearsal.
There were wide tracks 
of...

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The art was most masterful on the dark canvas

Within the thick of night his hand was full of sweep  
beneath the Muskan moon the...

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There are days
when I don't look
for much, just an old chair
on the back porch,
a few thoughts
to pick over, perhaps
a memory to recall and,
to entertain the...

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"Who Put Luebella down the Wych Elm?"

There are rumours
about me, some 
come seeking me
with their geiger counters
and ouji boards
with their heart 
shaped planchettes

unanswered questions
in the...

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Let it be recorded
my wish to live
where I can sleep 
in good weather or bad
on a beach festooned
in the bric-a-brac
of the ages.

Perhaps a vanishing glow
far...

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Wisps and scurries
flights and flurries
eloquent beasts of beauty and brawn
fields of wheat, girls of whey
suns of glory, told never the same way stories
grassroots often shoots...

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I dated a designer named miss Quiche
And walked her chow at the end of its leash
But she got irate
On our second date
When my tchotchke got...

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The elusive, furry platypus,
Is a surviving monotreme,
Living above and below the water, 
Of any Aussie stream,

Where it lives a pure autonomous life, 
With a bric...

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The putrid, malodorous and fowl nauseating smell 
   can still be conjured nearly fifty years later wracked
I never forget ineradicable tangy, sulfurous 
...

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When something of substance is written,
It impedes the senses.
When bric-a-brac is offered,
People flock to it.

At the end of life
Those of common taste
And full of depravity
Will...

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1. A dangerous vision coveting another,
blurred by envy to need a mental monocle.
she burns in such deadly blast
not to realize the soul already promulgate itself
to...

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KISS OF CHEMO           

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Upon bitterly cold dawning hours of one January 2000 day
the Harns family desperately sought a place to live – “hay
there” Nelson Swartley (an independent realtor)...

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