Best Chaired Poems

Open eyed I stare at the simple setting 
waiting for the day to start,
the bread-baked scent of morning warms.
The grinder whirs and whirs,
beans fly, grounds brew, cream chills,
will you come?

Rose nails tap, finger wish to wrap
arms to bend as heart shaped chair backs
about the trunk...

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I’m about to tell what’s an important story,
Of a singer who is sadly now long gone,
Whose story needs some increased recognition,
He could p’raps be described a special one.
He was born in nineteen forty two,
And sadly died in nineteen eighty one,
His memory and music though will...

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There wild cats howl whole night!
Oh! But owls and dogs ain’t there.
(Let’s pray! a busty ***** appears out of nowhere
And bears big dogs.
And on old walnuts near the new house—
Old owls hoot,
And one beside our window!)
However, we’ll watch with the blue evenings,
Chaired on the porch,
Clasped...

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Once upon a time, my life was on track
Moving onward, achieving all my goals
Revered by my peers, their pats on my back
They praised my advice and said it was gold

Its was nice that they cared enough to call me
They would say "Mitch, I'm glad you...

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My daily drive; today through pouring rain,
Behind road fog snaking towards me from the truck ahead,
Slowly approaching the cloud-shrouded glass and metal,
Framed by downtown's bustling highways.

Graffiti on walls and overpasses define the city climate
Testimony of a divided space and time
Obscenities litter the viaducts and road...

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INSULT   FREE   MUSIC 

It will be  a politer world when we reach the stage
Of  California  never  forgetting  the Little Deuce Coupe, you know, 
And the suntanned  Beach Persons of young age;
Walkin’ ( or perhaps rollin’)...

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Her cards were all signed and sent.
She inhaled the rich, pine candle.
Fixed a birch branch that was bent.
Indeed, it was at a obtuse angle.


She recalled relatives now long gone.
Wishing their presence still lit the room.
Remembered and hummed old songs.
The family would be here, oh so...

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I never met but always appreciated Diane.
Through the media, I knew her first as a politician.
From my perspective, I knew her later as a good lady.
I observed the manner of her poise and her calmness.
It wasn't her politics that I admired, but her person
that I...

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Not a long time from your day
Is a walk around “Duck Pond”
On asphalt, beneath tall green trees,
Sporting growing “pitcher plants”,
Grasses, flowers, butterflies,
Fluffy clouds in high blue skies,
A walk, a jog, a run, just sit –
It’s nice to observe neighborhoods
Of ducks and people passing by
While lazing...

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Automobile prohibitive maintenance costs
pitches me pitifully begging for alms
lamenting dog forsaken
melon collie unpleasant circumstances
pleading with outstretched palms
disgraced to beg, perhaps donate
major organ and/or entire body

to ease vehicular qualms
aha... methinks the missus could pose
as ventriloquist after mortician embalms
these lovely bones, but, hmm...
even then post mortem
agitation most...

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Vampire vixens
Sharing their spoils
Lusting crimsons
Bodies coil
 
Fencing tongues
Caressing of flesh
Internal erectness
State of undress
 
Bodies drenched
Thirst quenched
Red flow run
Sexual scent
 
Midnight writhe
Before the dawn
Vixens of darkness
The dark ones spawn
 
Entrance he makes
Cloaked in death
To taste their blood
On his vixens breath
 
Cloak strewn
Bared and chaired
This blood lust...

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I chaired the meeting
a difficult audience it was
I saw in the attendance
fragments of husbands
foliage of broken wives
and little bits of pupils...

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Figurative paralysis laid waste body electric of mine

This is Spinal tap 
bamboozling, binding, bleeding, bombing...
ripped from every dog eared 
and book marked page
recounting latest ill fated fiasco, 
now peppering my life and hard times
causing quite an ache – fiercely teasing 
(the fire cat) curative panaceas...

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I did not realize I am a waiting room peeping tom princess until today.
When I first arrived, I made a mistake and laughed when an
older lady was yelling into the phone about what a
loser her grandson was for leaving her here without a ride home....

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Mine, full of old clutter.
But cultured!
Mahogany chaired.
Mantel-clocked.
Beneath whose framing's gold
As quaintly curved Age-locked
Grand pictured.

Laughingly echoed through
By contrast
Placing a price on
As worthy
Is this: of an open plan's
Nouveau riche buying spree.
Does not last....

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