Best Chaise Lounge Poems

"Barefoot in the Bushfires of the Vanities"



Heat rises slowly to rapture flames licking and teasing
Blue Ghostgums to stretch and crack wide open
as Fire spreads molten...

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Another sweltering day

soaking up  all the summer sun has to offer

The trade winds blow but offer no relief

slowly I sip on a frozen peach...

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We were golfing in the morning
It was me and my friend Bill
We were on hole number seven
Everything was going well

I drove my ball straight down...

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I feel my ears pop,
As the light above me increases ...
Columns of purple sunshine shimmer and dance.
I swim up out of the cool, inky blackness...

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My husband wants a big pussy - he's crazy,
draped over chaise-lounge in conservatory,
I said that it would cost a fortune to feed,
to have such an...

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Lovely scented flowers, 
hanging like clusters of grapes…

Covering my arbor, shading 
the sun from my face…

Your scent sends me into
 dreamland…

With my eyes closed, relaxing...

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From the violin of lady fair
soft classical notes fill the air.

soothing music floats through open french doors
carried on a summer breeze
billowing lace curtains 

As I...

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Everyone who has money
should drop it in a vat and
anyone who needs money

should take what they need 
a Swede, a Dane and two 
Norwegians tell...

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Twenty cigarette ashes in the ivory ashtray
Symbol of the impatience burned as smoke
The inamorata sits in the pink chaise lounge
Waiting for inamorato arriving to love...

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Carpet spoke. "It is only Tuesday and already I am covered in pieces and all that straw and occasional crisp. I have no mouth. I...

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I’d like an hour with a psychiatrist 
To discover what I already know
A deep releasing conversation
Go places I dare not go

I’d lie back on a...

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Word Sonata in B Flat (in 5 Movements)

You know exactly what you’re doing.
You sit in that short red skirt, and 
Cross your shiny tan legs,...

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Here everybody drains the swamp
The chunks of toxic glitter
And brazen meat
Intelligible only to the daunted fool
Who filled it so
Pour the acid wash
Of peace and indulgence
To...

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You held me in the palm of your hand, You put me in the Earth,          ...

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You held me in the palm of your hand, You put me in the Earth,          ...

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