Best Closet Poems

Hiding here inside my closet, I feel safe in the dark
knowing on a pile of sheets lies my very psyche;
it's only a thought, yet I...

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i’m vinyl baby,
easy to scratch,
easy to gouge, 
prone to warping.

i’m a 45 rpm record, 
single and labelled,
still got track marks.

dot dot dot
from the seventies!

you know...

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POTD 29 Jan 2020

A balmy fragrance of cedar and lime lingers
A will o wisp floats by gathering dew
A mark on the page of another man’s...

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This is what it feels like to have your heart racing 
and not knowing when or if it will ever slow down.
Your fatigued body can...

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POINTING TO THE PROBLEMS 
  {Bivouacs}

Beat down with legal fees
Tied up with taxes;
Tripped up with mortgages;
Ripped off with student loans
Insulted with insurance
Telephone updates.

Out of...

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Lace hankie tucked inside her jacket sleeve
Hard candy filled the tin beside Mom’s purse
Gray mournings, nature’s gifts for those who grieve
At times when it seems...

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Chocolate Fountain Abuse- for the lover 

How easily I forget I'm allergic to chocolate
I want to dip the exquisite kosher in a Spanish brandy
Sweet, sweet,...

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Clutched tight to my chest, the doll smiles lifelessly
sending vacant stares down the darkened hall.
A solitary line of pink light sneaks through a crack in...

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Start at the start
ask your questions
Although I’m no priest 
I will hear your confession
Divulge your sins
no judgement or correction
Within my skeleton closet
I have my own...

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There was a fussy bovine named Flossy
who was snooty and always so bossy
her udders would droop
when she took a poop
She bellowed until her eyes got...

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I went to my closet 
To pick out a mask
Many to choose from
Am I up for the task?

The image of sensitivity
Or do I want to...

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Life without you seems so surreal, so unfair that you are no longer here,
yet I still feel your strong presence, smiling while shedding a tear.
Although...

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On days I read…
   O dread
      The poets are dead!

A taste of bitter
   A tatterdemalion squalor
...

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When streams of paper roses,
bleed bitter fragrances,
evil mists of leaves slowly fall,
drifting along autumnal 
breeze of yesterdays.

And i question
unseen dirt trapped
between sharpened thorns:
what if the...

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l.
Opening the closet of narra doors, I sweep through
organza skirts and  gemmed ringlets; my hair
ruffling aimlessly upon scalloped kerchiefs
smelling decade - old hyacinth, Mom’s...

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