Best Crawl Space Poems

Bought at an antiques store for a song:
unframed print #225 of 750, signed by the artist
Number III of the family name, all painters,
(presumably) Those forbears hard to discard--
"Stay Awhile" its title, hospitably captioned by
a country boy, like my father, perhaps-- posing 
beside his favorite horse...

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...exhortations against Ole Saint Nick
(alternately titled untold treasured shenanigans of Santa)

his elves and reindeer discovered only 
by colluding via "FAKE" fluke 
did I manage to worm winning the trust
among Christmas elves and reindeer

confident this generic guy,
would never breach scandalous
tidbits, into an underground impregnable
air-raid shelter, the...

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Narrow and shallow shining laser focus 
     into chasm while teetering on brink
akin to scurrying thru microcosmic burrow 
     of microscopic Manhattan skyscrapers 
     wink'n nod and blink,

this ace of spades heart (diamond...

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Beach Backed Chairs   

Dutifully I strode, 
struck past police 
look for police 
past police 
look for past 
me too- 
night bright searchlight 
protect[cone]cove from shadow 
gain much 
as man no walk now 
crawl[space]- square shadows all 
the German place 
spews music from non-window...

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the (better late than never) 
free admission confession, exhortations against Ole Saint Nick

treasured untold shenanigans of Santa, 

his elves and reindeer discovered only 

by colluding via "FAKE" fluke 

did I manage to worm winning the trust

among Christmas elves and reindeer

confident this generic guy,

would never breach...

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NOW WHIZ THE MOMENT TO PREPARE TO SCRUTINIZE
MY WRITTEN ATTEMPT AND HOPE MY OFFERTORY
DISTINCT FROM OTHER GALS N GUYS.

thankful to enjoy genesis of thoughts
from whence doth spring germ 
of an idea, that either takes root 
(exhibiting potential to live with 
arms strong) when just a...

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We weren't rich, my brother and me,
Sometimes we shared a gift
It worked well, far as we could see,
It never caused a rift.

So here we were one Christmas day
The owners of a gun.
Oh, it was fine, that I must say,
And promised endless fun.

There we sat in...

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Black as a panther he was a tween cat
taking literally my front porch welcome mat
my inside dogs not welcoming him in
I fed him outside much to the cats chagrin,

One day we heard some meows in our hallway
opening up the a/c filter cubby hole with no...

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Waiting In My Crawl Space
I Hear Sounds
Unknown
I Lay In My Quiet Place
My Bubble
Awaiting My Destination
My Feet Move
The Kick
My Heart Beats
I Am Alive
They Say It's Soon
I'm Ready
Choose Life
Choose Me...

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Mrs. Peligio was a swearing machine  We would run and throw 
ourselves in the crawl space under the shed pretending to look for a
softball when we saw her and this included our mother.
Our neighborhood was small. Normal families with a dad, 
and one-woman-one-non-playing-child family,...

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I am fourteen.
It’s a hot summer day in 1954.
My mother, father, two brothers, one sister, and I 
Pile into our 1952 Chevrolet station wagon
And head to Coady’s Creek in Perintown, Ohio.
It’s actually called Stone Lick Creek
But the Coady’s have a camp on it,
So we call...

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On this spring afternoon,
I lay my body, 
Belly-down on the warm deck, 
Head in my arms. 

I hear birds making 
Ugly noises that can't 
Be called chirps. 
I know that this is what 
The birds do all day, 
Everyday. 

What are they trying to say?...

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The tiniest Christmas faerie was too small to do much.
She did not fit in most uniforms, and she did not like her hutch.
She climbed out and pranced around and was chased by a mouse.
I am so upset she told her mother; I don’t even like...

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I toss Alexa across the room, furious she has started chanting
"It's 6 a.m. It's 6 a.m. It's 6 a.m." The time I told her to chant.
I have had three hours of sleep, stayed up way too late playing.
Words with Friends, Scrabble, Dabble, and Max the...

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In the small crawl space 
just past the two kitchen hangars
where one pole is north face
and in the deep south is the other's
that place be called Monkeyland,
where fishes hop o'er clouds,
and cats and dogs walk hand in hand,
doves dive not flocks but crowds,
the Crab Fest...

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