Best Decals Poems

Affluent and formal
pink lilies deck the tables;
we await the 
sweet, affected 
laughter of our  friends.
Bedecked in bouffant hair-do's
perfumes, ermines, jewels
brocades and buckled shoes,
we dazzle, yes! We dazzle
with our mirrors, and our decals,
our precious art, and plaster,
exotic candelabras, 

but  I can't wait to make...

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This rhyme may seem strange but each word's truly equal
Now Beetle's tale's done no need for a sequel.
They'd chat by the teazel of matters so lethal
Of sequels and prequels and justice so penal.

In fields green and fetal past signs with a decal
He'd meet Sheetal the...

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Dedicated to the 2000 National College Football Champions, the Oklahoma Sooners 

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Over fifty years, boy and man, I’ve been a Sooners fan
Watched and reveled in their glories, every one;
But there’s no more glorious “Sooner Magic” 
Than the Red October Run.

The new millennium's first football season,
Excited...

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The cigar box reposed upon the closet shelf for nigh on fifty years.
Oft his family wondered what it held.  Perhaps some treasured souvenirs?
The old man, a veteran, had fought in the European Theater of Operations.
He never talked about that nor did he ever boast...

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It would not be such a stretch
To think that every kid
Drew pictures on an Etch-A-Sketch,
Like all my peers once did.

It was a toy that everyone
Possessed in his collection,
For it provided hours of fun
With no need for perfection.

‘Cause if you goofed, with just one shake
The screen...

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The pickup truck ahead of us
Had decals on the glass,
The first a flag – American – 
Like many cars we pass.

The second, a machine gun,
At an angle, all in white,
Announcing to the world
Someone is looking for a fight.

I guess interpretation
May arrive at different ends
But I’m...

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Red paint upon this stage
Overdrive from electric strums
Crowds gather from every age
Knife decals cross on drums
Brand new fender blue tinge
Arrival at airports always delay
Noon prompts a drinking binge
Drunk ballads from music's cliche...

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Deserted we lie, banished to a shoe box; discarded metal
scraping metal every spring as our ignored box gets shelved 
in a different room of the house; forsaken and further away
from real life. We demand equal time with your mobile phone
games, your Netflix programs, and your...

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you disturbed the wild geese as your truck 
rushed out of the drive way my heart panted 

as I noticed the peeling logo on the side 
of the truck there were old ripped decals 

and expired fishing permits my eyes turned red 
piercing the glimmering...

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I find myself around the backs of things.
A more comfortable reality it presents;
    A dirty bowl that’s never refilled,
             A rusted dumpster,
        ...

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You're as cool as a parrot
who has to wear my fashion.
With just your leather jacket
to only share our passion.

With hair that's long and plenty
for making women jealous.
With neither of us sharing
Our women become zealous.

Our cars as fast as decals,
parked evenly in the lot.
Their windows dark...

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We paddle through small talk,
I like her, she has style.
I imagine we have a history together
back in an old movie that I have yet to see.

I begin to construct a lost and anecdotal life.
In another place we’re a vaudeville act
wisecracking between meal tickets.
Our home, a...

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   Symbols cry in dry ice theater -
the expanse of aesthetic visa-
drawn-
from the romance of the silvery eye -
as it golden advances the lid of covenance 
in dynamic enzyme.
Open faced type interpreted-
interpreter-embossed embol-
in a makeshift ara -plane,
where thou dost dust in canvased
lines.

Hope is...

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Reading my fridge magnets,
I’m surprised how interesting
the world is
when stamped into rubber decals.
Rome, Ankara, both Buda and Pest.

I watch an oscilloscope between my ears,
the spikes are a sort of travel language
spoken only by bedbugs and vagabonds.

I nod at a graphic depiction
of pelicans bombing Florida.
I remember...

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Through a bathroom mirror
a naked ape looks
at its reflection.

Waiting for coffee,
reading fridge magnets,
I'm surprised how interesting
the world is
when stamped into rubber decals.

Until now I've avoided
talking to myself.
I nod at a graphic depiction
of pelicans crap-bombing California.

"Yea," I say, rubbing my chin,
"go for it."...

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