Best Decor Poems

I shiver tears.
My joie de vivre;
summer esprit’s lemon zest,
lilac flirts and coral whispers 
have escaped me ~
grievous gray 
now flows through my veins.

I shiver melancholia,
entombed...

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~TAKE MY MONEY ~

Crimson Joy, L'Oreal Lips, DOLCE & GABBANA eyewear 
Mascara from beyond LONDON Bridges
Like the pretty face found in front of Vanity Fair
What...

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as the PROPHETS of profits, WE lead and WE’re fair
while WE’re living the life of the poor BILLIONAIRE
– silver yachts, pearly castles, cash (plenty to...

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When I say peace, what comes into your mind?
Some fantasy, a world where there's no wars
No soldiers setting foot on foreign shores
Where weapons of destruction...

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From a mouthful of this morning’s eggs,
I pull bits of char from yesterday’s breakfast.
‘I had no chance to scrub the pan’, I plea with myself-
But...

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Waking up, in a light gray four poster bed.
With flowers and ribbons, painted
on the ceiling above my head.
.
Satin slippers and a robe, so soft.
A young...

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In a wondrous world least never seen,
Hidden is the Lair of the Dragon Queen…
Protector of her Kingdom of jaded green,
Some would say she was rather...

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LIFE IS LIKE A MAYPOLE

Outstretch above are blue skies and golden sunshine
as train of threads is softly thug and braid to a pole.
Behold, this sky...

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Buildings go up
Trees come down
Country living
Becomes a town.

Wildlife vanishes
Streets appear
The destruction of yesterday
Draws quickly near.

Lights are abundant
Stars are no more
The horizon is hidden
Behind constructions decor.

Greed...

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Can you remember Christmas long ago,
How those December days were waited for?
Remember how, so happy, we would go
Into those stores aglow with bright decor; 
Such...

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An anomaly in furnishings, I was;
so avant-garde, I triggered smiles and buzz.
Not like baroque, ornate styles of the past,
my bona fide remake was made to...

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My first grandchild was turning three,
sweet girl with a motherly bent.
The perfect present seemed to be
a dollhouse; so, shopping we went.
She found one not by...

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A.W. Nutter

Trespassing through my domain
Your excursion has become a habit
Sampling your fruit I must abstain
My lustful cravings I try to inhibit

Gliding across the forest floor
Your...

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Often, people think themselves as objects
like remodeled decor hyped for exhibition...
they wear glittered masks and live
in the affirmation of others through false pride,
consumed  by...

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Act III, final scene, psychodrama script-
the world is ushered off into history's crypt.
All the super heroes lie slaughtered on the floor
while apocalyptic addicts are screaming...

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