Best Doilies Poems

...A born lioness my untamed heart? ha! 
a mouse, this pulsing token ruled by unruly wants
at times given, traded or stolen - sometimes
thrown down on a dare to be won or lost 
till it became a pape......

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...Shrunken sweaters, dusty ball caps
Tarnished silver, and hedge clippers
Pointed hat pins, gaudy jewelry
Faded jeans and worn out slippers
Greasy fry pan, wobbly table
Crates of dog-eared musty b......

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...May is my happy month, for she is my birth month 
Some people treat themselves with a birthday.
I made the decision to celebrate my birth month
And I do. I buy whatever I want. Packages arrive dai......

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...The candles of the forest brightly lit
to bid adieu the solstice harvest moon
that races through the branches where it fits
much like the sun which flickers there at noon.
Across the rolling hill......

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...Nearly everything ends up
in a flea market
much loved treasures
end in a new home
someone's loss
is someone's gain
my parents like
will never come again.......

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...Tillie Lydston

1843 – 1905

I was forty six
When I first saw the hills.
Those most magical eastern hills of my home.
I loved Whittier as my mother
And it saddens me I can’t be there again.
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...BLUE-SHAPED hair is styled to rigid perfection by rows of orderly, PINK curlers
BLUE-NOTES from an "Oldies" station linger, a calming WHITE noise to soothe
BLUE-SCENTS of expensive musk linger, per......

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...A March unstable, April drizzles
At last, now dawns the month of May........

Children gather 'round a table
Making paste of flour, water, 
guidance from a loving mother
with pictures drawn......

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...Scorned coquette
perched so solemnly
upon your death stool,
claw deep the fresh flesh of victors
bearing armfuls of decaying flowers
stolen from your mother’s grave.

A diverse parade -
clairvoyants ......

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...No time for coffee, as the dawn arrives....
I raised the shade. The crowd's outside!
The mob takes over...I'm still in slippers
But someone bought our old hedge clippers!!

     Those folks just......

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... Sewing machine, long idle, gathered dust
Polished now in the  hallway, my  fond antique
Recalling Grandaunt’s delicate craftwork--
Each pattern of fabric threaded  with zest,
As her han......

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...In the early 70’s my husband and our first baby, Angela, moved to Muscatine, Iowa, in the middle of the night, in the summer time.  At 7:00 a.m. the next door neighbor rang the doorbell; she was asto......

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...Who remembers, is it only me?
When March had drizzled, and April fooled us...
But a morning in the month of May.........

We'd spread upon a kitchen table 
Paste made of flour, scissors, borrowed......

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...In the early 70’s my husband and our first baby, Angela, moved to Muscatine, Iowa, in the middle of the night, in the summer time.  At 7:00 a.m. the next door neighbor rang the doorbell; she was asto......

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..." One man's junk is another man's treasure" - author unknown

To some, old collectables and antiques are nothing but junk,
even heirlooms kept safely in their grandmother’s old trunk.
They say an......

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