Best Drawers Poems

The protests are written from the busy pen
of the one whose thoughts are quite driven
yet she cries "foul" like a rumple feathered hen
when the thoughts of another are simply given

Her name-calling ploy is such a childish game
for each one of us has the right to...

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Freudian Slip

Don't take this as a flippant quip
But you know what's showing?
Your Freudian Slip

You may think you're ultra hip
But your subconscious speaks 
Through the words that slip 

When you're flustered, try to get a grip
But you only make it worse
Over your tongue you trip

Don't bother...

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Another true tom tale;

Not too long ago
I did really own
A pair of 
Fruit of the Loom briefs,
One detined to make me groan

For sure, it had,
Seen a better day,
And up until this time
I now surely wonder why
I did not throw the damn thing away...

See, I wore...

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that was worrying
but not surprising
for 
who can 
really tell who might leave
what in drawers
when 
we move 
home do we some
times not find strange objects
lurking 

we moved
to a 
new home
on saturday night
we locked the front door
my 
wife
then asked me to check the cupboards
upstairs
"there might
be someone in...

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The thing about drawers,
they hide clutter.
If company's coming,
do a bit of “stuff it” cleaning; 
throw stuff in a drawer, and close it. 
Neatness counts.

The problem evolves -
how to remember - what went where.

“Where’s the thermometer?”

“I don’t know. 
It should be in the linen closet.”

“Well, it...

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The smell is there people start to gag 
Having smelly drawers isn't like waving the flag 
People make comments under their breath 
They say my smell is the closest to death 
The question is will I ever change my ways 
I haven't changed my drawers...

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LOST dreams slide insensibly toward madness of dreams -- you close your eyes shut your wooden windows to life ~~ your dilated eyes drowning in a violent ocean.

Mister, you forgot your hat but now days no one wears them good day Sir.  Oh, froth...

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I  withdraw the words
                    already so forgotten
                  ...

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I am full of love, and encouragement wrapped into one
In here I rest silently, waiting to be found by lost sons
Trapped and dusty forgotten lore, I wait to espouse
What no one should not know, especially the louse

Whispering winds of the desert, you can almost feel...

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Each drawer that I fill,
  stores something past

The future spread out
  on the bed

As each one closes,
  its memories sleep safe

My dreams quilted,
  and looking ahead

Thoughts layered inside,
  piled neatly and stacked

In silence,
  their stories unfold

Each drawer front embossed,
with...

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Our solar system is over four billion years old
It'll probably last another 5000 million, I'm told
Whew! Had me pooping
My drawers they're a-drooping
Glad I've only got a few more years till I fold...

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Our boss can easily touch her toes
But when she does her underwear shows
Each day of the week
We all get a peek
But Willy's excitement grows and grows...

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Premiered at Midland Motor Speedway, Odessa, TX – 6/26/1998
	               
ACT 1

Das Lied für Alma
Still Life Instrumental
First Nights
Pain Hurts
Violet
Dancing with the Blues
The Reckoning
No One’s Going Home 

ACT 2

Brickyard Informal
Beneath the Wheel
Eyes of...

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Looking back
curiously acquiescent
in 4th floor chaos

Looking through these
dresser drawers of
sleepy underclothing

Retrospective shirts
and tiresome socks,
these sheaths of self
more coincidental 
than designed

Everything ajar,
windows, doors
              my dresser drawers

Clues left coyly
in my path
by boorish poltergeists

Half absent,
I...

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It all tastes like
Brown manila
Rusty tools

Fading, planes escape into
Lily pad clouds
Shrinking yellow rays stroll
Across dusty floors
Arthritic Autumn smoke
Sweet in
Forgotten drawers opened
Far away
Put away in
Brown manila envelopes...

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