Best Fiberglass Poems

WALLPAPER

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Paper Thin
Cut down to any size,
Crumble, crop me wrong 
Pull the insulation from my heart.
Never will I be "A Paper Doll!"
Thank you for calling me a "Friend!"
Thank you for wasting  my "time!"
Enjoy the WALLPAPER display
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Layers and layers of lifeless brick
KEEPS EVERYTHING OUT! 
Emotional poster...

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I bent over to touch my toes
               and the ground tore open like a backbone.

I tried to feed myself the sky;
to splice my tearducts into the universe 
so that, when the...

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The trains of old, were dubbed the “iron horse”; 
newer trains were known as, “bullets”, of course.
Flying past with the speed of light;
they cross the world, both day and night.

Once coal and steam propelled these beasts;
today the beasts are fast, but weak.
Of tin and vinyl,...

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Visit a place where you’ve not been before
And the first thing you face is the sturdy front door.
Of fiberglass, oak, tempered glass, even steel,
The entryway should have a certain appeal.

My country home door, though, was streaky with rust.
The paint was all puckered, the cracks filled...

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I have never thought of death.
Well, that's not true. Everyone
does at a time. A peopled perishing
 
if you will. We constitute it
with sickles or in a carriage
or call him soft names. Man
 
versus death; man conquers
this nothing by attaching arms,
ears, heart so it may feel...

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Hello madam, and welcome to our place of business.
Is there any way that I can be of assistance?
We have a huge selection of cars both used and new.
Chances are we have the right one on the lot for you.
We sell and service cars from the...

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Imagine that we are out boating on 
A lovely Sunday afternoon that floats
Our imaginations like wind swept clouds,
Rippling from horizon to horizon.
You are pillowed in the bow of our canoe,
A thin foam pad lifts you off wood ribbed bottom.
No smooth fiberglass for us, a bright
Umbrella...

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Day Mind
Night Mind

A door is open.
Through the doorway,
I see a wall weakly
illumined.
A distorted shadow slouches,
menacingly along it.
I close my eyes,
my toes grip 
the carpet.
I do not want to see, 
what I despairimgly
believe will be,
the cause of
my demise.
Hot exhalation flows
over my face.
I fear it. 
Surely it...

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Speak to me in iambic pentameter
and weave Shakespeare sonnets with Milton anecdotes.
Read me riddles and rhymes divulged 
over uneaten dinners and swing-sets with broken chains.
Allow me to lip-synch to your ballad of broken piano-fingers
and I will lay next to you in the dew grass and...

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In the world of automobiles, this is a shining star.
Many call this America's only true sports car.
With a fiberglass body, and a big, powerful V-8,
zooming down any road would certainly be great
Presently, I have one very big personal regret:
With a hefty price tag, I can't...

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The most thrilling experience anyone can get
is speeding along in a convertible Corvette
This powerful four-wheeled machine is much better than good
when it’s got over four hundred horsepower under the hood.
Driving one of these gems is moving in first class
There is plenty of get up and...

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Another day in this shell,
Who i am, is hard to tell.
I might be able to describe in  words to you,
You may find you feel these ways too.
 
 
Sometimes, i feel like a crab.
Wanting to hide from the  world,
Sinking deep into my shell.
Wanting...

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Goodbye six pack hello* poetry scribes

My poetic side COSMOFUNNEL
wordsmith thanks tumblr in his noggin
ofttimes triggering babbling brook 
to swell after deluge
becoming stream of consciousness runnel
carving, gouging, and liquidating topography 
qua zee mow toe natural formed tunnel.

Digitally remastered and revised
since original version rejected, thus
writer released, ...

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A neighbor lady I hadn’t seen
in a year I heard was bedridden.
Her former husband dropped by, 
asked if I'd to take in her trash can 
when I brought in my own.
He lived in a city far away.
She’s very sick, he said.
I said sure, not a...

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I have just come back home
From the call center office
You called me many a time
It was of course a chime
Yes, talking to you certainly
As they are always of glee
Would indeed have been a respite
In these working hours tight
But the bloody headphone
Under which I’ve to groan
Has...

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