Best Folding Chair Poems

Tuck into the public
private seclusion.

My aversion to inclusion
includes a stub, a tub,
a carelessly careful curation,
a velvet rope, a hint of hope,
a folding chair, softened and...

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Lynn was swimming alone that morning in the warm pool,
the August sun sizzled on the ceramic tiles;
what a relief was the breeze from the palm...

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It was slightly overcast, that day in April.  The crowd was cheering.  They always 
cheered for him.  He was over age, over...

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Frigoris Sereni verses Crisium Lu Atis
both combatants were hyped up
and the crowd seemed to be in it.
to the surprise of the regional promoters
who put these...

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It will be alright 
It was peace in the valley a deep harmony of those who fled 
to the countryside to avoid the foul air...

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Me sitting on a folding chair
Maria lent us for the initial days
In the middle of an empty room
Next to a computer on a small folding...

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a robin chirping near the window 
serves up a delicious bit of melancholy

on the living room floor an air mattress 
quietly cajoles my sciatic nerve

this...

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The priest had been here earlier and the rosary was said
and relatives and friends in single file were offering condolences.
"Sorry for your troubles," one by...

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One warm Summer’s day
As I sat in my folding chair
Something caught my eyey
Something there
Something flying through the air
It was a butterfly
It did flitter and flutter...

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Watching from the grassy lawn
Sitting in his folding chair.
With his veteran’s cap upon 
Taking in the whole affair.

Sits a man of many decades
Hair of white...

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They did mock us ...did they not?...the mockingbirds?
I say they did!...innuendo infuse...as pellucid as she...they mocked us!
...gossiped luridly about us in luscious low tones like...

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There is a water glint,
just shining through the copse beyond.
Autumn's sinking sun, 
barred by spindle trees and the last 
of summer's brindled reeds 
and sedge...

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Who would believe an old hat could change the lives of so many people. 

Outside the coffee shop I frequent sits a homeless man with...

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While Up And Adrift In Cloud 9...

Reprieve from damp,
     and rainy, or sultry weather,
     I schlepped a
...

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Standing on the razors edge
Between darkness and light

Sitting in a folding chair
On the left side of right

Waving in the direction 
Of hello and goodbye

Twisted in...

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