Best Furniture Poems
You stand beneath my boughs
Never hearing my silent prayers
For someone to understand
I’m more than simply a friend
I bring life to those who listen
For the kindness in my whispers
I breathe, I bleed, I plead
In a prayer sighed through my leaves
You stare up through my branches
Look for the perfect time
To take me down and make me into
Something built or designed
A house, a cabinet, a page
Where you fill me with different things
Furniture, odds and ends, words
Sparks of life to enlighten
With me, you even build fires
You listen to the breath of the wind
As it sends its howling thorough my limbs
Never noticing that I can comprehend
The joy of the rain as it sprinkles life
The light of the sun as it shines bright
The shadow of the moon as it illuminates
My life is more than a sparkle
It shines across the earth to ignite
A passion that is crisp and alive
Thriving with hope for the souls
Who know that I am prosperous
As I carry life through the heart of my wood
Kissing every living thing with my
Gift of pure air that fills the world
With gratitude for me, a ordinary tree
Someone said I could probably write
About furniture and kitchen utensils
And still put a funny twist on my poem
So I'll try to live up to my potential
You must possess a strange old noodle
To know how my crazy brain works
Observing the simplest things everyday
And giving them a twist and a jerk
Sure ain't no genius but ain't no dummy
So here's my attempt at appeasing
Cathie and I own this beautiful credenza
With imported china quite pleasing
Our living room set is a joy to behold
So comfy and inviting it beckons
I hear it calling for my afternoon naps
Most likely I'll give in I reckon
Now what about our lovely canister set
A charming addition to our counter
The colourful pillows on our comfy sofa
Can certainly be a heart pounder
Bet you think I've gone over the edge
But whenever I'm challenged in kind
I quickly respond and delve into my brain
Where oodles of rhymes I do find!
© Jack Ellison 2012
If you're off colour
bean bag it
If you're not in the zone
couch it
If you can't center it
spa it
How is your mental furniture?
It says a lot about you
if anyone should see it
who would you allow on it
should anybody need to
Mental furniture in your head
the place you go to
to chill out, relax, regroup
it's your inner therapy
not everyone is extroverted
though that's the trend
what shape does it take
inside your head?
They’re smoking Lucky’s; watching Hit Parade;
And Ronald Regan; with his Death Valley days.
What’s that I’m hearing; is it in my head;
I hear a rumbling; while I lay in bed.
I can’t believe it; do I hear a new beat;
I’m out of bed now; and I’m on my feet.
The room is rocking; and my body rolls;
They’re screaming at me; but I won’t be controlled.
They call me Rebel; and they say I’m no good;
But let me rock you; like I know that I could
She wears a hairdo; that is high on her head;
She wears a short skirt; that just lays me dead.
And Little Richard; with his new Ding-a-ling;
When school is over; we can shake that thing.
Here comes a girl now; in her high school sweater;
And it’s for sure I’d like to know her better.
We fell in love; but it broke our hearts;
I sit alone now in our favorite park.
I’m just so lonely; won’t you Stand By Me
I’m drifting and drifting baby; out on this sea.
The joint was jumping; down on honky- tonk street;
And from a Cadillac; stepped a cat named Pete.
I now am twenty one; and I’m hitting the clubs;
I’m watching Charlie Musslewhite; play at the pub.
Two hours driving and I’m at the gate;
I’m seeing B.B. and I just can’t wait.
Look at those hippies; with their unkempt hair;
But that girl is pretty; standing over there.
And I hear Jimmy; singing Light My Fire;
A purple haze surrounds me; with my burning desire.
They say I’m drafted; but what does this mean;
I’ve been unwanted; since before I was eighteen
Those Golden Ribbons; and those fortunes of war;
What will it matter if we’re not here no more?
The band is singing; of their Big Ten Inch
And on my T.V.; is the Christmas Grinch.
I guess I’m nothing but some Bad Company;
And I’m a rebel; which I guess you can see
I asked the bank; for a loan or a grant;
They want collateral; so I pulled down my pants.
These songs are playing; may they never end;
And if I had to; I would do it again
The damn thing's got too many holes,
I’m also missing several poles.
Instructions I simply cannot read.
This confounded thing's about to breed!
Pieces covering every inch of floor
I can no longer walk on as before,
and almost fifteen thousand bolts
I demand to know whose fault!
For gods sake this piece is upside down
so I stare at it with such a frown
because now I have to disassemble,
in hope, next time, it might resemble.
Five hours have gone and still the bits
stare back at me, I have a fit!
I swear and curse in a contortion
as this things all out of proportion!
You need six hands and several feet
or else this puzzle's has got you beat!
I fear that I might die before
these bits have gone from off my floor!
It says G6 to seven, then F2 to three
apparently using screws A, B and C,
from now on I'll just have to guess,
it's easier to beat Kasparov at chess!
Eventually I build this piece,
seemingly it’s for my niece!
My wife tells me it should be blue,
I reply ‘over to you!'
Don't Slouch!
On the couch, dig for quarters and dimes,
but don't tell your father he will mind!
On the couch jump with your brother.
but don't tell your mother she will mind!
On my couch, you may snore like a dog.
On your couch, you might find your dog! (Tsk tsk)
On my couch, if it's scruffy and old, you may smell something
wearing some kind of mold. (Yuc)
On your couch, watch a movie with your friend,
but please no kissing until the end!
On my couch are soft pillows to lay your head,
better than the lumpy ones on my bed.
Whatever couch you choose, just rest and enjoy the news.
(Actually, bad idea)
To end this silly sofa poem as my mother used to say,
"Sit up straight and do not slouch"
(I'd like to add)
Never, ever, on a couch!
Modern would have been easy,
but period was all the rage,
so he slipped into the form.
Having people sit on him
made him ache at first,
but he had to overcome...
As long as they did not stand on him!
Robinson did that constantly;
Robinson, who bought him at a snip
as soon as he was off his ship...
The next time he did just that,
boy, would he just know!
The chance came, and soon enough,
when Robinson played drunk.
He kicked the chair without a care,
then tried to stand, but wobbled.
The chair gave a flip in his period stance,
and the owner did a painful dance.
9/9/2015
Grandfather clocks
And dark furniture.
Grandfather clocks and dark furniture.
A big wood fire with stone surround.
Wooden floors that creek when you walk.
And animal skins for rugs with big leather coaches to lounge on.
This is the picture of the dream in my head.
An aga stove with back boiler for winter.
A ten seater wooden kitchen table.
The dogs in front of the stove by the fire.
Double glazed windows with snow outside.
A pine tree forest, casting shadows on the ground.
A red squirrel knocking on the window for a nut and a crust of bread.
A cast iron pot cooking on the aga
A kettle whistling its merriment
Hot chocolate and frosty windows.
Under floor heating, toasty on bare feet.
Candles glimmering in dark corners.
A red rose in the snow
A symbol of love waiting to grow.
The green house is protected
Vegetables just beginning to shoot.
The hens are snuggled up in the straw
Under a warm red glow
This is the picture of the dream in my head.
There was a furniture dealer named Maurice
Who acquired items for the Nouveau Riche.
Most popular by far,
The back seat of a car
Which they use for an occasional piece.
You have gone berserk the ghost said to me.
I will acquire an ambiance that shows I am free.
The level of thinking brought me a hulking gargoyle.
He said, “please relax” and slide down this tinfoil.
I saw a curve as I flew off the slide onto a leather couch.
The manager of the furniture store heard me yell “ouch!”
The selection of lamps was intriguing, but how to classify?
Those glorious multi-colored light fixtures began to magnify.
The ghosts are running rampant in the attic a guy said.
Manager told us he would continue speaking to these crafty undead.
Dracula’s tummy grew bolder, it began to turn into a giant belly.
Worse, it also transmogrified into a vile something really smelly.
Let’s celebrate the store’s fifteenth year, the owner announced.
After we replace those light bulbs, the hostess said as she flounced.
They were marked with tiny graves, weirdly turned toward the garden.
I think they have been stupefied, I said. Please beg my pardon.
The jack-o-lanterns in the display window were now easily defeated.
By the delicate ghouls who were nastier when standing than when seated.
A Halloween minister came to marry whoever wanted to be hitched.
We made short work of this little guy, he became immediately bewitched.
Like a medieval
Of local forest woods
In raining dripping days
Melted by sunshine rays
In Sunny shinny phases
My wooden reading table
Has sailed through ages
My gray grandpa gave it his
My papa saved it me
My wooden reading table
Will yet another phase
2nd place
BRIAN'S CHOICE M,any form,any theme
5/19/2020
You're the cutest little cutie
When you're sitting in a chair
With your back legs in the air
Like you're sitting in a chair.
She reaches,
Uncrontrablly,
For my Heart.
But this diatribe
is Missing now.
And unlike you,
I can't self-repair
Without a set of
Instructions.
So bold, so feverish,
I retreat into a coma
Protecting myself
from this poison.
Not easy and
A full time job, girl.
So you sat the sunrise
Out this round, but
I can't agree anymore.
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It's easy flat pack is the way to go they said
Just take it home and it is easy they said
Lay it out on the floor before assembly they said
The tool for the screws is in the pack they said
I should have read the instructions I said
So I finally decided to read the instructions on the page
It seemed that you needed to be a Star Wars sage
The wording was done by Master Yoda to say
An example was ‘On the floor the parts to lay'
Then the ‘Figures included to follow you should'
In the end I was no wiser in that I could in no way known
Have completed the assembly as shown.
© Paul Warren Poetry
On account of his scary health
And a worsening breath
That sang perverse threat
He wasn’t amassing wealth,
His waist assigned to the loosest belt
Of those I had physically felt…
“Quite easy for Horrible Health
To keep downsizing Eager Wealth”
A Level Sixteen with annoying furniture
And a doubtful financial future…
So, I had to him leave by stealth:
My best bet but immoral sheath;
While with him in a dismal heath
Remembered a journey false like myth…
Soon away from him and relaxed
By Mortal Fear no more The Taxed
I began again to truly breathe
And God leave to with Divine Anger seethe.