Best Lamp Shade Poems

In her soul she exposes naked memories and lust for life

          A rebel conceived in a flash of pure passion

          One moment of caution abandoned for love

Outstripped...

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Things I never thought I'd hear myself say
Back before my kids were born
Why is my toothbrush in the microwave?
And why is my recliner full of corn?

Who put my cell phone in the fish tank?
And why is there butter in my shoe?
I'd often scream "Get the...

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And his frost-clad lips I gently kissed
So mildly radiant amid this  place--
That the silvery night grew quite intense
Until a gasp rushed from his cheeks.
While awakening to each other
       Our throbs exploded into daybreak…
     ...

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Your skin glows like the Watermelon, 
blossoms Amazing as the Lily in the purest hope of spring.
My yearning heart rises to your Drumming voice
and leaps like a Giraffe at the whisper of your name, Bo.
The evening ascends in on a great Nightengale wing.
I am calmed...

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My space ship of a lamp shade,
This little cardboard room.
What genius exists here,
In the abscence of the moon?...

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Your Braille Writer

I’ll write from right to left
while you read me from left to right
our hearts meet and we’ll never say goodbye
you are my precious  gem  in this world of change
remember, I am your hope and strength whatever happens
I’ll show you the light
a...

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Lamp shade shrouds my blanched soul
Dimming, residual light o'er weary heart doth roll
Flickering memories cloud my intellectual pole
Obscure shadows flutter through subconscious pinhole
Dusk, fading hope through my restive spirit doth stroll
Encroaching darkness shutters my resolve; my psyche doth patrol
Murky thoughts leaf through my sensory scroll
Shimmering...

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Out of all of us my best friend
Came to an inglorious, untimely ugly end
We were digging holes inside a cave
But what he didn’t know was that he was digging his own grave

When it was finally time to go to bed
He turned around and a Nazi...

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Every time it rains...
I remember summer nights and feel your pain.
Clouds form under Angel's eyes,
They cradle you inside their wings.
Tear drops fall with prayers,
I'd give anything to start this over.

It appears I'm sleeping with the light on again.
(so alone, trapped inside that room)
Company shining from...

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Old yellow light buzz
like a fly by your ear,
a mummer in the corner
of someone's distant future.

And old yellow light sit
behind the lamp shade,
behind hidden like a criminal
robbing mother earth.

So old yellow light stay alive
while I write this poem,
hold on a little bit longer
while I try
try,...

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Flushed and frothing in the late July heat
of a slow motion Texas afternoon,
I ventured a call home
and found you
there.

Still of the same soul
and still the same
half of my whole.

It took almost an hour
to remind you how much we breathed
when rust was new on the dog
and...

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wanna play
let me
sharpen
my blade
no more love
shall we slave
slices
of
my
skin
have
withered again

your lamp shade life
three dots off
perfected
mice

feeble are the minds
read me once
write me twice
terrible advice
word hunters
bullet hole for your head
smoking the shell of buried led
dust from which we came blowing
icebergs melting heat will glowing
riddle me riddle me tie...

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My Love is my pillar strong energized light.

Live for the question of new delivered hope.

To reach the perfection song of advanced human life.

The loving of being with someone is to reach for the ocean clear space.

I reach the life force of new creative humanity light.

I...

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Gilded parasol on horizon's edge twirling
Twilight's lamp shade dying embers swirling
Sun's spent beams with embroidered frills quilting
Patchwork of tinctured gases simmering
Deep red, burnt orange ridges brimming
Violet, creme pastels periphery fringing
Dusk's opaque veil with palling shadows dimming...

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trust is often written 
with counterfeit ink
it’s such a poor lover

mourning in the morning
as my blood curls
around the throat
of the world
and makes
the impossible
possible

soft sandpaper hands
promise and lie
like shadows entwined
on a lamp shade
the light goes out  
water falls to
dust death 
in wind shadows
low and down
liquor...

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