Best Oddments Poems

Poem
 is a patchwork quilt
tacked up with emotions
with words, oddments sublimely
selected......

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I was in a bookshop the other week 
(I’m a bit of a second-hand bookshop freak.)
In the crafts and hobbies section I spied
an interesting Home-Made Presents Guide.
Now, I’m not tight-fisted but where’s the sense
in spending pounds if you can make for pence.

So I made the...

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High alpine meadows are dusted with wildflowers,
And the faraway horizon is outlined with craggy mountain peaks,
Half-asleep lights blink through the sun-painted mist,
The sunrays dip at varying angles and intensities,
creating mixed moods and mysteries ~
It feels good to be up at dawn.


Deep blood red orange clouds...

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O, look how I shake the clouds
Not to dust the oddments of 
Dreams, but to wish them back, sweet 
As your prurient lips!...

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He accumulates oddments and curios,
contrivances with strange gears,
attachments that bolt unlikely parts together.

Pieces of something he is structuring or
assembling, a mechanism
too intricate to be entirely recalled.

He discovers these devises
on the leeched rim of vision.
Part of his mind
burns with the light of a kerosene lamp.
He does...

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It begins in innocence,
 
 The world greets,

 Wraps its arms tight,
 
 Welcomes!

 Honey sticky sweet childhood drips, lick.

 Dreams bloom, flourish,

 Wild hope rampant, vision sharp.

 Freed from responsibilities, restraints,

 Naivety a luxury.

 Pampered, sheltered, fleeting moments.

 Time robber, party make friends, 
...

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Haberdasher’s Thoughts


The haberdasher has
that season of the year
he rids his racks, his bins
of oddments.
I have no season of the year
like that. 
Today, or any day, a derby, 
spats or chrome-tipped cane
can shuffle out from stock.
I have no choice. 
I have to offer counter space.


Donal Mahoney...

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Deep blood red orange cloud’s,
ethereal dream float,
Satin wind carrier of luscious mint,
green hymnody’s deft transport,
Spring hues random loitering,
between gray peeled branches,
Chirpy echo squeak,
 from red-wing blackbird,
A fragile wafer tin threshold,
Golden stream gurgle,
under marsh reeds, 
Evanescent saline grain haze,
Azure ocean tide aroused,
from still wave slumber,
Clamshell pearl...

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Her mind accumulates oddments and curios,
contrivances with strange linkages,
attachments that bolt unlikely parts together;
the mechanics of metaphysics.

Pieces of something she is sculpting or
assembling, or just waiting for,
a glimpse of a word-picture
too intricate to be entirely recalled
as a whole canvas.

She discovers these odd figments
on the leeched...

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Musty boxes
Resting belligerently in forgotten corners
Gathering dust
Waiting to be dissected
Eviscerated
Purged of their jumbled bits and bobs
The oddments of a family of lives
Muscled arms heft them in a tanned sweaty embrace
A bumping scuffling journey ensues
The same arms gently relinquish their burden
Deposit them again on a cold...

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Pens, and pen knives,
minor gadgets and gizmos,
chopsticks
old zippo lighters,
motheaten books
that crumble an old-fashioned wisdom
into the mush of a quaint twaddle,
words to muddle over
on a day locked into a raincloud.

He collected all sorts -
mostly useless things,
mostly the unimportant, the worthless,
gathering together
all the small curiosities of the...

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He records the works of his life, the ephemera
he once scrawled onto the tissue thin,
thinking them indelible blueprints.
Most were fables told to a dying legend,
Pastimes, that were chariot wheels
for his little red wagon.

He is an inventor of sorts, an engineer
of impossibilities.
He accumulates metallurgical oddments
for mechanical...

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Written: September 06, 2023
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I find that if I cut a lens-size whole
in a cardboard box then place that box
over my head the stars
arrange themselves
into, not the named constellations,
but ordinary oddments once lost then found
and eventually junked.

I find that if I see a dead raccoon
on the road I will...

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