Best Parlor Poems

When midnight flames flicker aesthetic reveries,
releasing ashes of rainbow petals,
upon the canvas of undressed seasons,
I delve into blue blurs of butterflies,
framed in floating colors of nostalgia,
aching for dried dyes to home this scraped heart~
hanging loose, within smoky imagery,
as if every pigment will sprout from lilies...

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She'd been staring at me since I can recall.
A da Vinci saccharine smile painted on her lips
that I'd traced with fingertips in my youth.
Forsooth wondering, "Who are you, comely lady,
and why does no one ever mention your name?"

Eyes of melancholy, but not a tear had...

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All became purview in her constant gaze ~
eyes that followed, no matter my corner,
nor settee where fleur-de-lis begged recline ~
and, no peace was found in voyeuristic laze.
Even in the vestibule - through the door
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Picture on the Parlor Wall 9-27-24
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Sampler on the Parlor Wall

Shadows born from dawdling light
Stretch across a firelit room set with porcelain cups,
From tea parties long ago and faraway,
With an invitation to sample sweets and savories
Like the sampler on the parlor wall.

Beneath neat rows of alphabets...

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I’m followed by two eyes that gaze out from
the picture on the parlor wall. Those eyes!
If they were real, I think I would feel numb
to know from nowhere I had seen arise
a monster from the dirt that was the grave
of my great-grandfather; his photograph
conveys he...

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" A close friend was betrayed by one of the Chiefs
and was tortured to death by being roasted slowly while strung up
high on a tree branch.
His misery was rich. 
His name was Red Spirit in English.
I'm very proud of the Roman's achievements in law and...

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There I was, in His presence,
like a pebble in a pond, surrounded & submerged in Satan's spirit,
I was safe though,
safe as sin in a liar's heart,
no threat of abduction, no bargaining for soul,
intimidation felt more like explorative excitment,
curiosity carried my conscience to conception of privilege...

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" She was born in 219 A.D.,
I met her in 235 when she was 16 years old.
I was working hard with her father as a mercenary
from a Belgium territory, trying to persuade a chieftan named Horaic
to attack the Roman garrison west of the river.
Tamitha had...

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I kept up with the questions as Lucifer stared into a vacancy
which the echo of a star explosion could disappear into,
but I constantly felt Him paying attention to me despite the hallway of History,
do you really buy souls,
as though I failed at something He said,...

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" Mephistopheles became a river whose current flowed in the wrong direction,
he believed that suffering could be eradicated from life,
absurd as lead being wieghtless,
his deviance led him to challenge my hegemony in the meditterranian world
during the climax of ancient Rome.
He became obsessed with silly theories...

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waffle cone delight
pecan praline delicious
triple scoop indulgence...

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Opening a massage parlor one day
He hoped that eventually it would pay
One week of it
He had to quit
He just kept rubbing people the wrong way!...

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Everybody wants to be 
Some body
Somebody wants to know someone
Someone doesn't know anybody
Every body is some body
Pleasantly I am me...

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There is a spot in my grandmother’s home
It is reserved for guests
Older aunts and uncles on a visit, the parish priest, old friends that grandma wanted to impress
I have always wanted to sit in it, if only for a moment

Grandma was a lady
Graceful, warm and...

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I own a beauty parlor but I always get things wrong.
Last week I left a lady under the dryer far too long.
She was under the dryer for hours and it fried her brain.
They put her in a funny farm because I drove her insane.
When I...

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