Best Parquet Floor Poems

Rum was feeling playful so he went to find a mouse
He looked in every nook and cranny right throughout the house
But all the mice were sound asleep for it was dark outside
And then Rum saw a window that was open very wide

A breeze came through...

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"We're going to need a bigger fig leaf."
Proclaimed the teacher to her staring class
As the model removed the last of his attire.

A collective, almost silent gasp
and the clatter of a fallen brush on parquet floor
confirmed this to be true.

Among the downcast eyes of most
was an...

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There I stood, flushed: gripping
a  diaphanous pelvis of his guitar, 
he rips a pulpy drool of velvet notes…
glossy under a roulette of lights,
saucy on the parquet floor upon
an artist's feet :his  body movement 
resembling a twisted weave;  the
bossa nova of high timbre...

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"Another Man’s Treasure"



Jetsam tumbles
broken doorbells
no one
answers
anymore

ironing boards 
pressing to imprint
something of significance
a life, your life
droll and predictable

it all sinks 
to the bottom 
of a bad dream
with yesterday’s 
stale tears

sharp heels
clicking on a parquet floor
like knives ripping words
jagged scratches on old wallpaper
like a warning thrown at...

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The boy gets teased for wearing Holy Keds
And never Michael Jordan tennis shoes.
A field trip for a Friday afternoon:
Today, it’s modern art, the locals’ wing.
Head down, he tags along behind his class.
At least he is polite, his teacher thinks. 
The parquet floor makes crackling under...

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So you took your best shot,
but sadly it rimmed out
Rocket swish arc reached for the brightest star ... 
only to receive 
a missed blastoff launch tipoff  
Got time zone sent       head fake crash landing 
to the parquet floor...

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Red numbers burn 4:04 into the darkness. Moments later, they transform their identity and moan 5:16.  Work begins in three hours and forty-four minutes; three hours and forty-three minutes. 
An uninviting breeze blows through the filmy fabric, interrupting her weary gaze. Tiny defined bumps...

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People say my poetry is mostly doom and gloom
But I’m a funny person and I’ll prove it to you soon
My wit and sharp ripostes are a constant delight
Let’s see if I can tell this story to prove I’m right.

I had three friends who loved booze
And...

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An oil painting wilted;
 abuse has shaped it's rotted form.
 It's been to war
 ...and for too long;
 unrecognizable is the artwork it's suppressed.

 Simply dripping,
 dripping midnight pitch upon the parquet floor;
 oozing and decomposing before the spectators,
 awed by a slow, painful rigormortis....

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There has grown a sports tradition,
On the west side of Chi-town.
Where a theam that played at Roundball,
Had taken man a crown.

From the parquet floor of Boston,
To the Hive down Charlotte way.
Then there's the Garden in New York,
And the Twin City dome where the Timberwolves play.

In...

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Once upon a midnight dreary, while I tapped my keyboard, my eyes bleary
As I tried to write a novel that was no bore
I looked for inspiration, how to avoid clichés temptation
I’d write about rejuvenation—hope for the lonely lass Lenore—
An epic tale of a maiden born...

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She lays on fine velveteen sheath 
a body wrapped in the delicate 
texture of malleable night –

With fondled taps, he pulls
her toward him spilling desire
all over womanly contours -
building up motions --  then to both sigh
upon love’s parquet floor.


June 2nd 2020
Some Kind of Sensual
Nette...

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Let me get  r o m a n t i c,  cross my legs,
pucker my lips, slip into your shadow.
You say, “It’s a bit hot in here,” as I draw near.
You're pulling at your collar, releasing your tie.

My scarf, silkily and seamlessly, slides
onto...

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The teachers’ voices were loud and shrill,
but there was just one message,
“everyone sit still!”,
though it was hard on the parquet floor,
in polyester trousers,
bought the week before,
the first year head took to the stage,
like his long black cloak,
he was from another age,
our welcome to school it...

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If remembering  is hopeless, then it’s time to resign
But its easy to say, than to perform rightly 
Time shifts down slowly, crosses the final line
And red turns to brown, showing its time to flee
Who on earth now desires to die for a consideration
Now art...

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