Best Piece Of Furniture Poems

From here to wherever, I'll follow a yard sale sign,
it's a past time endeavor, for my collective state of mind,
I may buy some furniture, or a trinket for a dime,
yard saling is a pleasure, yes, a personal hobby of mine,

Yea, I'm a yard sale cowboy,...

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My heart has accepted every piece of furniture
you have brought in and hoarded, polished and stored, 
for show or hidden in the attic of cerebral storage. 

Cobwebs draped the entrances I walked through
without wincing, chasing extinguishing light…
gold tarnishing possibilities that I found invaluable....

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Joy dances in even to the bereft
She cracks my frown with a tango
Then she leaves my house swept

Joy is a hummingbird trapped indoors
Her iridescence lights up all my grime
Usher her out before I’m enamored

But, happiness is like fish overstayed
His cloying perfume overpowered
He is a rhino...

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Every piece of furniture reminds her of him.
She picks up the phone.
To tell him something funny.
To get his reactions.
To hear his voice.

Every glance out the window is a memory.
She picks up the phone
To feel his smile
To hear him laugh at the same time
To explain her...

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The Ash Can  ©

I got the call on Sunday night.  I was traveling on business.  When I looked at the caller ID
 I wondered why my husband’s boss would be calling me.  I was unprepared for what
 he told me and...

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"The Odyssey, First Steps"

"You’re just like a doll...
you're like a doll,
in a dream", he said,

I nod, up then down,
as if my head moves
by puppet master

I turn with the strings
like a piece of furniture
facing East door, then,

the ghost in me arises 
from its chair 
and like...

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Every piece of furniture I am becoming attached
Is that possible?
Nah cannot be
You cannot become attached to things - personal things
Just like you cannot become attached to people
I am tired of being the mannequin
Guinea pig - whatever you call it
For God to try His hands on
I...

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Metaphor of outrage, Translation of Carlos Bousono’s poem : Metafora del desafuero

			                    ( In celebration of a birthday)
        ...

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I may be no linguistic superstar
 Or bachelor,master, doctor of languages
 But i'll have you know
 I've performed my works on many occasions
 To cats, dogs, trees and miscellaneous flora
 All of whom showed quiet
 Appreciation
 And genuine interest 
In what I had to say
...

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There once was a gentle man so humble before all
who were common and before all who were great.
Never did He bow down before man nor worldly kings.
This one man talked about what true love is... not about politics.

This man who stepped down here below became...

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I am a Savonarola chair
carved from discarded 
remnants of cedar and birch that
littered our backyard - 
waiting to be burned
or broken by a trespasser’s hands, 
or tended to by the warm touch
of a gardener’s natural instinct; 
an individual 
who values growth 
and prosperity.

I am an...

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A dusty, wooden table, painted a vibrant
red, stands alone in a vacant ole'
farmhouse kitchen.  Nearby is a
window sporting many panes of 
broken glass, allowing vivid sunlight 
to filter throughout this rotting structure.

A large jar adorns this wobbly 
legged piece of furniture.
A brown wilted vine...

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So Hey out there!   Yes You!  
 You with that day to day job, that day to day life and those hidden fears of Death, Failure, Sex,or whatever 
(Whatevers can catch you sleeping)
     What are you doing about...

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(More Pun-ishment)

The difference between a Fine and a Tax
is really easy to tell!
A Fine is a tax, for doing wrong!
A Tax is a fine, for doing well!

If life gives you lemons, make lemonade,
I once heard someone say.
Find someone whose life gave them, Vodka'
then you two...

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The lock clicks,
And the apartment is left lifeless.
Each piece of furniture lining the walls,
Is lifeless under winters' creeping touch.
The T.V. was left on,
Playing reruns of "Dukes of Hazard".
Silently it flashes in the background.
A blanket is unfolded on the tannish stained couch,
And a pillow rests near...

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