Best Rocker Poems

Grandma's old creaking rocker
is full of memories,
of a girl and grandma talking.
Oh, the weeping within;
Grandma's old creaking rocker.


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August 3, 2015


Poetry/Verse/Grandma's Old Rocker
Copyright Protected, ID 15-696-909-0
All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym.


Written for the contest, A Prized Refrain, 
sponsor, Nette Onclaud

Fifth Place...

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I have a Bentwood Rocker
It's the most cherished thing I own
It is made from the willow branches
of an ancient tree at my grandparent's home.

It embraces me on my back porch
both in the morning and at night
when a pair of cardinals come to visit me
at both...

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Watch out and wait. In fact stop listen and wait. Is that the wailing of a sail sailing by? Of course it is. The fact that an ironed breeze can touch a nautical knot is common knowledge amongst sailors and sailors are neither shaped sharpened...

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A royalty rest for small and big butts ~ everybody can enjoy the ride







 
   07.11.2016
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I may not be happy
with the way things are,
I may express dissatisfaction
In my local bar,
But I refuse to burn down
my street in extreme reaction
to some civil distraction--
seems to me somewhat bizarre.
I must take care of business
in my own neighborhood,
Being no part of any fringe faction.
Give...

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I strapped on a Bass guitar
I'm turning up the speakers 
Headphones covering the ears
Sunglasses are over my eyes
Striking the strings with a pick 
The words flow out of me 
I imagine myself playing in a 
Rock band in a outdoor park 
The crowds are going...

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Cuddling your shawl, Mama, I reach for you each night ...in heaven's rocker.


   ~                             ...

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Grandma's rocker
Grandma would sit on her rocking chair 
Rocking all day long.
The chair was her joy each day.
As she grows old.
She loved to rock on the porch.
As the car drove by she would smile.
Now the rocker is old.
It sets in the cold of the day.
Now...

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The old man still burns wood in his fireplace 
But he doesn’t cut it from the forest anymore 
He buys it from a friend of a friend of his 
And they stack it outside his back door 

His wife passed away six years this April...

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Rock it baby
I wanna hear you sing
fill me baby with all of your sins
dance for me show me your sexy sway
drive me crazy baby with your wicked way
you make me feel alive
''hot hot hot''
I can taste you now
rock it baby till I pop
rock it baby...

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Sitting in my rocking chair
I feel myself relax,
A quality that every couch
Or stool or loveseat lacks.

The gentle back and forth harks back
To infancy, perhaps,
When we were rocked while being fed
In moms' and daddies' laps.

No matter what the reason
There is nothing to compare
To an hour spent...

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So many people,
so many screams,
but there’s not a single six string
on the damn TV.

People they love me,
they tell me so,
but you’ll never hear our single
on the damn radio.

Know I’m not passing
or fading away,
have no illusions
when I come to play.
When this gets a moving,
when we shake...

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on tour, gone to the mountain, raising the roof,

keeping time w/ the music of the spheres;

down that old, ecstatic, out-of-the Way-

honky tonk highway,

a star blazing brighter

in the mystery of the night

in the heart of the desert.


***


(Usury is dead, not God.

There're no bloodied, dancing bears

in the...

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silver hair and drabby clothes
looking rather shabby, drabby and old
eyes full of wisdom stories to tell
that would take you to heaven but could finish in hell

hes a hard rockers whose lived a life
who fought by the sword but never died by the knife
hes a hard...

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I have set in this corner too long it’s true
My hand rails are polished to a light umber hue
My spines have come loose, but they just need some glue
And my cushions have faded from a deep royal blue

Left in the old shed, away I’ve been...

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