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
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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...

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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...

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Sue dated an old bloke called Darren
He said surgery'd made him barren
But one errant sperm
Escaped from his ‘worm’
Now Sue’s had a baby named Sharon!

05~24~17

WRITTEN BY...

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They broke the news 
to me today 
    That my friend - who loved rock and roll 
    ...

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The sun poured through the window of my attic room,
      shafts of sunlight- spotlights on the wood floor;
I got out...

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Shrub leaves lie curled in the dormant yard;
Trees shiver in their nakedness
As a crisp autumn wind exhales
Into the barren night sky.

On the corner of Walnut...

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Do you ever say
                  Hey Doc, would you...

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You might take this with a grain of salt
Knowing I heard it on the grape vine
Why they let the cat out of the bag
I'd say...

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There is adventure, just waiting, as I open the door
A tiny bell sings a tinkle, (old lyrics, perhaps) 
To a place of discovery... inviting me...

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If you look deep into these sad hazel eyes
You'll see a man tormented mirrored in the sands of time
Clinging to the last strand of sanity...

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I sat in a porch rocker and looked
Watching star bursts of wonder
Sparks with flair in the evening sky
Streams of light moving in splendor
So beautiful one...

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In my living room, 
i am curled into a cedar rocker
listening to the spring rain
on my roof.
sipping on spidersilk chai,
webbing grasping onto 
the ceramic rim...

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The melancholy way she twists her tresses.
Brilliantly, seductively blond; forever mad.
The pallor of her face, her wail expresses.

Off and on her rocker, the specter confesses,
But...

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I’ll be your.
Punk princess; who gets what she wants. 
Dark angel; that dresses in dark clothes.
Juggalette; who will stand by her Juggalo.
Rebel; who don’t listen...

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