Best Shed Poems

between the plant pots and the trays
the cobwebs had seen better days
and for all the wood and damp and soil
the smell was one of paint and oil 
as flies and wasps lying in state
were curled up past their fly-by-date
and nails and screws and metal hooks
shared...

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I'll bet this set of rusty shears have a story they could tell,
of the loneliness and broken backs in a land that's hot as hell,
where hopes and dreams mirrored lives that these shearers led,
here among the ruins of an outback-shearing shed.

I'll bet this set of...

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Ronald was a tough old ram, the biggest of his breed
Daniel was a clipperman, renowned of shearing deed
Many sheep were sheared that day and woolless they had fled
Before those two met in affray and battled in the shed!

Ronald, he had seen old Wallace wrestled to...

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Peel 'em and eat 'em,
All you want.
To yo table straight from da Gulf.

Cooked wit corn and taters
an' sausage dat's smoked.
Buy 'em today while we're stoked.

Paw Paw caught 'em in his lil shrimpboat.
Maw Maw cooked 'em in dat big 'o black pot
outside on da fire dat...

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THE SHED  

Down there in the shed I know,
There is something that I need.
I haven’t seen it now for ages, 
But I know it’ll do the deed.

Whether it's a bit of steel that’s,
Sort of,  shaped like this.
Or    a little plastic...

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Oh how he watches me in the shadow of his tree,
strong, bold and blocking out the glare of the sun.
He claims I shine like the stars, the moon, brighter than them all, 
A blazing comet, a speeding fireball.
He stands close and my sparks ignite a...

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                    Oh yes
I recall the shed to this day
    the scent of old wood 
       ...

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Will Shed a Tear

Woke up this morning to a new dawn;
Looked outside and Autumn had gone
Winter was here and the wind did blow
Then everything was covered with snow.

Old year had gone and new one neared
Following Autumn that had disappeared
With colorful leafs beautiful had been
Soon will...

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We purchased a shed for our yard.
To fill it was not very hard -
The sleds and the bikes
And the things no one likes
With a flimsy old lock standing guard.

To mice, it's a winter retreat 
And last summer, we thought it was neat
When a fox made...

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Candlelight flickering waves on skin
shadows on tile in dance begin
artistic motion of lathered emotion
flame soft caressing the fuse of explosion

Lotioned bubbles being spread with care
glistening reflections we each to share
mirrored beauty of love to drip
humming sensations brought forth from lips

Meltdown will happen to candle before
these...

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Welcome friends, I know you will be most excited
with tonight's special guest that we have invited.

So, let's give a round of applause and a cheer.
Punctuation's star, Exclamation Point, is here.
  
Welcome.  It's good to see you, Exclamation Point.
Yes!  Let's do it, Johnny!  I just got out of...

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My son is out fixing up the shed.
Winter is coming on. Needed doing he said.
He had the time and the bound-to’s.
I’m not used to this thought process, I’m not. Not from a child.

I watch him for a while.
Opening and closing gates as needed.
The dust, sifted...

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A ball of twine, a washing line
A bag of peat, an old dust sheet
A rope
Some wire
An old flat tyre
A roller-skate, a garden gate

Some dry grass seed, a millipede
A sack of sand, one glove, left hand
A torch 
A mallet
A painters pallet
A cracked fish tank, a broken...

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The yards behind the shearing shed are overgrown with grass
And the fence posts look a little worse for wear
There’s cobwebs on the tractors that are sitting all forlorn
And a farm cat snoozes gently on a chair

The boards have not been trodden by a shearer’s boot...

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“I came to America because I heard the streets were paved with gold. When I got here, found out three things: First, the streets weren’t paved with gold; second, they weren’t paved at all: and third, I was expected to pave them.”- Elis Island witness...

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