Best Shellac Poems

Let me walk along the velvet beach,
collecting shells upon crushed stretch.
Sun rearing-up a nine year old — teach 
her to be happy, care-free, an oceanic sketch.

Eyes wide open, examine the gifts of the sea.
Brunette hair cascading over the shoulders.
Her bare feet stride through shifting sands...

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She smiles
and considers the crowd,
all backward somersaulting
detached vagabonds, all,
serious soft smalls revealed -
marshmallows imbued
with the glee of writing 
irregular poetry;
works of art thou art,  
thou art, thou art, all indeed -
and what did Dickinson say,
“the Maples never knew
that you were coming -
I declare, how...

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You want to know what annoyeth me? Let me count the ways!
I could weave a veritable tapestry of all my aggravations, mostly in 
light and deep crimson hues which signify the violence in my Heart.
Easily I could write a novel that reads like a laundry...

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Beautiful Fall day
early December
Temp in 50's
Sun shining bright

Pondering mysteries of life,
romantic relationships---
Daily excursions for salvation
relieve stress, temptations.

Questions in perpetuity
shellac existential driftings
wondering should you follow
your heart or head?

Tumultuous circumstances
elevate biorhythms to
stratospheric levels
as you mellow out

with revelations of Mind Essence
that transcend dreams
masquerading as realities
stumbling through time....

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Now as i weave my poetry, he says to me

"You look good beautiful

From the tips of your fingers to the ends of your nails"


I smile back and continue to my second stanza

I'll give you my beauty for free, i think painfully

If you can erase all...

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I was sitting on the beach enjoying the dawn
When along comes a crab with two fierce pincers drawn
When I shifted off slightly to give him some space
He sat down beside me with pincers retraced.

This fellow was not of the cute well known kind
 But a...

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Hanks of horse tail
Fractured hair
Slipping pegs    and
Rosin dust

Memories of these tunes
I used to play as a kid
Hadn't heard them in many years
One page each    or
Half-a-page
In this book with a blue cover -
'Thirty Violin Pieces You Love To Play' -
Like...

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sitting on the steps
of the Winthrop Baptist Church
observing the trickle
of treasure seekers
poring over the detritus
of trinkets gadgets
broken tools
unfinished projects
games used toys
assembled into a motley melange
best discarded or given away
a boy appears
and sorts through a pile
of dusty 78 rpm records
excited about what mysteries
he might find in...

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Scene
from a
borderless willowed window
frame
one scarlet cigar of sparking neon
smoked on slaplit glass
perhaps
meantime
the cinderous binding frays but
that face carries cities continents constellations
slow shellac sounding significances wrinkling into ivory
leaves of remembrances read over
some text they shared
may be
vellum will fray but
no
not this way.
...

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Sand in my eyes
with the grit and the dust 
and the every reflection of infinite rust
Brown, gold and blue and that beautiful green
Crystalize eyes that have seen what they've seen
Oil the hinges in sockets and pine
Break me and make me
and know that you're mine
Transform your...

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Yesterday, I walked the lane
Where once I lived 
And found my cane
Not yet a cane

But only just a dogwood limb
Barked and petalled still
Lying in the lane
Within a boy's dream

And I thought back then 
When fifteen years were all I had 
To make my cane a...

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Turn around and you’ll see 360 degrees.
Tipsy or dizzy, dazzled and unbalanced.

Jumping over the obvious, skipping.
It’s groovy      how you can can,

over and over again, become one with
       the shellac or polyvinyl.

Its circumference everlasts, but...

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I go about my daily tasks that are necessary
to keep a household humming along smoothly
like the works of the antique clock on my dresser
over a century and a quarter old
The little teeth of the gears interlocking
spinning, turning to keep accurate time
Springs wound taut with a...

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I look at your face and it is all I can do 
Not to keep you forever, as you chase away my blue
I have no idea who put this face on you in the store
But I am severely in love with you forevermore.

Poppy potato, you...

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The company wishes to research an idea.
Creating slotted aluminium frames that 
Would be 18 inches thick centered between
Two areas.the external area would be double 
slotted to house a poly thermal fiberboard which
Is housed behind a weather sealed plyboard. Which would be tightened
A sealed with weather...

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