Best Shelving Poems

They’re drawing the curtains in Dorking,
Lighting the candles and pouring the lotions.
Switching off TV’s and shelving resentments,
Checking on children asleep in the darkness,
Creeping   up hallways   like teenage lovers.
Stairs and hopes creaking in equal measure.

Clothes  are  Falling   in...

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A little ways north of Mill Creek
the beach runs round
to a single wide arcing swath

Where the tide stems landward in shattered segments
fast against the open mouth
of sea and sand and barnacle

There is also a cliff near the free stone rising
above the under-base of a million...

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           Your past, your romantic past, is a shadow. Like all towns, Port Angeles was a combination of rain and clouds, sun and mist, with a chamber of commerce, barrooms and boards of directors, the known and unknown. No one of course is completely unknown. I...

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I Wait With Bated Breath...
(slack jaw froze mine countenance
when eyes blinded with figurative
daggers asper mistakes in original draft,
hence...this flood proof, fire resistant,
and fever reducing error free version.)

(yes...yes...yes, this rhyme
resembles a recent one of mine
     from a previous time,
yet appropriating wands zone...

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She walked into my universe
silently as her lovely smile.
Rarely such beauty is preserved
Bar, perhaps, a Grecian profile:
some alabaster sculptured head
Cold, soulless in a museum
Of a venerable Greek, long dead;
Or maybe an athenaeum
Where I have found her while reading
Looking down at me in the silence
from a...

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A desired flavorsome taste
wanting a cure of a dried out mouth
leading to a mindlessness of waste
liquidly solving a quenching drought

Numbing a charisma of memories
longing for the hazy shades
wiping away loathed theories
a smoldering fetish that slowly fades

A quenched lurch of lust
beggars a sad lonely time
shelving the...

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I’m not sure what’s happening in this country…sometimes I think it’s being overrun by fools…in some states they’re banning books…in my state, Florida, they’re banning talking about gender and sexuality in schools.

While closing up the bookstore the other night I was thinking how crazy can...

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Walking the path each day
introverted thoughts in 
cased in my skull
a boneyard of ebbing 
memories and thought-processes 
back slightly hunched over 
eyes to the ground 
seeing earth, stone 
cracks, grass, flowers 
bird droppings, dog's as well 
dotting the slick 
pavement of repetition 

I occasionally look...

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cravings, like niggling whispers,
flit on covered tables
skitter on the floorboards
shiver nerves like humming cables

racing up my backbone
trembling spinal pathways
as I dive for pantry's knob
in a glucose fired craze

tearing through the shelving
jumping for the flour
cracking eggs like gunshots
batter stacked like sugar'd towers

but wait! oh, no! there's...

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She came in for some groceries
With cane and darkened glasses
Slow the pace and smiling
A Saturday event
Others rushed not knowing
Her need for human comfort
Simple talk and flesh-press
Would keep her smiling yet.
Apartment was a still place
With photos of the loves gone
Figurines of Doulton
Those treasures obsolete
Maidens bright on...

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Here's another straight off the bat,
some people will construde this as rap.
but its much more than that...
Its a window of opportunity,
my own little immunity.
From the disease which is community.
The conformity is overwhelming,
catagorised like shelving.
We can be bought, I'm just delving...
Deeper into the conditioning,
Cos i heard!!...

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Dangling edges
sharpening remarks
spewing anger
seething kettle
whistling tunes
chiming remorse
overflowing bath
steaming kettle
whining brewing
coffees  aromatherapy
sweetening words
silencing librarys
cataloging books
shelving memories
reoccurring nightmares
unfolding pages
turning lies
waiting patiently
sitting under
currents churning
butter spreading
distasteful rumors
floating boats
sinking emotions
erupting fights
unsettling anger
surfacing tears
dropping arms
dealing cards
reading palm 
trees rustling
breeze blowing
bubbles forming
habits repeating
cycles abusing
boundaries encircling
egos clashing
symbols ringing
meaningful sounds
exploding tempers
flaring igniting
fires burning...

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I hear their idle chatter and wish that sound was optional.
A box checked in a menu, a simple click and forget.

The rapid dilation of my pupils brings me back.
Back to hypnotic aisles of temptation and necessity. A selection of the finest they say.

Right there see,...

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Santa was fast asleep in the workshop
When a prankster caused a balloon to POP
It was that naughty elf
Who now sits on a shelf
But can't cause trouble cuz he's just a prop

No others liked that creepy little troll
Shelving him would keep him under control
Mrs. Claus said...

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It could never contain these things inside, 
they amass so high –mountains of them

Whispers from the many who have ventured in,
now silent echoes heard till its rhythm stops

Weakness pays a visit now and then to interrupt
the day to day pulse, adding things to make it...

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