Best Upholstery Poems
I am but a slave among lives hidden features
Who cares what I crave midst these two-legged creatures
I crave superb polish and fine furniture wax
Extremely strong wood glue and upholstery tacks
To be moved more toward the shade and less in the sun
To have a tung oil bath, ah, now that would be fun
I crave to be gently rocked and read to again
Like when grandpa was alive and Jimmy was ten
But most of all to stay in my room at the keep
And be warmed by the fire until I fall asleep
Categories:
upholstery, desire, fantasy, house, imagination,
Form:
Personification
Written, September 13, 2024
For the I Form - Imagism Poetry Contest
Sponsor, Constance La France
Quote: Childhood is the most beautiful of all life's seasons." By Poet
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The sight of the emerald lawn is exquisite_
lavender and azure threads intertwine,
elegantly placed in lines of budding leaves,
and young kids play and race with endless zest,
their upholstery is spread out in the yard.
And boxes laden with meals that Mama stuffed,
between biscuits, milk, cheese, jelly, and loaf,
Sunday outdoor activities are unforgettable.
Categories:
upholstery, appreciation, childhood,
Form:
Imagism
I am in love
With poetry
With flowers and pastry
And talents and upholstery
I am in love
With the soil and sky
And mountains very high
And winds and breeze that blows with style
I am in love
With the gyrating wormhole
And the timed UFOs
And the vibrations and the poles
I am in love
With the cloud and rains
And storms of gushes running the drain
And the visions on plain
I am in love
With the altitudes
And intense pretense of attitudes
And the emptiness of solitude
I am in love
With you and you only
And your scent which is holy
And your gaits which describe you wholely
I am in love
With none but you
And your words which are true
And your simple world too.
Categories:
upholstery, beautiful,
Form:
Free verse
Written: December 11, 2024, for contest Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
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When dusk strikes, the magic swirls,
In the grasp of dawn, a wispy heart twirls.
The shades waltz as a painter brush whirls,
In a vacuum night, dream faintly furls.
We whimsey we'd catch the rainbow past,
Ride the wind whispers in a peaceful blast.
Sail aboard ships of wonder over skies so vast,
Still, life's intricate yarn holds shadows cast.
With each glitter and moonbeam embrace,
Warm mutters soothe, eradicating the trace.
A crystalline elixir, hope unending grace,
In a chaotic world, I'll waltz amid the space.
So hear the moon croon, as the world feels right,
Through lilac and lavender, our hopes bear flight.
In the bittersweet dance of our love’s pure light,
We embrace the shades, and in time, we unite.
From periwinkle skies, where stars softly bite,
To obsidian hoops, in the gloom of the night.
The elixir of life offers sweet, gentle height,
And while sunrise glows, we dream in spite.
The crimson and green, in dawn’s golden light,
As hope drips from vials, crystalline and bright.
With each ebbing moment, pain feels contrite,
Yet dreams linger on, with a soft, tender bite.
So bless me, as the dawn’s light breaks,
With glimmers of hope that the dawn makes.
In every hue, from crimson to blue ice flakes,
A kaleidoscope of dreams, pure and slake.
From blue skies to lavender pillows,
I shall find my path home by shadows.
In this upholstery of wonderful bliss,
So bless me, bless me, with dawn kiss.
Categories:
upholstery, analogy, appreciation, rainbow,
Form:
Monorhyme
Why, oh why can't I deny
That the ones I love
Are causing my soul's hope to die,
But will you ever see it from my point of view
Or will you always consider my treasures
Were stored up for your constant abuse,
I graced your existence with the glistening seas
Provided you with an upholstery of richly colored trees
What more could I give to satisfy your needs?
You greed became a mockery to my dreams,
My toil and my labour expressed a love pure and true
Why can't you understand I created all things for you?
And though I hurt to see your apathy towards me
It is my overindulgence of you over the years
That has made this monster, Climate Change, roam free.
Categories:
upholstery, beauty, cry, earth, earth
Form:
Light Verse
When I step inside your twisted reality ...
this is what my spiritual eyes see,
your soul revealed in it's totality
A scaly skin of self-serving morality ...
you always ask, what's in it for me,
what can you do for me materially?
Got emotional raging volcanity ...
spewing verbal pyroclastic debris,
you say you only speak Pompeiiese
With your serpentine smug urbanity ...
prefer a gated community,
only mingles with high society
Spread suburban mundanity ...
selling cookie-cutter, debt prison housing to families
with furnishings of faux upholstery
Invest in commercialism inanity ...
everything must be sold is your belief,
even used products with expired warranties
Keep a get-rich-quick mentality ...
you think everybody envies a successful thief,
need only confess to your corporate priest
Suited sharks all have an aggressive vitality ...
eat or be eaten is the mindset to be beastly,
you pick the bones clean with ravenous mendacity
Hiding your lewdness in the cloak of formality ...
giving gluttonous divinations at pagan feasts,
your rented body is the patron jinn of soiled sheets
Cutting all soft hearts with the blade of hard brutality ...
unlock the cages of your rapacious menagerie,
killing souls has been your most primal urgency
Tampered traffic lights creates a mass fatality ...
your hand pushes the button and turn the key,
creating carnage for all to witness your legacy
You pepper life-and-death stakes with vile profanity ...
a seasoned, master provocateur you be,
poisoning the minds with rancid digital obscenity
Rejecting all that is good for humanity ...
cursing the fruit of the life-giving tree,
you rage against the people of the holy
Time to step outside of your straight-jacket insanity ...
the evil that lives within the madness of your psyche
The truth of the cosmos shall consume you utterly
This poem is submitted to:
Contest: Word Challenge
Sponsor: Silent One
Date: 01-30-17
Categories:
upholstery, corruption, dark, hate, metaphor,
Form:
Verse
(how well I could play)
in a straight forward way;
simplifying it, making it more pure
in a clear sound, turning it up
and bearing down...
there'd be distortion, red-anger, punk-blue,
get it up tough, keep it going,
'cause I didn't know what else to do.
at fifteen I was unreasonably accomplished
with those long dynamic echo-delayed riffs;
at eleven I was sleeping in the back of a car
surrounded by books an amp and a guitar,
rolling around with the sound of
a welt chord, a grace note, Henry Miller and Nietzsche;
laying-down these upholstery-songs in the summer of seventy-eight
where reverb was explored beyond the return of counter-culture,
going 'round the bend, headed in a back-words direction again
Categories:
upholstery, allegory, art, childhood, life,
Form:
Free verse
Ruminating over a golden era gone by and over possessiveness filled me with nostalgia
Ultimate luxury of vying for a car as well as owning a chauffeur driven one was
Sadly for the migrated rulers who ruled over another dynasty across oceans
The massive Ford drove into grandpa's driveway in the early forties
Exactly thirty years later it stood dark, forlorn, inviting rust under the banyan tree
Devoid of its master whose ashes were bestrewn within the old British Raj bungalow
Benign weather peeled off layers of its glossy makeup despite its bare upkeep; our
Undulating frustration as it drank too many gallons; moleskin upholstery on bucketed
Seats laid bare its withered ribs, spouting foul smell in rain and sun; the rolling
Tyres busted for the wheels didn't spin down the familiar roads along the hill; our
Eyes got sore at its lost lustre while we heaved deep sighs at its opulent maintenance
Divine providence intervened to refurbish the vintage for glorious view in the Museum
Contest Judged on June 26, 2016
July 1, 2016
For Broken Wings
Contest: I Got Zero, Nothing, Nada - 1
*Migrated rulers refer to the British rule in India
Categories:
upholstery, absence, car, care, death,
Form:
Acrostic
Here's a good bit of news,
that I just discovered!
A guy fell into an upholstery machine,
but is now fully "recovered"!
This is more useless info,
I came across a week ago!
Atheism, is a "Non-Prophet organization"!
Just in case you didn't know!
Someone made a query,
just the other day!
"Where do you find giant snails?"
"At the end of the giants fingers," they say!
A fellow was a little thirsty one night.
So, he stopped by his usual stop!
All of a sudden, a skeleton walks in!
He says "I'll have a beer, and a mop!"
For years no one could tell me,
but I finally got my wish!
"What do call a fish with no eyes"?
The answer is, "a fsh!"
A recent invention is great!
The inventor, is quite an achiever.
It cuts four loaves of bread simultaneously,
it's called, A Four-Loaf Cleaver!
Sorry folks, that's enough punishment for now - Sorry!
Categories:
upholstery, funny,
Form:
Rhyme
Hello madam, and welcome to our place of business.
Is there any way that I can be of assistance?
We have a huge selection of cars both used and new.
Chances are we have the right one on the lot for you.
We sell and service cars from the best automaker.
One with a long and storied past, it’s Studebaker!
If you don’t readily see what you are looking for,
we have some in the back lot; or we can order more.
You’ve heard all about the financial difficulty
that’s been plaguing this automotive company.
Let me tell you, in this year of nineteen sixty-three,
you will never buy a car of greater quality.
Don’t you just love the smell of brand new upholstery?
With the range of our models, we have variety.
“Gran Turismo Hawk” is top of the line luxury.
We have the low-priced “Lark” if you want economy.
But take a look at the company’s latest entry,
it’s a sporty new coupe that is known as “Avanti”.
This innovative family sports car is so great.
It has a powerful two eighty-nine cubes V-8!
It can generate almost three hundred horsepower
with the optional latest Paxton supercharger.
It can move at one hundred fifty miles an hour!
Its body is made of lightweight rustproof fiberglass.
It’s the sportiest vehicle that has the most class!
Madam, I’ll tell you, this is the one you’ll love, no doubt.
We saw you walk in, and we want to see you drive out!
Our prices are lowest. They won’t be staying that way.
Why wait? We can make you a terrific deal today.
When you drive up to your friends, you know what they will say?
“Wow, what a beautiful car, I’m getting one today!”
Categories:
upholstery, business, history, nostalgia, car,
Form:
Rhyme
A sleeping beast
Or winged messenger from God
Lays its quicksand of the truth
And I am spat like a petal from some nameless bloody heart
A constant question of the proof
I scratch in complacent deals
With my fellow’s skin and drone predators
While living in the fields
A cauldron drips
These poppies fix
A soldiers boot
Addiction is
The needle spent is where I live
But faith can be
Such a fickle masturbation of sentiment
Did I nail myself onto the wood
In scarlet scars through shrinking palms
Sacrifice my history
So they could write a misshapen allegory
So they could rest their scraps
In painted psalms of papier-mâché
None of it was me
I was not born to be
An asset
Of their delinquency
Did I lay myself out in love
To hang there torn upon the cross
A plush riddle in comforts upholstery
The benediction of their ease
The filthy placebo of their greed
In the ragged bones I fall to earth
In the moist illusion of the dust
With this wretched taste of famine in my throat
Am I the benediction of their greed
The filthy placebo of their disease
A nameless child who scavenges
For every single breath
As I lay here in the dirt
And in the gluttony of the church
And so for pities sake
Just one more obloquy of prayer
In the chronicle of remembrance
Or sleeping angel
A winged beast sent from the savage eye of God
Lays in the quicksand of the truth
Spat from a stinking petal
Of some cringing bloody heart
And I will gather here a while
The meagre scraps of dust and earth
A constant question of the proof
Categories:
upholstery, timegod, prayer, god, riddle,
Form:
Free verse
My first husband
Wore out the arms of his chair
Digging his elbows
Into the soft upholstery
Of our marriage.
I made bright covers with
The fabric of family life
Home, children, pets
But the damage smouldered.
I bought new chairs
To fill the empty rooms
Of divorce and loneliness
But missed the old upholstery.
My second husband
Came with a brand new suite
Cushioned with conformity
It felt comfy and safe.
.
Categories:
upholstery, marriage,
Form:
Ode
Jealous, Jealous, Jealous
The swiftness of the Vessa just killed me,
That speed and the grandeur of the seat,
The frame’s shine and the four wheels free,
The maroon leather upholstery neat.
The diagonal pattern on the seat and back,
Which made diamond shapes all over,
Reminded me of Pringles golf wear sack,
That sportsmen buy, their goods designer.
The prestige of owning one was immense,
A Vessa with thin black joystick, gray box,
Orange on/off button for your own sense,
To use wisely to be the batteries’ prox.
That privilege, that air that they all held,
Even made their severe disabilities trivial,
Counted them as people who so gelled,
With normality, the cool and the convivial.
I couldn’t walk at all well, sore feet often,
And in Primary Two asked of my physio,
That she give me in order to cheer, soften,
An electric wheelchair for my portfolio.
I wasn’t asking for a Vessa, not at all,
Just a Bec, ‘cos that could be anyone’s
They were blue, just for indoors, did stall,
And there were some just sat there, tuns.
My feet got sore and I was badly in pain,
Because mum insisted on Clarks shoes,
Old fashioned, hard, so I did complain,
Ås I saw trainers that would fit my toes,
My mum’s strict faith said no to sense,
No to love and yes to abuse, I’d loose,
So I explained to my physio, no nonsense,
That Christianity meant my pain, choose.
My mum thought trainers were worldly,
Demonic, non-Christian, rough and sinful,
But I didn’t know my credibility fully,
And so my physio said no more mouthful.
I knew it would’ve given me a life,
A mouth, a mode that could let me talk,
‘Cos I couldn’t talk and walk, my strife,
Together, simultaneously, talk and walk.
So at school I was always jealous,
Of those with a Vessa who got respect,
From every staff member zealous,
To enhance their freedom prospect.
I got my Vessa at university, shiney,
But I saw it rationally and with thought,
Understood something had blatantly,
Gone wrong, since it I’d only just bought.
But I appreciated my Vessa so much,
At Uni, no-one knew the status or fuss,
That’d been attached to it, not to touch,
At my special school, uh ha, for all of us.
Categories:
upholstery, caregiving, child abuse, education,
Form:
Quatrain
A body of chipped paint and red rust,
A weathered windshield under the dust
Steering wheel aims in one last turn,
Dashboard suffers from many a sunburn
Her cracked mirrors are still adjusted,
Her upholstery is worn out and busted
Seats tilted since the last time driven,
Still positioned in an adjustment given
Smashed headlights and dull chrome,
Flat tires sunken into her final home
Once a brand new beauty, now, junk,
Only memories fill the empty trunk
The road trips taken across the nation,
Radio's still tuned to a favorite station
She's over the hill and forced to stay,
As yesterday's joyride eases into decay.
Categories:
upholstery, age, car, fate, for
Form:
Couplet
Just an ordinary chair
siting by the wall
rocking back and forth so slowly
yet not going anywhere at all
plain brown upholstery
with a handle on its side
and simple standard stitching
where loose change goes to hide
sagging seats and stains
and faded fabric around
it's really a surprise
it hasn't fallen to the ground
just an ordinary chair
is all that people see
but because of who sat there
it means so much to me
Categories:
upholstery, feelings,
Form:
Lyric