Best Varnish Poems

Hello there, do please come inside- no need to wipe your feet
excuse the mess, I fear you'll find it isn't very neat.
This place is always...

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Pull out the easel
   set the canvas 
    positioned long and slender clean slate.
Sketch the figures huddled and dark-bound hostage
...

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When June emerges through its gentle rise
The cloak  of sunshine bares an amber tint;
Glimmering on our lush fields,  that reprise
A varnish of leaves,...

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Don't fall through the cracks,
through the floorboards
past the pipes
hot water hissing
grey metallic stun gun dull.
Don't land on the basement steps,
slipping on down
bumping the back bone
breaking...

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Today, meandering through the clutter of the local antique store,
I almost tripped and fell over an object partially hidden on the floor!
My hands came to...

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The old upright piano sits flush against the wall,
has been hushed into silence, out on the sun porch 
Ignored, neglected, but standing erect 
I can...

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Canticle of merriment
rings out the silver of bells
a tingle, a jingle chiming
wispy notes across frosty mist,
as hands clasp with a pealed language
warbling the same holiday...

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HIV Positive

I am HIV positive that I know,
But I will exercise my civic right,
As my blood continues to flow,
For my views to be heard I...

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Starry skies over Damascus

Like a star chart for the
bomber pilots eating
Milky Ways and lives
Chocolate in the desert
for desert in consumption

The poem could stop here
its pretty...

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There is a big Eucalyptus tree right behind where I live
The trunk is large, with the branches straight and long
When the Arizona Sun is blazing...

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They are like two beam lights that claim the stage 
on a hot summer eve in the middle of a makeshift 
floor parkette made of...

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Long has it been maintained,
writing sprang from economic drive and need,
seeing as the cuneiform tablets
were soon interpreted with worldly eyes.

But economics is a stylus scratching...

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Currents
by Michael R. Burch

How can I write and not be true
to the rhythm that wells within?
How can the ocean not be blue,
not buck with the...

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It's tucked beneath trees, as the leaves dwindle down
The varnish has faded, but the seat is quite sound.
Clouds cover the sunlight, that begs to pour...

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If you see
   a man opens
     the car door 
       for a woman...

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