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Bookshelf

Biographies of different kinds
Orwell with Atwood, intertwined
Old books, new books, a thousand rhymes
Keeping their words, holding those lines
Singing caged birds, sit whistling chimes
Histories, mysteries, marking time
Every volume, fixed on my mind
Lexicons, for a world we can't find
Fact versus fiction, yours and mine.

The Cloudy Bookshelf

When that storm arrived,
the entire congregation 
in genuflection 
knelt before 
Her poetic prayers,
they saw themselves shining,
eventually, in Her reflection 

scandalously quiet 
like perculating thunder, 
their minds cracking open,
their whole chicken little sky 
falling closer ever inward 
whipping sharp luminescent veins, 
a lightening of sorts, on the unheated marked all,

woke a different kind of Light 

pulsing

Bookshelf Brags a Bit

Bookshelf was bragging a little bit
Plants love my shelves!
End table had a hissy fit.
observed by three elves.

Why do you brag like this? She angrily said.
Irritated because her orchid plant was terribly dead.

Bookshelf had a bit of a secret too.
Plants that loved him were the ones that do….
Like living in the shadows, no sunlight hue.

He did

An Ode To My Bookshelf

Custodian of nostalgic memories,
I cannot help but glance at it everyday,
for it holds in its fold nearly forgotten stories,
that in the distant past used to make my heart sway,
now awaiting the urge within my soul to recreate 
and so relive the charm of mystical echoes,
that here and now I may again celebrate
highs of yesteryears as

Bookshelf

woah! look at that bookshelf,
it's split into three sections,
how convenient,
there's a politics section, a sports section, and a fiction section,
some of the books look quite interesting,
I'd steer clear of the Hillary Clinton book though,
she can go die in a hole,
(maybe that's a bit harsh. I don't personally know her after all.)

Ghosts of the Album

Like spider silk woven into human form.
gliding in the air as it moves and beckons.
grasping the metal of an old light pole.
Head turning and seeming to look at me.

I ask, if you ever came back to us again,
how annoyed would you be at the traffic?
Would you enjoy our precious cellphones,
or perhaps you'd find them an

Endless Bookshelf of Emotions

Deep inside you will never find.
The darkest moments inside your mind.
Like a thousand books of emotions.
A mind full of love pain happy sad potions.  
As we Try to talk before you walk. 
But as we grow it is all erased just like chalk.
The tears the hurt the pain.
All attached to you like a mental

Bookshelf Breakout

The ancient cracking bookcase stuttered
Books trembled upon the shelves,
Then scattering across the rug bound floor
Where they took up new residence.

Those left in the bookshelf
started to rock back and forth
hoping to join the colonials on the floor.

Taking Down a Bookshelf

The authors
blink only when looked at,
they recall for you
a story, perhaps a tale half-read.

One book lifted,
pages fly between thoughts,
a few scrapes of knowledge 
peck and preen again.
Phrases return
demanding still to be displayed
though rarely used.

There are mystic scriptures
that hover between
fiction and non-fiction.
I imagine temple beasts 
still guarding them.
I overreach,
shake this collected tree of knowledge.
Books fall, some

A Eulogy For My Bookshelf

It all started with Rowling and Gandhi but you wanted more. Remember when Paulo Coelho joined in and brought Milton along with him. Wasn't that a party. You started craving attention and soon this family added Orwell, Kafka, Dostoyevsky and Plato. 

It all started with a water chestnut wooden emptiness. But there were no bounds

Ode To My Bookshelf Filled With Unread Books

ode to my book shelfs filled with unread books

My house is filled with books
thousands of books
old books mostly
lots of musty classic books
lots of poetry books
lots of how to do it books
lots of history books
lots of thrillers, SF books
so many books
and they  are my friends, these books
calling me to read my books
as if I had

The God's Bookshelf

The poets are the quills of God. The quills
write down the masterpieces that cause chills
along the spine, goosebumps, tears of the pleasure
in godly rhymes that feed into the treasure
of poetry. The quills write down as well
the platitudes, the clichés that, to tell
the truth, are different on spelling only.
The countless graphomaniacs and the lonely
true poets who,

Bookshelf

a home for stories 
blankets of dust on some
the likes of Carroll, Poe, and Hemingway
all within reach of twelve year old me
whose feet were planted squarely
whose mind was planted elsewhere 
in my room just down the hall
from the loving demons of our past

these travels along literary highways 
by fingers that struggled with the logic
behind cleaning

The Hobbit On My Bookshelf

When my parents
returned from England 
   They brought me 
a leather bound copy of the Hobbit
    Now it sits proudly 
on my bookshelf 
   What a fantastic story!
Full of hobbits, dwarves, goblins
    wizards, orcs . giant spiders, 
elves and Beornings
    Imagination is

Bookshelf

So many friends live side by side
Here on my bookshelf
Sweet stature and pride
To help me conquer self.


Over the years a growing pile
Loitering patiently
Anxious to prime fine style
Swiftly and most surely.


My mental diet of food for thought
Is a daily intake
Authored by minds that plot
Feelings and thinking breaks.


So many clever minds live here
In pages that reveal
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