Chairs Poems - Poems about Chairs

Depression is one of those empty chairs. Sit on a chair, empty except for my body. I’m here! In an auditorium. Suddenly, there’s other people clapping all around. Depression is one of those people. Maybe me. Clapping slowly, hoping no one notices. Sit in a chair. Everyone is clapping for me. As I walk toward the...

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I ran downstairs to play musical chairs - how I do recall! I kept repeating changing seating 'til there were none at all....

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A long life can be a blessing tinged in blue you may end up in a garish room a narrow bed -a communal latrine at the end of a one-candle hallway. With very few friends left, if any loves scattered about like gold flake in drought. If they lived next door, they'd rarely visit anyhow... The living do not fancy the foothills...

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If lower court grants bail one day, High court stays, saying oh, no way, Ah with judicial airs Courts play musical chairs, And the top court then stays the stay. Too bad, justice delayed When weighed, weighed and reweighed, Perfection still remains at bay. _______________________________ Happenings |05.07.2024| justice Poet’s note: And this ditty wonders if the country (and the world as well) is aware...

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Family is like Table and chairs, one missing Is sadness to all....

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I was wondering what a painting about one of my poems look like Grimly gathering of gnarly letters So take this one would it slipperyness of eels in heels Would my light one haze of neon faze Would oil slick inks hint of tyres hanging cliff Stuck between being and bee spell Check one Czech too slathering like squidwards tongue Could you imagine if...

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I was wondering what a painting about one of my poems look like Grimly gathering of gnarly letters So take this one would it slipperyness of eels in heels Would my light one haze of neon faze Would oil slick inks hint of tyres hanging cliff Stuck between being and bee spell Check one Czech too slathering like squidwards tongue Could you imagine if...

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chairs makers depend on cow oak and co-workers painting comes later ...

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Janet did not know how well her boyfriend would do with her daughter. She kept them separate until she was sure he might be “the one”. Daisy, at four, did not need to fall in love with someone who might leave. She had lost her own father, a man who died of cancer in two months. Tom loved children,...

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If you have bridge chairs, playing bridge Is not their only use. Try mah jongg or canasta - Any game needs no excuse. Or set them up for extra guests So everyone can sit, Especially if there’s A fold-up table where they’ll fit. The same goes for a coffee cup, For cocoa or some tea Can fill it up as well as java - Wouldn’t you...

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What I appreciate about playing musical chairs This game is less about sitting around in chairs and more about the traumatic absence of safe secure chairs And these chairs are silent as a conspiracy; not the least bit musical, as curiously advertised. What I like about musicals Song and dance musicals re-image re-frame sacred liturgical refrains, ancient sensory investment strains and quieter gospel remains Not LeftBrain dominant...

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Oh, most precious were the hours we shared But they are now gone, and I can no longer benefit from their experience, but in the eyes of my heart and mind, they still sit so stately at my window. It was as if they waited for me each morning, and I longed to be cushioned and folded into their strong...

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two white chairs sit waiting for the newlyweds in cabin sixty-two they sleep late, most of us early risers now realize gorgeous Bahama waters are bright turquoise this morning tasty bacon smells waft from the D’Agosto family’s cottage nature's calmness oozes in well with the Zen ambiance of whiteness white sky, white chairs, white sand, and therefore paper-white bleach. I am...

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Jonah, please, tell me more. You serve your story raw: Details that won’t ears bore… Once your fine shirt I tore: Your suspense did me floor, When gaped I had my jaw… Had The Priest first hands swung And hit Catechist’s left lung? Who’d called other’s wife “Whore” And who “An Open Door”? Were chairs at The Priest flung And out The Catechist slung? You make larger...

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superficial courtesies hollow social chatter mundane inanities are so wearisome let’s go extempore rid of habit patterns free from all bondage in communion with soul 16-January-2023...

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