Collectors Poems - Poems about Collectors

Patience meets a quietude of Rosewood, a quill twixt fingers, held in the left hand. The trophy collector shares his boyhood, as a quill fairs right assign no men's land. A quill twixt fingers, held in the left hand. A hallway clock grows in the midday sun, as a quill fairs right assign no men's land. Two men stand, no one out,...

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"The Collectors" a kiss spreads its alms warmth on cold lips Love comes to collect the eyes tell a story the messengers opened an untold mystery passing the plate the collection the black swan awaits veiled proverbs watching 3 fates (LadyLabyrinth / 2023) vcb-ljb mlb, klb, llb ...

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Military gear ~ Table to table veterans Search out memories. For James H. Beachboard 1928-2011 USMC 1947-1951 One of the Chosin Few Battle of the Chosin Reservoir, North Korea, 1950 britannica.com/event/Battle-of-the-Chosin-Reservoir...

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~Comment Collectors~ Just forge ahead when things are so dark! Number of comments, do not a good poet make into a lyrical lark. Many comment just to be top on the Community Board for heavens sake. Thinking applause from big numbers must make me important, big time! What a fake! Read the comments, some as are empty as shells. Some full of speciicity, I...

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We are all collectors; storing images and sounds as museums their acquisitions, and conductors, their array of scintillating voices…. Some we obtain for profit and some to simply enjoy-- a lovely face with charming grace--a lyrical smile with eyes that beguile-- the roaring wind stripping trees and flattening fields—amazing how many worlds a heart can hold--or vanquish in an instant of rage....

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Wife, children, lovers, debt collectors they are. They collect without receipts, spend without budgeting....

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Bill collecting creditors can be just like predators....

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People who collect marbles also collect like terms. These people may collect unemployment in Florida as well. Trailing starboard they collect flotsam stored in their pockets, as they converse and philosophize with living plastic flamingos. People who collect English dining ware also collect dust. Their collective unconscious has forgotten paradise. They have all left Eden to watch the antique...

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The cares of the world, are weighing me down. To the point, that I wanted my thoughts; to drown. Bills owed, finding their way to the mail box. I want to pay them, but; I have too many roadblocks. Collectors harassing day in and day out on the telephone. Even on the "do not call" list they still...

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collectors dropping footprints in idle sand, eyes wide fingers hanging empty delicate shells, bits of sea-glass, heart-shaped rocks, the foundation of 'I love you.' an intake of breath, crouching toes buried digging through dirt and then scrubbing the prize clean, nestling it with a smile inside her pocket or illusion, her eyes dull, her hands...

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Still not done with our kingdom Ours is peopled by the low, the high With abundant wealth that surround us We still munch the stench of poverty Like we swallow our daily ”Garri” Though still in our Master’s Garrison. Taken aback became my ordeal When I saw the boys in the area I wept for them the “Area Boys” They are the condemned,...

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At times we seem together as one Yet divided, by a separate peace A fresh piece of carne at a leopards feast You love your mother, yet you hate your niece The difference of what we do in life The suspense your neighbors summon As you sometimes brutally yet gently massage your wife This is...

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