The Curio Cabinet
Another season nears its end
closing the doors on the dreams we played pretend
in the days we hoped would never end;
a place where times are unchanged secure in their shells,
endeared moments regained within a magic spell
of holidays and holydays renamed, long memory held;
the antique reservoir of child and adult things
knickknack recalls
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Categories:
curio, christmas, seasons,
Form: Rhyme
Chainsaw Poetry
Chainsaw Poetry
David J Walker
The blum blum
Purrr
Blum blum
Prrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
Ignition of the
Whirrrrrrrrrrrr into
Action
The attraction of
A curio crowd
Loud
with big gulp glops of dripping
snow cones drops melting on the summer
mountain of a westbound sun
they have all come
to see me cut
Poems out of Pine trees
And catch prose
In the breeze
Of a hot grease
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Categories:
curio, symbolism,
Form: Rhyme
Cup In the Curio Cabinet
*Image of Waterford Curio by Houzz.
Cup in the Curio Cabinet
An empty cup daintily accompanies
an assemblage of finery,
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Categories:
curio, appreciation, imagery,
Form: Imagism
Curio Nun
CURIO NUN
placed in the palm of my hand,
a wee little nun with praying hands.
this tiny sculpture hugged
my heart, at once filled my eyes
with salty tears.
certainly my Aunt
leans on my shoulder
as my cousin presents
this precious gift.
Auntie’s curio cabinet
with doors fly open,
empty out,
but these joyous woman
with habits
still inhabit her home
in the tender part of my soul.
this sentiment,
different
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Categories:
curio, memory, prayer,
Form: Free verse
A Curio
The Curio
The curio was filled with memories and dust
Part of a past, one’s memories that last
A child’s porcelain doll with a face made of bisque
Eyes that saw all that happened in these halls
A porcelain tea cup with a fine crack
Once sipped by one who lived far back
A special key that opened one’s heart
Topped a
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Categories:
curio, 12th grade,
Form: Rhyme Royal
This Curio Shoppe of Mine
Ancient replicas of forgotten treasures;
How slyly…….. you pass them off.
Only a penny, only a penny, you say.
For only a penny you can buy my secrets,
My lost dreams and other such oddities.
For a penny you can have a loved newborn’s last breath;
You can take the warm blood,
right as it
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Categories:
curio, imagination, day, love, me,
Form: Free verse
Inside My Curio
Memories that lived in drawers are now behind the doors of my unique curio,
Protected and viewed from a distance are now collected inside my antique curio.
Mementos from faraway lands hold my heart in my hands forever captive,
Transporting me where I long to be, there tucked inside my boutique curio.
Everything I want to flaunt and keep
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Categories:
curio, on writing and wordsurdu,
Form: Ghazal