Footrest Poems - Poems about Footrest

...[A cuppa with mademoiselle Fana Tesfagiorgis] I had just driven my ageless self into the Kaufmanns’ 1936–1939 Frank Lloyd Wright-constructed Pennsylvania getaway:Falling Water Mansion– In a 1......

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...She sleeps under her perennial sheets Her mattress is six feet deep The head and footrest approximate her size Her hand holds a single red rose that cries Years ago, her bed was scented With c......

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...Sunrise on the Prairie -:- Sun rising from the east Windmill spinning from the southwest What amazing sight it cast On the prairies in way out west. * Mountains out far-away from the past Ou......

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...A cluttered barbershop in my old hometown I fondly call to mind, Was a gathering place to loaf and socialize, a great place to unwind! Harry, the barber, kept farmers, the local rabble and boys lik......

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...In my resolve I make my quest to be the best In my reforms I stand higher than the rest For I fit not within my enemy's nest-- nor kneel at my adversaries' footrest Pandering not to mindless foll......

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...At 85, the old lady inches slowly towards her living room holding firmly to her walker, her mind is sharp-as sharp as it's ever been. Her legs have become weak with age, she can no longer see ......

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...Mom was watching TV and relaxing in her chair Dad was working on his crossword puzzles with care. Snoop was on his table where he likes to lay Looking out the window at the end of the day. Sudden......

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...I shake out my jacket and crack my neck to regain my control although I’m enjoying being hostile. The room is now darker than pitch so I remove my shades from the windo......

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...Eye left some bags underneath the moonlight with some messages from me to ewe if someone finds them please just not to worry eye will say the thief just took them and thank them for finding them ......

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