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Numbers In Uphill Letters

...[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...

Categories: footrest, appreciation,
Form: I do not know?

Flower Bed

...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...

Categories: footrest, betrayal, rose,
Form: Rhyme

Sunrise On the Prairie

...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.
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Mountains out far-away from the past 
Ou...

Categories: footrest, appreciation, how i feel,
Form: Rhyme

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Harry's Barbershop

...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...

Categories: footrest, funny, nostalgia, old, old,
Form: Rhyme

Nothing Less But the Best

...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...

Categories: footrest, song-lyric
Form: Rhyme

Together

...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 ...

Categories: footrest, lifeold, cat, old,
Form: Free verse

Cat Fight At the Window

...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...

Categories: footrest, petscat,
Form: Rhyme

Signed In Blood (Part 3)

...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...

Categories: footrest, angst, death, imagination, pain,
Form: Free verse

Fabel Seventeen Part Two

...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 ...

Categories: footrest, history, imagination, life, on
Form: Prose Poetry