On account of his scary health
And a worsening breath
That sang perverse threat
He wasn’t amassing wealth,
His waist assigned to the loosest belt
Of those I had physically felt…
“Quite easy for Horrible Health
To keep downsizing Eager Wealth”
A Level Sixteen with annoying furniture
And a doubtful financial future…
So, I had to him leave by stealth:
My best bet but immoral sheath;
While with him in a dismal heath
Remembered a journey false like myth…
Soon away from him and relaxed
By Mortal Fear no more The Taxed
I began again to truly breathe
And God leave to with Divine Anger seethe.
silent and always still
always stern the dumbwaiter
eye, feel everything...
You stand beneath my boughs
Never hearing my silent prayers
For someone to understand
I’m more than simply a friend
I bring life to those who listen
For the kindness in my whispers
I breathe, I bleed, I plead
In a prayer sighed through my leaves
You stare up through my branches
Look for the perfect time
To take me down and make me into
Something built or designed
A house, a cabinet, a page
Where you fill me with different things
Furniture, odds and ends, words
Sparks of life to enlighten
With me, you even build fires
You listen to the breath of the wind
As it sends its howling thorough my limbs
Never noticing that I can comprehend
The joy of the rain as it sprinkles life
The light of the sun as it shines bright
The shadow of the moon as it illuminates
My life is more than a sparkle
It shines across the earth to ignite
A passion that is crisp and alive
Thriving with hope for the souls
Who know that I am prosperous
As I carry life through the heart of my wood
Kissing every living thing with my
Gift of pure air that fills the world
With gratitude for me, a ordinary tree
There was a furniture dealer named Maurice
Who acquired items for the Nouveau Riche.
Most popular by far,
The back seat of a car
Which they use for an occasional piece.
Like a medieval
Of local forest woods
In raining dripping days
Melted by sunshine rays
In Sunny shinny phases
My wooden reading table
Has sailed through ages
My gray grandpa gave it his
My papa saved it me
My wooden reading table
Will yet another phase
2nd place
BRIAN'S CHOICE M,any form,any theme
5/19/2020
You're the cutest little cutie
When you're sitting in a chair
With your back legs in the air
Like you're sitting in a chair.
I love the furniture flipper shows
Where people buy old furniture, fix it up
And sell it for hopefully a profit
The furniture I love often remains unsold
Whereas the items I think will never sell
Are usually the first things to be purchased
As these flippers repurpose and recreate furniture
I wonder how in the world they can use azure and lime
Not realizing their brilliance until the product is complete
It is rare that I do not truly like at least one of their products
I can watch these shows for hours. Amazed at talents of others
Loving the risk takers who fearlessly create new out of old.
The living room furniture
don't laugh, just cry ...
It well knows that one day,
a beautiful tree
in the forest
once was ...
The damn thing's got too many holes,
I’m also missing several poles.
Instructions I simply cannot read.
This confounded thing's about to breed!
Pieces covering every inch of floor
I can no longer walk on as before,
and almost fifteen thousand bolts
I demand to know whose fault!
For gods sake this piece is upside down
so I stare at it with such a frown
because now I have to disassemble,
in hope, next time, it might resemble.
Five hours have gone and still the bits
stare back at me, I have a fit!
I swear and curse in a contortion
as this things all out of proportion!
You need six hands and several feet
or else this puzzle's has got you beat!
I fear that I might die before
these bits have gone from off my floor!
It says G6 to seven, then F2 to three
apparently using screws A, B and C,
from now on I'll just have to guess,
it's easier to beat Kasparov at chess!
Eventually I build this piece,
seemingly it’s for my niece!
My wife tells me it should be blue,
I reply ‘over to you!'
She reaches,
Uncrontrablly,
For my Heart.
But this diatribe
is Missing now.
And unlike you,
I can't self-repair
Without a set of
Instructions.
So bold, so feverish,
I retreat into a coma
Protecting myself
from this poison.
Not easy and
A full time job, girl.
So you sat the sunrise
Out this round, but
I can't agree anymore.
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Grandfather clocks
And dark furniture.
Grandfather clocks and dark furniture.
A big wood fire with stone surround.
Wooden floors that creek when you walk.
And animal skins for rugs with big leather coaches to lounge on.
This is the picture of the dream in my head.
An aga stove with back boiler for winter.
A ten seater wooden kitchen table.
The dogs in front of the stove by the fire.
Double glazed windows with snow outside.
A pine tree forest, casting shadows on the ground.
A red squirrel knocking on the window for a nut and a crust of bread.
A cast iron pot cooking on the aga
A kettle whistling its merriment
Hot chocolate and frosty windows.
Under floor heating, toasty on bare feet.
Candles glimmering in dark corners.
A red rose in the snow
A symbol of love waiting to grow.
The green house is protected
Vegetables just beginning to shoot.
The hens are snuggled up in the straw
Under a warm red glow
This is the picture of the dream in my head.
It's easy flat pack is the way to go they said
Just take it home and it is easy they said
Lay it out on the floor before assembly they said
The tool for the screws is in the pack they said
I should have read the instructions I said
So I finally decided to read the instructions on the page
It seemed that you needed to be a Star Wars sage
The wording was done by Master Yoda to say
An example was ‘On the floor the parts to lay'
Then the ‘Figures included to follow you should'
In the end I was no wiser in that I could in no way known
Have completed the assembly as shown.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Modern would have been easy,
but period was all the rage,
so he slipped into the form.
Having people sit on him
made him ache at first,
but he had to overcome...
As long as they did not stand on him!
Robinson did that constantly;
Robinson, who bought him at a snip
as soon as he was off his ship...
The next time he did just that,
boy, would he just know!
The chance came, and soon enough,
when Robinson played drunk.
He kicked the chair without a care,
then tried to stand, but wobbled.
The chair gave a flip in his period stance,
and the owner did a painful dance.
9/9/2015
If you're off colour
bean bag it
If you're not in the zone
couch it
If you can't center it
spa it
How is your mental furniture?
It says a lot about you
if anyone should see it
who would you allow on it
should anybody need to
Mental furniture in your head
the place you go to
to chill out, relax, regroup
it's your inner therapy
not everyone is extroverted
though that's the trend
what shape does it take
inside your head?
Someone said I could probably write
About furniture and kitchen utensils
And still put a funny twist on my poem
So I'll try to live up to my potential
You must possess a strange old noodle
To know how my crazy brain works
Observing the simplest things everyday
And giving them a twist and a jerk
Sure ain't no genius but ain't no dummy
So here's my attempt at appeasing
Cathie and I own this beautiful credenza
With imported china quite pleasing
Our living room set is a joy to behold
So comfy and inviting it beckons
I hear it calling for my afternoon naps
Most likely I'll give in I reckon
Now what about our lovely canister set
A charming addition to our counter
The colourful pillows on our comfy sofa
Can certainly be a heart pounder
Bet you think I've gone over the edge
But whenever I'm challenged in kind
I quickly respond and delve into my brain
Where oodles of rhymes I do find!
© Jack Ellison 2012
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