Dream House Poems

In a barren apocalyptic landscape,
under a withered, bare, and grossly malformed weeping willow tree.
Lies a lone stone which reads: There is no escape From the...

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A tad over three blocks down Merion Lane
on the left is, an idyllic Cape Cod.
I must've passed it a thousand times
my own picturesque, perfect, postcard...

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In our first years together we bought a caravan
The living conditions weren't ideal but we had a plan
We moved around a bit so the Council...

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They've said, life is hidden in these walls
 with images of spirits that walk these halls,
bodies now ghosts that slipped away a lifetime or two...

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You are a hole in my head —
when I look inside, I see a dentist's drill 
grinding sweetly against my hippocampus
and it must have hit...

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Looking out at the old oak  tree in my front yard today, I see myself as she is, stripped of all my former beauty...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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"How sweet tom the heart are the scenes of my childhood.
Samuel Woodworth (1785 - 1842).


as a child I lived near a railway track,
when train travel...

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I remember all my houses.
I relive all my homes.
I conjure, cottage conscious,
my dreamscape flickering poems.

I easily abide the dream doctrine.
I rub grainy textures, 
the memory...

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The House and Senate
By Franklin Price
08/30/2020

What are the House and Senate?
Who are the people there?
Who sent them up to Washington?
Are they there for States to...

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My house has got arthritis,
it is seventy years old,
and symptoms become noticeable
when the weather's turning cold.
The kitchen door starts moaning
as I go in and out,
the...

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Once there was a purpose
a dream of what might become
once there was a prophecy
given to someone
once there was a story
bold and sure within the tale
but...

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 My dreamed house
was made with inspiration ...
 I changed clay bricks,
i used verses...
In place of cement,
poetry...
The doors were
borrowed from sonnets,
the...

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a window to a house cat
is like a lottery ticket to a poor man
they both know they're never going
to get to where they think they...

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The house is empty
Not a home now, just a house
Without you with me

Feels like a bad dream
From which I may not awake 
Forever it seems

Your...

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