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Leatherette Poems - Poems about Leatherette


A Walk with Father

...He leads me through East London,
docks, pubs, among the stray dogs, the
River Thames lapping at low clouds.

We find the second-hand player in a street
where the shops are dusty holes under the ...
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Categories: leatherette, poetry,
Form: Free verse

Premium MemberTatters

...His clothes were tattered, in vivid shades of red blue & yellow
he wore leatherette shoes blackly polished and gleaming with shine
Red fiery hair that  summoned like a fire hydrant and a...
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Categories: leatherette, analogy, people, strength,
Form: Narrative



Premium MemberA Cockerel Mayhem, Or Bad Chicken Farmer Joe

...When his father-in-law got him
into the poultry biz in Rhode Island

Joe had not fully contemplated that
first day to market when he 

when he failed to truss and bag the birds 
properly, a ho...
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Categories: leatherette, animal, car,
Form: Free verse

Morning Cafe

...The red leatherette like frozen waves
in a sea of coffee'd air
Cold, plump so early,
there's Formica caught in its glare
Filling slowly with private dreams
while lunch time salad waits 
coffee,...
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Categories: leatherette, imagery, society,
Form: I do not know?

Premium MemberWho Will Watch Mother

...We sat down at the kitchen table
Under an overhead light
And talked about my mother
My wife understood
I was the oldest, she said
Don’t wait for the others.

So I took care of mother
Paid the...
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Categories: leatherette, lifeme, old, me, old,
Form: Narrative



Premium MemberHolding On, Or Throwing Away?

...There were things of mine in the drawers that could be thrown out,
But I kept gravitating to the things that were his.

His Public School 45 autograph book. It was red, white, and blue leatherette...
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Categories: leatherette, death, introspection, life, lost
Form: Free verse

The Girl In the Car

...It is the girl in the car, on warm leatherette, 
Who, in the Summer slipstream, teased the wheel 
And gunned her engine heart; 
She graced the passing furnace air, and angel sweat 
Tracked slowly...
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Categories: leatherette, introspection, life, love, people,
Form: I do not know?

Book: Reflection on the Important Things