Fly BMI, to land in time
There is no time to waste
Stroll down along the Serpentine
The morning air to taste
Across the park to Albert Hall
To Kensington High Street
And further on, towards the Mall
Where you can rest your feet
It’s got to be the Living Room
Their Dover sole is great
Pale sun, and even paler moon
Fall down on your plate
Two people here, three people there
Dull people talk and turn
I like the fuss they make, don’t care
To be liked in return
On Charing Cross I’m quick to toss
Some CDs at the Foyles
A truly searching lad I was
To find my kind of noise
End of the day, the hotel bar
I’m looking at the floor
There is no more Thistle Hyde Park
And Living Room’s no more
The times have changed, but I remain
About the same today
Although it’s quite a different game
I imitate to play
Those were the days, my darling dear
Those were the nights as well
Fly BMI, to disappear
No one would care to tell.
On the first day of New Year-
This year gave to me,
One corpse lying in my living room.
On the second day of New Year-
This year gave to me,
Two stillborn babies,
One corpse lying in my living room.
On the third day of New Year-
This year gave to me,
Three empty coffins,
Two stillborn babies,
One corpse lying in my living room.
I rearranged just two pieces of furniture:
A small table, a small ottoman with old suture.
I placed your orange faux flowers in a vase
Atop table on orange crochet cloth as a base.
This table display centered before the window
Of your spacious living room, in the sun's glow.
Your furniture as always shall stay the same.
Memories linger, of all the people who came.
In our sunlit living room, our loved ones cried.
I as well, for days, a week after you had died.
I thought I'd be strong enough to remain here,
But I must heal elsewhere, it's become clear.
I know your spirit is watching over everywhere
That you've been, alive and gone; here, there.
I know when the sun shines into your mansion,
It is your soul giving us utmost divine affection.
Kids with their families walking up and down the hill, dogs barking, cars going up and down past our home, hopscotch chalked into the sidewalk, come on you know you want to get it a whirl.
Kids gather at the bus stop, trying to stay warm in the cool autumn breeze, dancing and talking amongst their parents neighborhood friends, thus is what I see each day outside my window.
Birds squirrels, even a red fox are the many sights I see on a daily basis, sounds of birds pecking on our roof, fall is here, so many colors of yellow and red leaves brighten up the night trees across the street.
A swift fall cool breeze, the trees branches Dance in unison, a lightweight coat you might need as you step out to take a walk, smells of pine cones, hot apple cider from angel food, something sweet..
A monarch butterfly just landed on my native milkweed plant, its wings of red and orange open wide to reveal is a girl, praying she leaves a few eggs behind.
Evening has come, as the golden sun has begun to set, it lowers ever so so slowly, as not in a hurry, the moon lights up the sky, another sky has ended, perhaps tomorrow will be the same.
My mom is setting the table.
Fork in hand, spoon in hand, plate in hand.
Everything on hand.
I fidget with a napkin.
I told her about a dream I had.
She didn’t think it was funny either.
I dreamt that I graduated college.
My name was called on stage,
It was ethereal.
Silverware clanging gently.
Getting ready for the guests.
I would put a diploma in the living room, I decided.
I would always take the time to dust the frame, before guests would arrive.
I promise.
I would dust it every time.
November light and colors stream in
through the window
and I notice it, like in the eye of a storm,
a whirlwind that has included pain and creativity
but always distraction –
of strivings and graspings at
accumulation and accomplishment.
And in a moment – of sun, sound and color –
it all settles to be just this;
Everyone, everywhere burning like so many
points of light
like on a Christmas tree, connected by strings
amid the tinsel and baubles and
homemade ornaments of meaning.
Light that knows no division of inside or out,
me or you,
us or them.
(11/2/2010, from my first collection of poems and stories, THE HEART OF IT, 2015)
Lilly was dissatisfied with her beautiful living room.
She added embroidered pillows.
Two or three were lovely, sixteen was overkill, but we kept silent.
Another friend got a plaid couch.
Lilly threw out her new couch and got a plaid couch.
It looked weird with all of those pillows, but we kept our counsel.
Marge tried to tell her that the room had looked great before.
Lilly was busy trying to make her living room over in paisley now.
Apparently paisley is the new “in design” in the neighborhood.
She ended up with paisley, plaid, posies, and other playful patterns.
None that matched.
This combination made her living room look flea market-like.
The pillows were gone now, for they are "out".
Lily is striving for the perfect room, which no one has ever seen.
Her living room was almost there, until she added those pillows.
Wallpapering the living room is a job for many
So, we invited our relatives over, in all there were twenty
They got glue all over the carpet, it was an enormous mess
We got six or seven wallpaper strips up, more or less.
The next time we do this, we have to limit the brothers
Said the wives, mothers, and unhappy grandmothers.
They are running around, doing crazy things goofy and silly.
And we will never again invite your Great Uncle Billy.
Great Uncle Billy was having a blast telling stories to the boys.
He was adding lots of details, and they were making loud noise.
Settle down! Yelled the mothers who were doing the work.
The kids were laughing their guts out, at stories of Uncle McGurk.
Across the living room
Quietly sits a chair
In glum despair
With no one sitting in it anymore
It's cushion barely bruised nor used
Since it once patron has past on
And one can only hope he is as
comfortable now
As he was whence here sat upon
his favorite chair
Because that chair was in effect his
throne and so made him feel like a King
And that is why no one but he gets to
sit in it and it shall ever be replaced
So across the living room it still sits
in state retired untill this very day
A fitting tribute to the King
Who not only left the building
But his chair behind as well
To remind us all of his legacy and
what he taught us was that comfort
is love
After grueling sessions of
Guitar Hero 3,
I would often look to the mirror
to my right
and marvel at how
my vision was affected by the game,
with the mirror becoming twisted
and augmented,
slithering across the wall in my living room.
The Christmas tree stood tall and beautiful,
Decorated with ornaments of all shapes and sizes.
A fireplace where the stockings are hung with care,
Green and gold filled with Christmas goodies.
A comfortable chair to sit in and relax,
Decorated with a green and gold cushion.
The fireplace to keep everyone warm,
Blessed with warmth at Christmas.
The tall Santa beside the tree,
The angels with their halos.
Christmas was near,
Friends and relatives had come to visit.
Gathered around the Christmas ,tree,
Presents beautifully wrapped.
Author: Gwen von Erlach Schutz.
If daisies grew in my living room
My life would be complete.
I would be a Pollyanna girl
Filled with sheer joy
Delighting at rainbows
prisms make on a wall
Quoting Bible verses
about gladness and hope
Spreading love and light
Where ever I went
Delighting people
Until I fell out of a tree
And broke my leg
If daisies grew in my living room.
Pterodactyls in my living room?
or ordinary cranes? I love their colorful language
Some might not see them
But luckily I do
Surely the non-seers can hear them though.
The squawking continues
getting louder every second
I am okay with that and others do not seem to hear anyway
Having dog ears is a gift of the few
The beautiful Christmas tree stood in the living-room,
Decorated with twinkling lights of white.
The beautiful Christmas tree stood in the living-room,
With red and green, purple and golden balls.
The beautiful Christmas tree stood in the living-room,
There were golden stars on the tree that shone brightly.
The beautiful Christmas tree stood in the the living-room,
There were pine cones and icicles.
The beautiful Christmas tree stood in the living-room,
Decorated with love and care by the relatives and friends.
The beautiful Christmas tree stood in the living room.
The strands of icicles carefully placed on the branches,
The beautiful Christmas tree stood in the living-room.
There were presents under the tree wrapped with care.
The beautiful Christmas tree stood in the living-room,
The skirt of the tree covered the base of the tree..
The beautiful Christmas tree stood in the living-room,
The friends and relatives gathered around the tree to celebrate.
Author: Gwen von Erlach Schutz.
I lost the remote in the living room.
On Saturday.
My husband and I ran around looking and looking.
At first it was just the couch pillows, we were looking through.
An hour into it we had made what looks like a bon fire,
Tipping over couches, recliners, and such.
We broke a couple of tables.
Hey, wait, my husband reminded me.
Merlin was here today.
I called Merlin’s mommy, our daughter.
She said, "Oh, darn. We just found it. We thought it
was the one we lost a couple of weeks ago."
Merlin is our two year old grandson
Whom we apparently did not watch
As well as we should have the
5 hours he was here.
He is going to have to
Leave his hoodie and
His diapers at home.
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