Long Chaise Poems

"Barefoot in the Bushfires of the Vanities"



Heat rises slowly to rapture flames licking and teasing
Blue Ghostgums to stretch and crack wide open
as Fire spreads molten sweet sap bleeding burgundy all over 
amber gold wild bush...

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"The discrepancies are many, the dalliances are few,
both pitched against one dynamic, lifelong achievement"

Poking through the woods of the Mill Grove Audubon Estate,
suddenly came upon an ivy-covered studio shed
tucked away amongst foliage near Perkiomen Creek,
apparently...

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Brownian motion writ large...
within small medium 
as light brainstorm doth 
hail forth the following poem.

Across the realm of gray matter
slowly percolating within tissue
composed of neuronal, glial 
and endothelial cells, and although 
there must be biological...

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I was in my backyard sunning, while lost in warm daydreams,
Enjoying red raspberries, while listening to the birds sing.

Lying on afternoon chaise, in the golden midst of hot July,
As I watched mauve butterflies, and lazy...

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It was in the heart of frigid winter, that my car had broken down,
I was frustrated and so cold, so like the snowflakes falling down.

I had called for a mechanic, but I had been waiting...

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A walk home 
...And there he lie in fetid squalor,
Upon the chaise in vacant parlour...

“What befell this young man?” a query.
A sorrowful tale - tis quite dreary. 
Tricks! The superstitious mind doth play. 
Bested -...

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It’s Harvard VS Yale this weekend, the vibes are just starting now. Everyone - and I mean everyone - has been asking about my game tickets, because guest tickets are $25 a pop. I’m more...

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Friendliness equals self sustaining positive feedback fruit loop

My humble apology
for inducing thee
to manure yourself 
thru figurative following poop,
best flushed down the toilet 
of the behavioral sink
why yours truly wretchedly reaches out
cuz I never experienced popularity...

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Carpet spoke. "It is only Tuesday and already I am covered in pieces and all that straw and occasional crisp. I have no mouth. I cannot possibly devour it. Where are my friends the hoovering...

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I feel my ears pop,
As the light above me increases ...
Columns of purple sunshine shimmer and dance.
I swim up out of the cool, inky blackness of the depths,

And finally reach the surface, head bobbing like...

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I'm afraid that this poem was too long to post in one part; here's Part 2, full title: 

Dragons Make Great Heating Systems 
(Until They Discover That There’s More To Life…)

The next month we received...

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A milk bottle of combustion is a silver tongued spoon. A dragon headed fortress underground. Weaving wavering waving wandering. A teaspoon of cataclysm in giant catacombs. Dominatrix circles and whirlpools. How very stylish Madame de...

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Distressed by Rob Barratt

My furniture is all distressed
It's unusually unstable
The oak bookcase is quite depressed
As is the coffee table

The worktop has a thin veneer
It seethes beneath the surface
The taps know how low they can… sink
And...

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Inspired by... All those houses that long to be homes again. 

For our house to become a home forever 
By Michelle Morris 
20/08/2024

I walk through this empty house
And can see it used to be a...

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The Lone Tree

The autumn day had been muffled up
in thick scarf and rainproof jacket
until darkness, countryside darkness,
clambered gradually over the horizon;
silence, stillness obediently at its heel.
Then black the night, wild the sea
and the lone tree...

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Word Sonata in B Flat (in 5 Movements)

You know exactly what you’re doing.
You sit in that short red skirt, and 
Cross your shiny tan legs, there. Now you
Lean over with full cleavage exposed,
And partake in...

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How long will it take you, poet?
To understand that poetry does not replace love?

To understand, that everyone eventually falls out of their chair?

How long will it take you, poet?
To cross the Atlantic Ocean and the...

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Acta Non Verba... Speaks Volumes

The above ad hoc Latin catchphrase,
(concatenated with two English words),
I regale chance reader
immediately sets ablaze
title of poem with timeless adage,
aptly suits this solitary

older male, whose daze
spent on planet Earth
aimless curriculum vitae
configures...

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Mr. Dartboard Dummy,
Oh, yes, that be me...
Hung the dartboard on the room's door,
One that opened out,
Toss a dart, when someone enters,
You will hear a shout!!
We never even thought of it,
And tossed our darts real hard...
Luckily...

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No one will change my world,
No soldiers shooting squad,
No priest in prison ward,
No gloom and shadow words,
No angels, no God.

And when City shuts its lights,
I will chaise you in the dark
And with help of dreamer’s...

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Freely forming metrical mainstays
poetic occasion to phrase
the fairer and gentler sex,
thus the following turns of phrase
to bestow acknowledgement

regarding wonderful wise ways
of collective she who assays
to create safe/secure home/ hearth
as bedrock and fount of ample
maternal duties...

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THE    METEOR - SOFA   PEOPLE

Sofa pyromaniacs are skilled to put it mildly. 
Fueled fiercely by gasoline (as is fitting)	 
Or by kerosene burning wildly,
They enjoy a fire to warm their...

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The only ounce of energy I'll be expending today
is having picked up a pen to scrawl these lines...
"I have declared this to be Dolce Far Niente Day."
Enjoying the sweet life, doing nothing by design.

I'll be...

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I often find myself lost in a daydream like trance,
for it has always been my wish to travel France;
to Paris, know to be the city of culture and romance.

Escaping reality, I walk crisscross cobbled streets,
stop...

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My eyes are yours
From the depths of the sea
To it jagged rocky or sandy shores.

My cup is open ready to be poured into
Both me and you. Lets fill each other and feel
Renewed.

For you have my...

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