Long Mantels Poems

How to Feel When Your House Burns Down
The home you are raised in is a mother tongue. 
I was four when it was built, an age when innocence
turns river water and all that lives within...

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The grand madam wore double strains of opal perils,
Around her collar of white lace, in eloquence personified,
She’s cultures Lady of utter refinement, curtsying to noble
And high brad’s aristocrats alike.
In fragrances of memories I’ve drifted backwards,
To...

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Last Trains at the End of an Echo
by Sy Roth

The Conestoga wagons littered the wasteland with their spiny bones
            in search of the comfort...

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When your heart beats
and mine no longer can, 
I'll be flying into peace 
into heavens open land 

At the coming of dawn 
as night's beauty falls away, 
I'll take one last breath 
looking forward into...

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The were the three Magi with mantels and beards, traveling
on strong camels as far as Bethlehem and having 
seen a wondrous star, they began their long journey 
by bringing precious gifts, but they warned Joseph...

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We have an assortment of clocks collected over the years.
Some chime melodically, others are odious to the ears!
Some rest on mantels, others hang upon the walls,
Each emitting their dings, bongs or ear-splitting squalls!

One squawks John...

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December’s the month all the children hold dear.
It’s getting close, the time it draws near.
You’ll peep out the curtain out through the window.
Awaiting the sleigh bell ring, and the first Christmas snow.

Where will he land...

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Slither Slider Sludge
from the quagmire to the dust
we stand to face the mountain 
with the rage of shadows past

I am anger I am pain
I heard the shadows 
felt the rain
caste the feelings out in vain

Listen...

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The Louvre debuted an exhibit today:
Cascading Marbles of Ripples and Folds.
In waves came patrons in trenches to see
what secrets David, the masterpiece, holds;

Each stroke of genius from Michelangelo,
memories written by one fountain pen.
The stories of...

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Picturesque within bridals jewel box betwixt, the indigo and green ~

Spectrums hues; blue velvet cushions encasing crystallines form upon

The mantels centre....

Inertias soul stirring amid the warmth of the fire

Places caressing of ones deepened vivid hearts,...

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In infancy was formed a rounded root
Sleeping long in stratiform of clay
At harvest time pulled from its rest did shoot
A sphere of gold born forth on autumn’s day

So perfect that we thought it’d always go
Forth...

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No fancy stockings
And no big mantel either
Every day stockings 
Hung over a chair with care
For old Santa Claus to fill

Just as excited
As the richest kids in town
Who hung fancy socks
On big beautiful mantels
With higher expectations

Those...

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