Long Mothballs Poems
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Feeling Good
Crackling tension filled the community hall in Abergavenny
‘We are in this together dear folks for a pound or a penny’
Speaking of which the loos were situated right behind the bar
To ensure that urinal relief...
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Categories:
mothballs, beautiful,
Form:
Rhyme
Desperately Wonderfully Ill
Was never sure whether or not to laugh, smile or cry when
auntie came to tea, a matriarch she, wearing white gloves
plus purple cardigan - seven buttons tidy, top one below chin,
and a black beret perched precariously...
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Categories:
mothballs, appreciation, books, love, passion, poetry,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Don'T Throw Me Away
You look at me so uninviting;
I may have some missing teeth, stumble when I walk, bout' to FALL!!!
Stutter when I talk, but yet I'll still call;
Might smell like ole mothballs or mint or maybe even...
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Categories:
mothballs, anxiety, appreciation, blessing, caregiving, christian, forgiveness, grandparents,
Form:
Ballade
Starbucks and Cookie
STARBUCKS AND COOKIE
I sit in Barnes and Noble
Looking at the figure-display over the snack bar
Oh how out-of-place in time they look
Twain
Shaw
Hardy
Dickinson
Hemingway
Have read them all
Out of time
The artist has caught...
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Categories:
mothballs, life, people
Form:
Narrative
Chloee and Reginald the Stand Down Dachshund Comedians
One
Chloee? Yes Reginald!
Why do they call us Dachshunds, Wiener Dogs?
Maybe they call you a Wiener Reginald!
You cut me off at the legs with that one Chloee!
Two
Chloee? Yes Reginald! Have you ever smelled mothballs.
No Reginald it's too...
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Categories:
mothballs, funny, humor, humorous, roses are red,
Form:
Burlesque
Mothballs and Lavendar
Mothballs and Lavender
There’s a rug on the hearth and a fire in the grate
and Grandma and Grandad sit with me to wait
while the black-leaded oven is cooking our tea
of ‘tatty-ash’ stew made especially for me.
We’re...
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Categories:
mothballs, childhood, nostalgiame, fire, fire, me, sleep,
Form:
Rhyme
More Than a Feeling
Love isn't just a single word
or feeling
Said to tickle an ear and
leave you reeling
Nor is love abstract and
void of care
But what one envisions and
does all year
We convey our love by
things...
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Categories:
mothballs, love,
Form:
ABC
Hymn For Georgie Radford
Sing a hymn for Georgie Radford
Who used to build ships on the Clyde
Watch them launch down the slipway
With a worker’s quiet pride.
His last job was the giant carrier,
The one they put in mothballs,
Then his...
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Categories:
mothballs, bereavement, memorial, memory, tribute,
Form:
Rhyme
Ohio Ashes
She’d kept the pewter dusted and displayed
since 1969.
A verdigris had leached out of the urn nevertheless.
She had been hard on him, had forgiven little,
but felt much closer now.
The television became a corner coffin,
its screen a...
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Categories:
mothballs, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Cobwebs and Dust
Cobwebs and Dust
I was up in the attic of our Lovers Lane home
No one else would come up, I was there all alone
The place smelled of mothballs, mildew and rust
With everything covered in cobwebs and...
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Categories:
mothballs, adventure, fear, imagination, mystery, me,
Form:
Rhyme
A Visit By the Mother-In-Law
A Visit by the Mother-in-Law
By Elton Camp
My mother-in-law lives in another state
Her annual visits I most intensely hate
For her daughter, I wasn’t good enough
So, from the old crone I get lots of guff
“To Mother you...
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Categories:
mothballs, funnymother, son, me, old, sweet, wife, me,
Form:
Rhyme
Ohio Ashes
She’d kept the pewter dusted and displayed
since 1959.
A verdigris had leached out of the urn nevertheless
She had been hard on him, had forgiven little,
but felt much closer now.
The television became a corner coffin,
its screen a...
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Categories:
mothballs, poverty,
Form:
Blank verse
- Lots of Dust and Old Buddies -
The door to the bookstore creaks complaining
...
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Categories:
mothballs, age, books, humor,
Form:
Free verse
When Charlie Grew Up
Way back in the nineteen fifties
When Charlie grew out of his toys,
He fancied having an active life
So he joined the Teddy Boys.
He wore drainpipe jeans, a black drape coat
And a shirt with a boot lace...
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Categories:
mothballs, humorous, nostalgia,
Form:
Light Verse
Life As I Wrote It
Doth if not thrill thee, Poet,
Dead and dust though thy art,
To feel how I press thy singing
Close to my heart?
A boy of seven opens his eyes
he's dreamy and young
sees his whole life ride
the beautiful...
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Categories:
mothballs, life, may,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Generations
When I was twelve my grandma told me I was a woman –
and in six or eight years I would be a wife.
She said Sundays would be pasta days, Fridays I’d cook fish –
and...
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Categories:
mothballs, age, change, family,
Form:
Free verse
The Black Sheep
It's a cold dark objective fear.
His face loose folds of jowls,
a sagging half squinted eyelid
and a lopsided woeful expression,
that hides cunning manipulation and brutality.
It's a rancid stench of flies
and faecal matter and musty mothballs,
that...
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Categories:
mothballs, dark, fear, house, murder, violence,
Form:
Free verse
Miss Catherine's Grand Parlour
A feeble old woman lives down the hall,
we chat on occasion.
I indulge her constant kvetching of youthful occupants invasion,
since this erstwhile hotel's trendy loft conversion.
Crook'd finger and conspiratory whisper
lure me to door ajar.
She tells of...
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Categories:
mothballs, people, time, old, old,
Form:
Rhyme
Leave My Freaking Station Alone
I barely know how you bear it, I said to the grapefruit
Of course, true to form, she tried to smooth everything out.
I was irked because no words arrived to sooth me.
Which made her easier to...
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Categories:
mothballs, car, music,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Damp Paperbacks
old novel with the author you
cant quite remember.
we can worry about it later
just like in the old days.
now tealeaf stimuli is twice as light in the city.
the...
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Categories:
mothballs, allegory, cat, old,
Form:
Ballad
Unconditional Love
Love isn't just a single word or feeling
Said to tickle an ear and leave you reeling
Nor is love abstract and void of care
But what one envisions and does all year
We convey our love by things...
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Categories:
mothballs, love,
Form:
Couplet
Haibun
New Zealand's favourite bird is the Tui, also called parson bird for its ruffled white cravat - it is famously noted for various lyrical songs - consisting of
soul tuning notes - intricate melodies or...
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Categories:
mothballs, bird, song,
Form:
Haibun
Only One Voice
Deep funnels gurgling
...
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Categories:
mothballs, nature
Form:
Choka
Old People
Old people look like raisins with hair
Perfumed in mothballs and vaporub
Ready for the prom which waits for them
The mirror tells the elderly they are teens
Sometimes the mirror lies
I was once old but now I am...
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Categories:
mothballs, age, children, identity, old,
Form:
Free verse
Poem By My Son Trystan
No more
Mothballs and cedar assault my nose
The dust mites and stale air dry my throat
A wardrobe that is just that
The lion roars no more
Neutered and robbed of his fire
The last time the words were...
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Categories:
mothballs, time,
Form:
Free verse