Long Parquet floor Poems

Rum was feeling playful so he went to find a mouse
He looked in every nook and cranny right throughout the house
But all the mice were sound asleep for it was dark outside
And then Rum saw...

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People say my poetry is mostly doom and gloom
But I’m a funny person and I’ll prove it to you soon
My wit and sharp ripostes are a constant delight
Let’s see if I can tell this story...

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Once upon a midnight dreary, while I tapped my keyboard, my eyes bleary
As I tried to write a novel that was no bore
I looked for inspiration, how to avoid clichés temptation
I’d write about rejuvenation—hope for...

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Red numbers burn 4:04 into the darkness. Moments later, they transform their identity and moan 5:16.  Work begins in three hours and forty-four minutes; three hours and forty-three minutes. 
An uninviting breeze blows through...

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"Another Man’s Treasure"



Jetsam tumbles
broken doorbells
no one
answers
anymore

ironing boards 
pressing to imprint
something of significance
a life, your life
droll and predictable

it all sinks 
to the bottom 
of a bad dream
with yesterday’s 
stale tears

sharp heels
clicking on a parquet floor
like knives...

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If remembering  is hopeless, then it’s time to resign
But its easy to say, than to perform rightly 
Time shifts down slowly, crosses the final line
And red turns to brown, showing its time to flee
Who...

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Let me get  r o m a n t i c,  cross my legs,
pucker my lips, slip into your shadow.
You say, “It’s a bit hot in here,” as I draw near.
You're pulling at...

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So you took your best shot,
but sadly it rimmed out
Rocket swish arc reached for the brightest star ... 
only to receive 
a missed blastoff launch tipoff  
Got time zone sent    ...

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There I stood, flushed: gripping
a  diaphanous pelvis of his guitar, 
he rips a pulpy drool of velvet notes…
glossy under a roulette of lights,
saucy on the parquet floor upon
an artist's feet :his  body movement...

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"We're going to need a bigger fig leaf."
Proclaimed the teacher to her staring class
As the model removed the last of his attire.

A collective, almost silent gasp
and the clatter of a fallen brush on parquet floor
confirmed...

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There has grown a sports tradition,
On the west side of Chi-town.
Where a theam that played at Roundball,
Had taken man a crown.

From the parquet floor of Boston,
To the Hive down Charlotte way.
Then there's the Garden in...

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The teachers’ voices were loud and shrill,
but there was just one message,
“everyone sit still!”,
though it was hard on the parquet floor,
in polyester trousers,
bought the week before,
the first year head took to the stage,
like his long...

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The boy gets teased for wearing Holy Keds
And never Michael Jordan tennis shoes.
A field trip for a Friday afternoon:
Today, it’s modern art, the locals’ wing.
Head down, he tags along behind his class.
At least he is...

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An oil painting wilted;
 abuse has shaped it's rotted form.
 It's been to war
 ...and for too long;
 unrecognizable is the artwork it's suppressed.

 Simply dripping,
 dripping midnight pitch upon the parquet floor;
 oozing and...

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