Long Reclining chair Poems

Date:   May  2050

Damian returned home early morning 
Back from another visit with Dolly. Still
Early misty May morning another
Dawning. 2050! The newborns triplets were
Sleeping. Damian was peeping. He would 
Have to travel the...

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I am sitting in my light brown leather reclining chair
after a strenuous day at my office glad to be home
no more stress no wife just my dog Bandit at my side
I'm holding in my right...

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With my doctor’s ok, I’ve come to this small room of a little-known clinic
hoping to have the damaged nerves inside my brain “reset” in a long session.
I relax in a reclining chair as the dissociative...

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I Love the Liquor More

My decor, is empty walls, a tv, and one reclining chair
The front doors, like a gate to hell, where mem’ries, lie heavy in…the air
Each window leaks a breath of hope, but...

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After a business tour 
I returned to empty home
Wife and kids had been away
enjoying holiday at her mothers home 

Everything was same
TV, Fridge, Oven, Music System 
accepting my operating command as before
bed, sofa, reclining chair...

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My Love I'd Bring You Back in A Heartbeat

If, I could change time my love and have you lie by me, 
I would bring you back in a heartbeat.

The outside world is silent to my...

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“Fling open the windows to peek into wider vistas opening and let in light and fresh air”!  ~ By Poet


Every day, he walks up to the window, 
A practice he has recently developed.
This window...

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Mid day, 
  so tired and barely awake could i stay
    I laid down the dog upon my lap
  and together we took a brief nap.
Quick asleep I fell 
...

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I am the runner.
I glide down the street with ease,
elbows slightly bent, 
arms swinging rhythmically.
I nod and smile at neighbours 
as they admire my even stride.
My legs, long and slim,
strong but not overly muscled,
pump up...

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I hear the rush of cars rushing by in the rain 
outside
   from my place in the fabled Lower east Side 
  Staying dry indoors 
I sit down and write this ode...

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I’m seeing a zombie rot. 
Is it Halloween or not?
If it’s not yet Halloween…
What would a haunted scarecrow mean?
Why would there be a ghost in the basement. 
He isn’t even paying rent!
All these haunted beings,
They...

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Dad is long gone now - nearly twenty years.
I still see his face with the deep lines etched
at the corners of his mouth from the beers
he’d consumed with smacking lips - beer I’d fetched
home in...

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When I was sick and in my reclining chair
With the remote tucked in my _curve
Box of Kleenex in reserve

How I longed for the freedom of the out of doors
To run across the meadow of spring
Blow,...

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Remember the day that you brought me home to stay.
Every time you set in me, I heard you stop and say.
Chair you are so soft and I rest easy within you.
Lazily you reclined and I...

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When my chair speaks it says so much to me
We have a conversation while I sip my tea
‘Hello my friend’ my chair will say
‘How are you and how was your day’

I reply to my chair...

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That plastic reclining chair 
                              ...

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Fast asleep in a reclining chair, woke from slumber, by crashing thunder
Suddenly the lights go out and the TV flickers in and out
Darkness comes about, silence of the TV seems to just shout
Dazed and confused,...

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Ok. So for those who don't know I want to go to California.
However I may get there, I don't really care.
Nor do I give a dam. Yes that's what I really meant 'cause what I...

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Beads of sweat roll down my back,
Feeling sick I nearly yack.
Body quivers, hands now shake
Tremors of my bodily earthquake.

Heard my name; I've been called
Stairs handrail I tightly hold.
I tap on the door to my right
Nerves...

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He sits alone in an old, empty house
Silence, not even the squeak of a mouse
Slowly dying of grief and sorrow 
Keeps hoping he’ll die tomorrow 

A pot of ashes sits at his side
Its been there...

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The forty-hour work week
kept same its firm streak,
but aging held a revealing
of different Friday feelings.
Beginning work at eighteen,
Monday became a wait thing,
a crawl to Friday night’s scene
when I was up for any
of mostly everything
with little...

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He sits in his cozy reclining chair, 
In poor health, tired, and feeling very old. 
The effect of times emotional toll
And what inner self aging brings to bear. 

I scroll back the echoes of this...

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I step into the new day.

Standing, 
in the valley of the mountains,
The red dawn predicts change.

Inside, a cloak of darkness hangs.

Daniel sits,
confused,
in his brown reclining chair.

Birds cut low through the morning sky.

Knowingly,
Earth follows the Laws...

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I have learned in the reclining chair,
		while the dentist mined deep veins of decay,
		how to transfer pain.
		The needled anodyne of novocaine
		is inadequate to allay
		the harrowing ache he engenders there.
		
		But not even by bending fingers until...

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