Mantlepiece Poems - Poems about Mantlepiece

...Municipal Bills and Elon Musk Driving down from my eyrie, I write to sound learned while the extent of my education was as a cook in the merchant navy and often thrown ashore in mystic harbors as ......

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...i'm talking world war three blues and how the baubles resemble the planet neptune one kid has trashed the grotto flameless LED tea light candles on the mantlepiece another exclaims, 'can we s......

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... I was born to sail. I can hear whispers of the ocean calling me, but there are no tides upon this mantlepiece. I cannot set sail, trapped in this glass cocoon, collecting dust.. I am no resting......

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......“ ‘I used to love talking with friends, they gave such meaning to my life, but after watching them all die… it no longer makes my eyes bright. “ ‘I’ve loved women of every type, indulged in......

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...Morning with snow It had been a cold, clear night, moonlight on icy soil towards dawn, it clouded over, snow fell soundlessly shielded the glittering glass of broken windows In the backyard ma......

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...crystal clear manger Jesus on the mantlepiece frost bite on the bench......

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...My vacuum cleaner’s broken, sits in the garage gathering dust Beside dad’s old green car, oxidising an orangey rust I tried washing it last week, and the water turned to wine Well the colour......

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...and then dew drops’ magic enveloped me in mist of fine doubt gave me an idea of what it meant not to have the foggiest haze of why and how I had been feeling so miserably blindfolded by an i......

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...When I was only two bricks and a ticky high I wrote my first ever treatise Three blind mice unbeknown to me highly philosophical not just to please The Gods of poetry duty bound on their quest ......

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...She searched for faith in disbelief. The Buddha on the mantlepiece had taken off his loincloth over night and stared her in the naked eye. A candle from last night’s p......

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...Forty days and forty nights in lock down Breathless for inhaling my own air ad infinitum Could be worse if I was left out to dry in the desert Isolation in my own four walls in solitude......

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...Looking through frosted glass of windows' sorrowed pain I who Reflects upon the frozen condensation in the shelter of my mind Delight that there are crystals on the panel which refract the joy ......

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...Matchstick Girl. Matchstick Girl in ragged clothes, lace up shoes and purple toes. 'Come buy your matchsticks from me sir, your wife all fancy in her fur'. Every night on London's streets the......

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......for the Rev Eric Shirvell-Price A blizzard of papers blanketed his desk. His pipe rack stood like a chess piece, mutely waiting to be shifted. Sepia toned photographs lined the mantlepiec......

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......for the Rev Eric Shirvell-Price A blizzard of papers blanketed his desk. His pipe rack stood like a chess piece, mutely waiting to be shifted. Sepia toned photographs lined the mantlepiec......

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