Parlour Poems - Poems about Parlour

Reflection lies elsewhere. I'm beneath, though beyond this glass, captured between layers, framed- caught, yet not within the paint, nor resting upon its lustre. Intangibly everything and nothing. These pictures on parlour walls, just replicas, store-bought, filling a space: for now. Somehow pride of place, I'm absorbed. In a moment of my connected disconnect, I know I'm also just a copy of a copy. Incidentally serving my...

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Her name was Susan and she was breathtaking. She could spin a poem into a spider’s web strength and ethereal wisps. I was smitten beyond reason. Captured by lust quickly tuning toward love. Then the however happened. However, Susan was adept at spinning a gossamer web Silently, she captured victims blinded with lust like this one whose idea...

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Her name was Susan and she was breathtaking. She could spin a poem into a spider’s web strength and ethereal wisps. I was smitten beyond reason. Captured by lust quickly tuning toward love. Then the however happened. However, Susan was adept at spinning a gossamer web Silently, she captured victims blinded with lust like this one whose idea...

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Her name was Susan and she was breathtaking. She could spin a poem into a spider’s web strength and ethereal wisps. I was smitten beyond reason. Captured by lust quickly tuning toward love. Then the however happened. However, Susan was adept at spinning a gossamer web Silently, she captured victims blinded with lust like this one whose idea...

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So many flavours to choose from, My licking tongue can't wait on, Toppings applied, build it high, My taste buds about to cry, To my mouth, it'll soon be gone....

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I watched as the little spider hung from a silken thread Ready to begin construction of its intricate web With each weave of silk the web slowly took shape A web from which insects would seldom escape With its web all completed it took center stage And waited for an insect to blindly engage Then a butterfly...

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I went to the ice cream parlour At one of our seaside resorts And I wanted an ice cream But, well, there were allsorts “Knickerbocker glory sir?” The ice cream mans retorts “Yes I do enjoy a certain amount Of freedom in these shorts”...

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Infinitesimal, wooden, musty cages Beautiful, multifarious birds Silently weep and perch Alienated from the healthy, broad environment To satiate human desires Materialized their freedom A sort of sadism inflicted Miserable existence Their movement, delight, happiness trapped No tree, no nest, no lakes Howsoever gorgeous be the cage Yet cannot replace the natural, green habitat No joy, no chirp, no song For wanderings long But a pestered survival To hopes, cheer,...

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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 the latest spat between two male lovers living next door; bitter pursed lips mouth, gays, a lifestyle she abhors. Clad in wool...

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