Settee Poems - Poems about Settee

My Bicycle of Imagination

...My Bicycle of Imagination

The day and I are hand in hand, 
brimming with a zippety-whippity-do.
I sit atop my saddle, my bicycle, my hill;
the morning mist is ragged like candy floss
on barbed...

Dumpster Fire

...In a dumpster at a house close to me
were the contents of a home bourgeoisie. 
In the night, it caught fire,
which did fill me with ire;
was gonna dive for a velvet settee!...

The Picture on the Parlor Wall

...All became purview in her constant gaze ~
eyes that followed, no matter my corner,
nor settee where fleur-de-lis begged recline ~
and, no peace was found in voyeuristic laze.
Even in the vestibul...

Wanting

...
Oh, oh! 	pity party
I want          my old house back
I want it summer
	windows open    curtains    fluttering
                   in the ocean breeze

I want my carpet		sofa	     chairs
		de...

Newlywed fix'er

....

          Pouting
         day long
   Save mine arrive

Smiling in the settee
        hern cute

            limp



*shadang; there'z the sum who missed this
                (this ...

Burp

...Reindeer at Christmas will often eat carrots
Though Santa once had one who liked to eat parrots
But parrots at Christmas can be hard to find
He wasn’t too fussy so he didn’t mind
He never complai...

The Ache of An Abandoned Wife

...She did not have to guess.
She felt it in her bones. 
Unfaithful he always was,
Unfaithful he'll always be.
She knew where he would be.
 
Anger flared in the pit of her stomach,
A heart-wrench...

No Settee For Betty

...A plump little girl named Betty
She ate copious amounts of spaghetti
She loved the stuff
It was never enough
She got too fat to sit on the settee...

Ikea Assembly

...Do you ever think about film characters in the realms of reality?

Think about someone like Grima Wormtounge making Saruman a pot of tea?

What about the eye of Sauron trying to find someone to p...

Grabbing a Life Line

...Night bring terrible memories,
shadows of yesteryears,
it takes my breath away
in fears, anguish and hell.
An ugly wolf runs after me
as I slither in the mud
heart beats burst my chest with pai...

October '61

...We struggled along damp, smoke-filled streets;
leaves still summer green, 
a chilly breeze rustling some, turned golden early 
in anticipation of the fall.
Neil at one end of the log; 
me at the...

Good Dies and Bad Belongs

...Walking home I kick the stones. I kick the dirt as well.
Today a life changed but not for me, for someone, someone else.

I see the birds fly into the tree, I listen to their songs. I see the chil...

I Think of Life With An Elegant Man

...I think of life with an elegant man.
I see a man whose hands are silk to me.
He's stunning in a suit (well-groomed is he).
He loves to read and maybe plays Chopin.
He whisks me off to Paris or Mi...

A Memory

...A Memory
By Sy Roth


It didn’t come in like an invading horde of Mongols astride their horses.
It came like a Siren whispering a sweet song, blowing soft winds in my ear.

The old woman sat o...

Smokey the Curious Cat

...Through all his years he was such fun,
Companion, friend and more;
Adventure was his middle name,
And I was never bored.

As long as Smokey was around,
He'd brighten up my day.
He'd snuggle, c...

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