Shellac Poems - Poems about Shellac

...She smiles and considers the crowd, all backward somersaulting detached vagabonds, all, serious soft smalls revealed - marshmallows imbued with the glee of writing irregular poetry; works of......Read the rest...

...The company wishes to research an idea. Creating slotted aluminium frames that Would be 18 inches thick centered between Two areas.the external area would be double slotted to house a poly ther......Read the rest...

...There is an empty chair where you would sit on the other side of my dining room table with the worn finish after fifteen years of use It was beautiful when I bought it We would listen to old re......Read the rest...

...Let me walk along the velvet beach, collecting shells upon crushed stretch. Sun rearing-up a nine year old — teach her to be happy, care-free, an oceanic sketch. Eyes wide open, examine the gi......Read the rest...

...I go about my daily tasks that are necessary to keep a household humming along smoothly like the works of the antique clock on my dresser over a century and a quarter old The little teeth of the ......Read the rest...

...I look at your face and it is all I can do Not to keep you forever, as you chase away my blue I have no idea who put this face on you in the store But I am severely in love with you forevermore. ......Read the rest...

...sitting on the steps of the Winthrop Baptist Church observing the trickle of treasure seekers poring over the detritus of trinkets gadgets broken tools unfinished projects games used toys as......Read the rest...

...Beautiful Fall day early December Temp in 50's Sun shining bright Pondering mysteries of life, romantic relationships--- Daily excursions for salvation relieve stress, temptations. Questi......Read the rest...

...Now as i weave my poetry, he says to me "You look good beautiful From the tips of your fingers to the ends of your nails" I smile back and continue to my second stanza I'll give you......Read the rest...

...I was sitting on the beach enjoying the dawn When along comes a crab with two fierce pincers drawn When I shifted off slightly to give him some space He sat down beside me with pincers retraced. ......Read the rest...

...You want to know what annoyeth me? Let me count the ways! I could weave a veritable tapestry of all my aggravations, mostly in light and deep crimson hues which signify the violence in my Heart. Eas......Read the rest...

... Scene from a borderless willowed window frame one scarlet cigar of sparking neon smoked on slaplit glass perhaps meantime the cinderous binding frays but that face carries cities c......Read the rest...

...Hanks of horse tail Fractured hair Slipping pegs and Rosin dust Memories of these tunes I used to play as a kid Hadn't heard them in many years One page each or Half-a-page In this b......Read the rest...

...Sand in my eyes with the grit and the dust and the every reflection of infinite rust Brown, gold and blue and that beautiful green Crystalize eyes that have seen what they've seen Oil the hinge......Read the rest...

...Yesterday, I walked the lane Where once I lived And found my cane Not yet a cane But only just a dogwood limb Barked and petalled still Lying in the lane Within a boy's dream And I thoug......Read the rest...