Short Armchairs Poems

He dreams in electric themes
draping around the armchairs
he wheezes  down time

Across feral fields his eyes skims
the scenery
His shadow silhouetted by the evening sun
aware of the amolaly
recalling a spectral  youth...

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Bananas and bicycles
pullovers and pears
armchairs with attitude
and cutlery that cares
gum trees and giggles
seaweed and snouts 
desserts with detachment 
and porridge that pouts
mink coats and mountains
water and winks
toes with tenacity
and silence that thinks
I encounter these things 
adrift in my dreams
hugging tight
a pillow that screams....

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Haiku/Tanka/Haiku for Linda-Marie's contest.

Autumn has arrived
     the gentle years are calling
          love, life at harvest.

Friends like old armchairs
come to coffee the morning
glide in the porch swing
and we reminisce for hours;
pastel roses without thorns.

Come with me my love,
     take my hand; we'll go walking
          west, into the sun....

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I'd like to believe
Peace is a natural state
That war is foreign
But I see war after war
And brother slaying brother

Old sacrifice young
Our youth gone before their day
Then I want to cry
For thought that they gain nothing
Are lost through their innocence

What a wonder    youth
How pliable and pristine
They want but to shine
While all the burnt-out old men
Pull the strings from their armchairs...

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I remember red curtains
and red, round 
Loony Tunes logo.

Red couch and armchairs.

Beets on my plate
and two dark butterflies
nestled in the corner of the room.

How excited and scared I was
when I though they were a bat.

Balcony door got open,
the curtains moved
and they flew away.

I remember red spots
on their fluttering wings.

Yet, somehow Sunday
is still a yellow day.

Boring,
depressing,
pressuring....

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Memory of the Aged

  Blurring mist creating a transcendent skull,
  Gradually dissipating into thin air by glimmer of the sun,
  Aged plucked toothed corn-row
  Of horny gum smile, broadening,
  Grim lips fall flat,
  To blab like ignorant spoil infants,
  Greetings dug up and hung in the shoulder of space,
  Ensnared walking sticks tucked near ancient monument
  armchairs,
  While ghosts apparitions lounge in breezy atmosphere....

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