Short Bookcase Poems

at ease on my bookcase-yesterdays leisured hours...

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Spry words of mind’s eye
inert within the bookcase
till one met with you

© Harry J Horsman  2010...

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From atop my bookcase,
It’s spirit -
Clings to my experience.
Nicks and breaks -
A personality.
Inanimate objects;
Breathe with me -
With inanimate breath....

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Have your shelf, a merry little bookcase,
because you know it's true
Your books are piling up
and you don't know what to do....

So have your shelf
a merry little library.....too...

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Became because
Background bedbug
Boldface bookcase
Blackmail blacklist
Misspoke backstroke
Bellboy below
Blacksmith bluefish
Backside backslide

4/1/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
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The ancient cracking bookcase stuttered
Books trembled upon the shelves,
Then scattering across the rug bound floor
Where they took up new residence.

Those left in the bookshelf
started to rock back and forth
hoping to join the colonials on the floor....

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It went through me
the hot day;
vaulting back.
at night.
To hustle the poetry things.

Weary of the luminous
dials. I want to
think in dark.

*

The bookcase was empty.
Croaking words
had departed for
greener pastures.

Hold on.
I am coming to
defuse the grenades.


Satish Verma...

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You will learn a fortune
	If you dance with the books in the bookcase
The knowledge you would acquire,
  	Would cost you a fortune at any college
The words laid out on pages; and later dancing around your mind
The bookcase is loaded
	With topics for all genres.
And you will feel the joy, written inside, in time....

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Chandelier princess is a dream by herself.
Admired by faeries, browines and one cute elf.
She is placed much higher than a mere bookcase shelf.
Best of all chandelier princess likes being herself.
Saw her spinning in the sky today.
She looked exquisite, while her toes were twirling away.
I asked how she was doing and gave her a happy “hey!”
The green elf got jealous and told me to “be on my way”....

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It’s an interesting thing that little children do,

Catching fireflies in a jar not thinking it through.

They cover the jar and tighten the jar lid,

Placing it in the bookcase from mother it’s hid.

Tucked in their beds in a very dark room,

The tiny lights dancing as if to a tune. 

Then slowly one by one the lights go out,

It wasn’t a good idea, of this I don’t doubt.

Author Eileen Clark 2022...

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A Room with a view
Tight-dressed woman, heaving heart
Sizing hips for overweight
My inside motive
Lust leads me fly half a mile
To indulge storming senses.

Vision I nurtured
Years back, intruding my thoughts
A swarming brain, empty bed.
Now expanding stain
Like crowded private bookcase
Gathering dust, vision blurred.

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*Inspired by the title of a British Novel of the same title by E.M.Forster....

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We tossed gifts onto her desk until she was surrounded by them.
They were soon on the floors, because there was no space left
On her counters, her shelves, her chairs, her couch, her bookcase.
She is the boss; and I am sure would like us to stop.
However, we all want to get something in there,
incase she is one of those bosses that likes us accordingly.
Surely she isn’t I think as I lug in a giant gift bag of stuff....

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I was cleaning out my bookcase
Like I once cleaned out my heart
I came across your picture
It caused memories to start
Memories, not feelings
For you, my hearts asleep
The giant fist that clutched it once
Released the hurst so deep
Its been awhile since then
Im over you by now
I had to learn to trust again
I had forgotten how
Ill put your picture back in place
Between the pages of my mind
And forever leave you as you once left me
So very far behind...

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Stepladder up to the ceilings

Held with high reasons and feelings

The bookcase


Volumes of joy and pure leisure

State their case as printed pleasure

A bookworm


Shape a life into linked chapters

Mind and soul as truth extractors

His bookmarks


Many things he can’t quite discern

Unfinished business much to learn

To bookends


Legends fiction subconscious streams

Myths fantasy and vivid dreams

Of booklore 



01st May 2020...

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Have you seen a dancing banana?
It had not been the best day at work.
I gave the speaker a grumpy face.
Shook my head “no”, hoped he would disappear.

He was a new worker, no name tag yet.
“What are you working on?” He asked me.
“Budgets and stuff,” I said, without looking up.
He left me alone, and I was glad.

“HEY!” a voice yelled.
I looked up.
There was a dancing banana on the top shelf of my bookcase.
“Glad we got rid of him,” he said, doing a little two-step....

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For long bookcase-bound,
Some books committed suicide.
‘Few readers were found’,
The suicide note had decried,
Sobered, the rest of books cried.

The shock of the news
Caused many in library
Feel a stiffened noose,
Some of them on poetry
Thought of mass hara-kiri!
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Tongue-in-cheek |24.12.2020|
Topic: books, poetry

Poet’s note: More and more books are being printed, less and less, read; too many digital bytes chasing too few readers....

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Ah! Four walls, one ceiling, one floor, 
a window, two doors, one restroom
no bed, tons of roaches, one chair
no ashtrays, no TV, no radio
one leaking shower faucet
one clogged sink
one triple sofa
one fridge
one fan
Ah! 
zero flip flops
one fire extinguisher
one bookcase, two forks
two glasses, three pencils
three termites, four knives
four magazines, five socks
five strange boxes, six pears
six rat traps, seven thermometers
seven years living here, eight hours to go...

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We ordered a bookcase.
It came in a box.
To put it together, 
We had to outfox

Supposed instructions – 
All pics, not a word.
Yet we carried on – 
We would not be deterred!

We had the right tools,
All the nails, all the screws
And with plenty of time
We had nothing to lose.

We made some mistakes
But they all got repaired
And there wasn’t a minute
We really despaired.

At last it was finished
And now it is filled.
It looks better than great
And nobody got killed!...

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He gave me three books,
	such a gift,
those clean leaves of poems,
	that trio.

I rarely read books,
	though given
three prizes, that trio:
	cherished gems.

They sit on the shelf,
	not handled,
a gift from a friend,
	that trio.

They hold such a place,
	just right there,
the top of that trio's
	loved bookcase.

Those poems span centuries,
	so many.
A measure of treasure -
	and pleasure.

I do wish he'd call
	to see me,
ask me to savour
	this trio.


(2 Aug 2023)...

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