Short Bookstore Poems

Red geraniums
Next to the backdoor
In the alleyway
Behind the bookstore...

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you read the times
or books on your mind
or do you just look
at the signs
do you seek much more
you no where to go
not the picture show
go tot  the
BOOKSTORE....

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they stopped for a few seconds at her favorite place
A used bookstore like no other
the proprietor watched the gorgeous couple.
Thrilled that Madeline had found a handsome beau...

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Walk on by
The park
Walk on by
The house of God
Walk on by
The bookstore
Walk on by
The road to success
Walk on by
The road to freedom
Because it is available
To anyone that wants it...

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I found a book of ancient spells
It’s hard to read and it smells
I found it at a German bookstore
“My current meal is such a bore,
so this spell I scream and shout
give me a heaping wad of sauerkraut”...

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Heather, at the bookstore, told her this would be hard
The ladies in Lamaze, all delivered safely before her, said it was a snap
Sweat didn't even form on her face
Contractions fast, pushing hard and 
Now she has her baby...

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My passion is to find obscure places,
shops down alleys with old traces;
artisan, bookstore or second hand,
I can spend hours exploring . . . 
For me this is calming and never boring,
and lovely when I find a "thing" grand....

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Love found itself at
The bookstore on the corner of main
Where two older people
Crashed into each other
While heading to the door
Sending books flying everywhere
They introduce themselves while
He helps her pick up her books and
The relationship between the two
Blossoms...

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They trade you one for two,
Within the same price range,
Their formula won’t change,
And later when you’re through
You’ll swap them for some new.

But when my life is done,
Will books I’ve written be
Recycled, mindlessly,
Will there be even one
Collectors hunt, for fun?...

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They trade you one for two,
Within the same price range,
Their formula won’t change,
And later when you’re through
You’ll swap them for some new.

But when my life is done,
Will books I’ve written be
Recycled, mindlessly,
Will there be even one
Collectors hunt, for fun?...

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owls do not have a lot of control of their bowels
they manage inventory in a bookstore named McPowell’s
If you are looking for books on fouls, fans or vowels
or picture books of thick rod dowels or fluffy pink towels
Watch your head because McPowell’s owls cannot control their bowels...

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Bookstores were my life’s mooring
Where my spirit felt both shy and effusive
Shy, bashful, a girl wearing her heart on her sleeve,
Effusive, flowing about the pages – impulsive,
Resisting the urge to plow through the words
Without indulging in the crisp scent of this new novel.

...

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I went to the BIG
bookstore and read
poetry by every author
that has been published.
Now, I can imitate them.
I can write you poetry.
I can give you a page of
thrift shop words—words
that belonged to someone else.
Please take them.
Hold on to them.
Hold on to me.
Soon, I will suffocate
you with my own words....

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Listen to poem:

Clay saucer
clay pot
potting soil
striped triangular stone
tiny green bud
tall bamboo stalk
fleshy green leaves
held in place by
patio umbrella crank
sits on latticed
black round wrought iron
table at Bart’s Books
Ojai, California,
quiet, peaceful,
so serene
till a bookstore-hating baby
screams....

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the clay walls

of the bookstore

drunk with know

-ledge feel the creeping

sin of life

perched down the tree

opens its eyes

in the dark room

(almost four)

A.M. the urge

to close its eyes

to the tail

shaking lost phantoms 

seas faces melt 

vision fuses flakes

of shadow calmly coaxing

the sun to rise…....

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I live in a garret on 59th street
  above a bookstore and an Irish bar.
  I listen to Classical music on a cheap
  radio and smoke Parliament cigarettes.

  I compose poetry. I feed my creativity
  with whiskey through my afternoons and
  write until my thoughts become mundane.
  There are brief moments of brilliance....

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There was a woman 
Today at the bookstore
On Bardstown Road
Her hair was purple
With a little green
Mixed in for class
I guess
She had glasses with
Black frames
Wearing a blue dress
Her breasts were pointy
Firm and round
I smiled at her
She smiled a fake smile
And we went
Our separate ways
Too bad I said
She was a nerd
Just a geek
Just my type...

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Books

What is a book, 
What is under that cover,
You will never know unless you open to discover.

The treasures inside are great indeed,
Just sit yourself down and read, read, read.

There are books of poems and books of jokes,
There are even books of plain old folks.

Books of animals, trees, snakes and more,
So hurry over to your local bookstore....

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Paper thin 
Frail to the touch 
Time passes 
It cracks 
And rips 
Stripped of beauty 
Left with age 

Dry and worn 
Sorrow upon the fingertips 
Musty smelling  
Spine broken 
Missing pages 
Wisdom remains 
Deep within ink 
    
With each new reader 
A new lover 
Caressed and full of hope 
A new adventure 
As the pages turn 
Listen for the its breath 
And its growing heartbeat...

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I thought to write a Short Story…
then thought, what if my story
required more? Then thought to
write a long story...and thought, 
what if my long story dragged-on
to just bore? So, I gave more thought
to writing...and concluded, with a hefty
purchase at the local bookstore.

I don’t know good poetry…
but have written enough bad
poetry -- to have learned great
poetry!...

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dear gentle reader's, go out and have fun
the summer is here, visit a bookstore
feel the zaphyr as it touches your face
when sun is up high and 
swan's playful game in the lake
sit by the lake with poetry in one hand
watch ladybug climb up your hand
lay down your head on the green grass
watch the paintings that tree shadow paint
forget your tiring efforts, make new memories...

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By Mulaudzi Ndifelani Eric

The above poem featured there.
Sorry for inconvenience. Thanks.
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unforseen catastrophe called"SIN,A MEMIOR",and will beavailable at 
www.wordclay.com/bookstore.its an original write about the hellhole bosque 
bello cemetary in my town fernandina beach,and three ghosts that reside 
there.its a true story and its well written.please consider my book for 
christmas.thank you....

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A brown man with a full beard passes
I continue to read.

A young white man--handsome--
stops and sips at the fountain directly my left

An old women, wearing a winter coat with leopard print--wealthy looking--
hobbles by

A middle aged women--indeterminate--
walks slowly by

I catch a whiff of cigarette smoke

I say a quick prayer for her

I continue to read.
...

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