Short Chaise Lounge Poems

Lovely scented flowers, 
hanging like clusters of grapes…

Covering my arbor, shading 
the sun from my face…

Your scent sends me into
 dreamland…

With my eyes closed, relaxing 
on my chaise lounge and dreaming 
of paradise…

No distracting sounds, a cool
 breeze with mildly warm
temperature only enhances your
 intense fragrance…

By Sandra Lea Hoban
©2009...

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I rise up
Off the chaise lounge,
And greet the garden....

The tiger Lily’s 
Are orange freckled faces 
Soft as talc,
The morning dewdrops pose 
Expanding like a ballerinas tutu.

Now I pause 
To watch the roving buck 
Pass through......like a 
sentient being 
The antlers are miniature trees reaching
to the sky,

Silent, he is the guardian of the 
Countryside 
In midsummer....

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From the violin of lady fair
soft classical notes fill the air.

soothing music floats through open french doors
carried on a summer breeze
billowing lace curtains 

As I lie upon the chaise lounge
in and out of sleep I doze.
Sweet melody a lullaby.
Heavy eyelids begin to close.

Deep in my slumber 
he comes to me in a dream.
In his arms I swoon
as we waltz to Blue Danube.
Forever let it play on.



Broken Wing's contest.
It's All About Four.
23/04/2018...

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Everyone who has money
should drop it in a vat and
anyone who needs money

should take what they need 
a Swede, a Dane and two 
Norwegians tell Fred, also an

economist who flew in from Yale.
After a three-day seminar in the
Antarctic, the four men sit down 

with tankards of ale, each comfy 
in a chaise lounge chair on 
an ice floe slowly melting.

Back at Yale, CNN interviews Fred 
about his book on the seminar.
The CIA is now investigating.


Donal Mahoney...

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