Short Divan Poems

I’m now officially old
And the tell tale indicator
Is that having sex in a single bed
Isn’t an option any longer...

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'La maja desnuda'*
by Francisco Jose de Goya
his Venus upon a divan did laze
with a straightforward& unashamed gaze

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Tim Conway was my favorite funny man
Back on the Carol Burnett Show, a great big fan
Busted me up
Filled my cup
Wet myself more than once sitting on the divan...

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Tim Conway was my favourite funny man
Back on the Carol Burnett Show, a great big fan
Busted me up
Filled my cup
Wet myself more than once sitting on the divan...

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This wonderful happy peace-loving man
Is here to tickle your shillelagh on the divan
No charge do I charge
As I steer my barge
While downing a whiskey with my pet orangutang...

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Seems just like yesterday when all this began
From a wee one on a tricycle to today on a divan
Recalling those days
Of a long-ago place 
When the world seemed simpler on life's caravan...

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A knitted quilt lays on my bed's divan
Needled by Grandma, generations ago
Its wool fiber pliant and wide enough
To keep the family cuddled in bonfire eves
Sheltering me now, her heirloom's gift.



C T Contest: Wool
Jan 17, 2016...

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On her velvet, aquamarine divan, 
    With poetic thoughts, so sylvan.

At peace with midnight’s universe.
    The starlit sky, understands her verse.

How near to God, in heart, is she. 
    Her feathered, poetic quill, sings of eternity!


                    1/6/2023




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Five Parrots and a Cat


Prior to bed
Maeve covers no cage
She binds the beak

of four of the five
that cruise all day
all lemon and lime

from drape to drape
while on the divan
Maeve weaves, Maeve sings

The fifth she thongs
to a porch rail 
to screech

until morning
A week from now
Maeve will drown

the last Siamese 
when unlike her brothers, 
the cat won’t stop pacing


Donal Mahoney...

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In chilly sensation held
Wrapped within warm quilt
I could almost feel my balmy
Breath condense through the 
Air
With the odor of my favorite
Scents swarming through my
Hair
I sit with passion, my divan positioned
My posture upright, my thoughts
Engaged
My room lit just right
My table perfectly placed
I focus, I think
I stare

Glasses on, books on the 
Right pages… pens, pencils, 
Some papers to solve upon
Then tear…...

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For children’s maw a woman slept,
When not, wage and daily bun slept.

In hope that at late last he’d come,
Windows, leaving doors open, slept.

The night, shadowy more than shy,
On spreading her dark omen, slept.

‘I need none whoso in all world’, 
My pride, in death all undone, slept.

Dog-tired, enduring my burden,
Me all awake, my divan slept.
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Ghazal |05.12. 2023| sleep
Based on a Gujarati Ghazal by Mitra Rathod.
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"Time marches on", consistent punctual
Bodies' cells repair keeping up for while
Then like morn's sky changes slower renewal
Body ages no longer agile

Acceptance of life's blows or Adam's sin
Makes getting older easier knowing
There is a better place than this has been
Where no more physical decline showing

"Time marches on", consistent punctual
I'll live each day doing best_most I can
With riches laid up gaining accrual
While I wear the soft shoes, sit on divan ...

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there are no secrets in the house of pain
in the citadel of death there is no fear.
At the foot of the mighty mountain
on the outskirts of madness, she
reclines on a divan, like a queen;
the Lady of Devastation and Entropy.
Dressed in a glorious gown of regal red
that to human eyes appears as emerald green
she sips black coffee and nibbles on dark
chocolate and smokes a slender cigarette.
With each sip, each bite, each puff
a thounsand worlds die amidst silent screams.
... She smiles...

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