Short Feather Bed Poems
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Unmistaken and unread
Words, walk, wakeup
Past the mahogany dresser
And the ruffled feather bed
Behind the sunrise
Where love speaks red
Words, walk, makeup
She is a woman
Unmistaken and unwed
Form:
In awe of him I stared as if he a mountain
of grey glaciers where black butterflies
drooped wings eyelids of the miserable mourner
our wasted limbs entwined, celtic knots half drawn
wilted wanderers wanting a feather bed
on which to lie, under glinting satin sunsets.
Playing on Grandma’s feather bed
I saw it shred
Knew I’d been had
Spanking by Dad
Birds of a feather, as they say
Steps in Big “J”
Gave Dad a chop
Asked him to stop
Remembering that incident
And how thing went
“J” gets for that
Feather in hat
Submitted by: Charles Sides
For the “Just A Minute” contest
Posted: 10/12/2012
Bluebird how I long for you
My love for you is strong
I want to hold you in my hand
And kiss you all day long
I'd bring your meals, I'd brew your tea
I'd make your feather bed
I'd open up my loving arms
So you could rest your head
I'd listen to your thoughts and dreams
I'd stroke your tired wings
I'd lift you up when you were down
And tell you many things
There once was a lady from Maine
Whose fiancé drove her insane
They all called him Fred
He slept in his sled
His dogs howled again and again
Well she shot him twice in the head
The doctor said he was quite dead
The sheriff said, "Belle",
"I don't think you're well -
"You could use a nice feather bed."
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That same soulful song
you crooned just before
closing time last night,
it lingered long in my head,
soothed my worried mind
and tucked into sleep's
warm feather bed
... my wounded heart.
You know how to make
that old tune sound
refreshingly new.
Songstress, your spell
made me believe happily
that, in this uncaring crowd
you cared and sang
... for only me.
.
The invisible waves of wind glide gently over me,
I sense a smooth stream stroke my shoulders,
letting me feel I’m on a swinging feather bed
like the cradle of childhood on which I lie.
As the tender zephyr softly sways me
I turn in a trance into a lilting buoyant leaf,
floating with the rhythm of the autumn breeze,
hanging on a hammock woven from wisp of wind.
That same sweet song
you crooned just before
closing time last night,
it lingered long in my head,
soothed my worried mind,
and tucked into sleep's
warm feather bed
..my wounded heart.
You've got a way of making
that old tune sound
so refreshingly new,
and a loving songstress' spell
making me believe happily
that, amid this uncaring crowd,
you care and sing
..for only me.
I tell you that I love you
As I whisper in your ear
You turn to me and kiss me
Hearts go from far to near
I caress the frontside of your wrists
With the least perceptive touch
My fingers turning circles
Is the exafference too much?
I run my hands behind your neck
You've had a long, hard day
Relax and let me rub the nape
I'll knead the stress away
Lie down now on this feather bed
And sleep until daybreak
May all your dreams be sweet ones
I'll be here when you wake