Short Floorboard Poems

The beauty of His creation,
was not only to be seen,
it was meant to be kept,
pretty and clean.

Instead of throwing your
trash onto the road,buy you
a trash can and put 
it in your front floorboard....

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A creaking floorboard that never creaks; clearly something’s here.
Feeling like someone’s behind me; staring; chills tapping on my spine.
Ethereal spirit traveler, passing through my house.

...

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Produce stand stops for fresh strawberries.
Nowhere to put them but your car.
Summer heat creeping through the glass.
The berries are wilting in the floorboard.
Unbeknownst to you.
Wilting like your love.
Unbeknownst to me....

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Carpenter Handy Dandy Livin With His Mommy

There's a man named Handy Dandy
Wore corduroy pajamies
His mom loved him sadly
For he was a 47 year old carpenter
He still lived with her
Still fixing every single floorboard
Handy Dandy is a good boy
A mother's joy


10/28/18
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2018...

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I pushed at the open door,there was no sound,no noise,just darkness all around.Dust filtered my nostrils,a mustiness of lost years inhabited my senses.A loose floorboard creaked as I headed for the stairwell,the aroma of her Chanel provoked memories of my living hell.A tear of self-pity congealed in the dirt as I switched on the light."Hello son,...I knew you'd be back...He's gone..."...

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I pushed at the open door
no sound
just darkness inside. 
Dust filtered my
nostrils, 
    a mustiness of lost years
inhabited my senses. 

A loose floorboard
creaked in the stairwell, 
the aroma 
of her Chanel provoked memories 
of my
living hell. 
A tear of self-pity congealed
in the dirt at my feet

I switched on the light
"Hello son
     I knew you'd be back;
He's gone..."...

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He pushed at the open door
no sound
just darkness inside. 
Dust filtered his
nostrils, 
    a mustiness of lost years
inhabited his senses. 

A loose floorboard
creaked in the stairwell, 
the aroma 
of her Chanel provoked memories 
of his
living hell. 
A tear of self-pity congealed
in the dirt at his feet

He switched on the light
"Hello son
     I knew you'd be back;
He's gone..."...

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I pushed at the open door,there was no sound,no noise,just darkness all around.Dust filtered my nostrils,a mustiness of lost years inhabited my senses.A loose floorboard creaked as I headed for the stairwell,the aroma of her Chanel provoked memories of my living hell.A tear of self-pity congealed in the dirt as I switched on the light."Hello son,...I knew you'd be back...He's gone..."

...and then......

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(this happened a week ago Friday to a fellow teacher and friend
of mine named Phyllis. I thought it was quite a story and she 
got on the tv news in Utah)

Late
night as
her husband
drove them through an
intersection, there
came barreling at them
a drunk with his truck lights off!
He ripped off their car’s front end at
the point where their feet touched the floorboard.
In one sliced second, Phyllis missed sure death....

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the floorboard that gasps when stepped on
the blue bulb pulsing in an amber-lit room
the coffee stain colonizing your blue shirt—
some days, we’re nothing but
a tiny inconvenience

sharpen a pencil too far—it snaps
gargled too long, you swallow by accident
sending flowers too early—
some days, we’re nothing but
the clock that limps or leaps

some days, we are
the red shirt always missing—
until we bleed into everything...

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re-post inspired by Constance form D contest

THICKER THAN WATER

I pushed at the open door, no sound
just darkness inside. Dust filtered my
nostrils, a mustiness of lost years
inhabited my senses. A loose floorboard
creaked in the stairwell, the aroma 
of her Chanel provoked memories of my
living hell. A tear of self-pity congealed
in the dirt at my feet.I switched on the light,
"Hello son I knew you'd be back;He's gone..."...

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She scrambled
from where she sat
in the back seat
climbing onto the
trunk of that
long luxurious Lincoln
not to escape an
assassin's assault
as many assumed
but to collect the shards of
skull and bits of brain
that had been blown
back onto it as a bullet
blasted a hole in his head
his body lolling over to
lie limply in her lap
as her flowers fell to
the floorboard
sure that if she were
to stuff them back in
he would live again...

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Silently, stealthily, slowly
He strolled with great care
So as to avoid the floorboard
That would squeak 
And seal his fate

Smiling, sweating, successful
He slid past the enemy
That could terminate
The solace he sought
And savored

Sulking, seething, sitting
He swallowed day old soup
And dreamt of caviar
That could soothe his craving
And his sanity

Softly, safely, soberly
He slipped into serenity
Without a struggle
Into the shelter of eternity
And secrets...

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