Short Furnished Poems

clothes of flesh n‘bones
vital organs sustain
Soul’s temporary lair furnished
with carnal desires and neurosis...

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Voodoo cryptograms
were the mirrors
alleviating all that is
bred of elementary nature
having spaked in tones
that could quake the bones
fashioning humanity’s frame
furnished by deathly tales...

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Some say Zephyros blew her off
They say she was a newborn being welcomed
Others assert Horae furnished her clothing to hide her shame
Well, I can see and I have my own theory of this work

All that she wanted was a few squares of toilet paper!!!!...

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Home
I want 
To live in,
Built-in marble
Furnished with choice woods,
Solace of peace and joy
Where light beams with great intense
Piano sounding as children sing
With the night which covers us with love
To be protected from wolves,cold and pain....

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We would like to rent a place in the worst winter months
But it would have to be fenced
As we have two-hundred-pound dogs
And one of them would tear up almost everything
So even though we would rent it furnished
It might be empty when we left...

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Life

My cherished one 
set against 
a sordid world 
My lanes are coerced 
just as my feet are formed 
My life is a platter 
furnished on a plaza 
dicing my thoughts 
stewing my ordeal
rendering my life 
a treasure meal
set before a soulless world
...

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Home….

I have a new house
Not too far from here
Just a mile away
A cozy cottage
To be remodeled

The rooms need paint
It comes furnished
I’ll hang some drapes
And paintings too

I will cook
Set the table
Take a bath

Get dressed
Serve meal

Home...

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We have been coaxed by honeyed words,
Deranged by colonized thoughts, my sons.
Our sinews have furnished their bans
While we are submerged in poverty’s fangs.

You hold to each others’ throat
Nourished with daggers from intruders’ moats. 
Is this how you want My bloodline to end?...

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something here
is not right when 
i breach into the
eye of your candy

what was once neatly 
furnished is now 
carelessly shambled
the sourness of it all
leads me to endlessly
leap

trust is melted quicksand
under the merciless sun
when it rises, the apex of descension
truly begins...

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The Neediest
                     by Odin Roark

Still life furnished room
Broken chair
One dare not sit on
Narrow bed
Hard to sleep on
Table leaning
Daren’t eat on
Two-burner
Caked hard with spilt on
Out the window
Hope often stomped on

Someone’s present year 
Destined to be long gone...

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She greeted him with the dryness of the desert and he brought her to the ocean

Rich love burned hot between their hands

Melting them into their earths

His tides soothe her bodies drying in the sun

More of him is more of her

He gave her monsoons and she furnished him shells

Eternal energies...

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so let me indicate
the way and the detours for those

show
what light that in slices shines not

tell
how many painful steps to where

(I furnished the house with pots of poison
sharp scissors and sinister frames
the windows bite the day
the rugs hide traps
and the door won't let you out)

welcome to the end...

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Beware your saviours.
But why bother learning now?
Indulge yourselves some dignity, best give up and lie down.

It's what you wanted.
Don't dare ask why or how.
Built empires off your backs you simply furnished them a crown.

One fix the other.
And all you get is broke.
Short-changing you maintains their float so in their debt you drown....

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so let me indicate
the way and the detours to never

show
what light that in slices shines a resounding no

tell
how many painful steps and how far they go

(I furnished the house with pots of poison
sharp scissors and sinister frames
the windows bite the day
the rugs hide traps
and the door won't let you out)

welcome to this kind of end...

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When I cry out your name,
 can you hear it out at sea?

My voice echoes inside my head,
 but does it travel far beyond my bedroom walls?

My head is furnished with memories of you and I,
 are these memories enough to keep our love going strong?

The answer lies within our swollen hearts,
 but will they ever deflate to reach what we've been looking for?...

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I tried to plant my words,
those untold stories in a book,
and caged my melodies on your lips.

I tried to stroll on a path
Smiling in excitement
from those cold utterances from a heart.

I tried to inscribe you in my Diary 
Draw your names with roses
and design your heart like Furnished Paradise.

I tried to love you
with my heart battling to a sigh
that will cause it slumping in LOVE....

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fear fell away from discussion
the inferior postulate
that anothers poetry
hath not free speech
beneath the scope
of obligation
of love
of love the mind
is left, desolate sound
and smut ridden apocalypse
is your pretense to burn
burning earth in chase of heroic confine
subjection, and of war crimes study
you have been charted
from paranormal disdain
congradulatory suffering
is you house furnished?
...

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Hell is my mind,
heaven is my mind,
ghetto is my mind,
palace is my mind,
it is unfurnished,
and furnished,
it is a umble of extremes,
it is stable,
and quite a fable,
it has with this rot,
made many learn,
and called well taught,
I wonder if they will preserve mine,
like they did of many,
who did the maximum whine,
even if they did it would be of little use,
because I would not be there with my mind....

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My house is but a heart of shattered glass
With broken crystals that carpet the floor
Un-furnished bronze and cracks of damaged brass
Disease the dining of my hearts decor
A heart once healthy love held to adore

Of that fine drum-line...spirited and free
That danced to beat now drifts depressed in me
Awaiting for loves donor to revive
Yet my ship sank in loves seductive sea
Heart questions love...which lover shall arrive?...

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Furnished from the beginning with superlative demeanor,
You sway no haughty elbows,
And murder all colours of mockery,

Refrain from staring down the bridge of your nose,
As well as the egocentric adults
That bear the sharpness of a minotaur horn.

Your own sanctuary
Is crafted from knife fissures and bullet nests,
The nightmare of cathedrals;

Though existence must be slain
In order to fashion birth, yet
existence is never slain for applause...

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They were born in the sea with sea-care, 
You have got them up
Now that you have preserve them in care, 
Into your furnished flats in a gorgeous city.

Your city is too safe! 
Let's think, free of earthquake and tidal flood, 
Let's think, armed guards have flawless eyes on them, 
Let's think, also, secretly you have kept them in a hidden chest, 

Yet, It's the matter for time being, 
Once, in future, all these seashell will dissolve into the sea!...

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Home..that familiar place
     to light a downcast face

Home..a place to learn & grow up
     to drink slowly at life's cup

Home..sometimes filled with tears
     where we confront our fears

Home..to be open and real
      and tell it as we feel

Home..somewhere to dream & wish,
      somewhere to hug & kiss

Home..a place to live & die
      somewhere to mourn & cry

Home..furnished by love' s touch
     bedecked in comforts we trust so much...

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Freddy Farkle, fumbling forecaster for Forestville,
friggin' fudged Friday forecast....fair?!
first florid felicitous, falling flurries followed,
froze flowers, foiled!
faraway farmhouse, furrowing farmland,
frigid fanny, furious, frustrated,
frumpy, frazzled!
furry forest friends furnished flannel frock,
finding Freddy's fails funny, frivolity,
fortunately frequent fallible forecasts
found Freddy flying faraway,
fallaciously forecasting for fermented folks!...

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The questions are calming,
much to his surprise,
root him into 
deep rock foundation
while answers tip in shallows. 
He knows there will always be 
questions, even while answers 
topple.
.
Last night
he imagined a universe 
furnished with questions, 
where things were 
inverted as small sucking 
vacuums in a space of 
larger, weaker vacuums. 
Was this where 
he might have come from? 
Unknown land, 
unconscious world, did dreams 
flash in and out there?...

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In the beginning,
the wood floor’s purpose
granted ease of care.

Grandchildren, however,
took two running steps
in sock feet, and slid
all the way down the hall.

Sweet William and Petunia,
sent feline fur floating
through breathing space
as they chased one another
and batted toy mice
across the shiny planks.

The warm, wooden hue
furnished a fitting tableau
with the furniture
of our casual lifestyle.

Peace and contentment,
settled by design
on multi-purpose surface....

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