Short Garage Sale Poems
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at a garage sale
tables of pre-owned items...
life stories and tales
in a motley collection
sold for just a buck or two
milk white porcelain
dresden stamp on the bottom
valuable purchase
found at garage sale
appreciated more now
two dollars well spent
milk white porcelain
dresden stamp on the bottom
valuable purchase
found at garage sale
appreciated more now
two dollars well spent
Up in the mornin’ and out the door.
Goin’ garage salin’ some more.
Shop, shop, shop, shop, never stop.
She’ll have me out there until we drop.
1221 Boiling Weather Drive
First customer gets a free beehive
With purchase ten bones or more
Food, drinks, desserts galore
Porcelain hitchhiker needs a ride
Written for the tongue twister challenge
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Aunty acquired an
antique armoire
for her red-leather yellow-leather
lingerie.
Unique New Yorker, she!
Mama got the pot
at her neighbor’s garage sale
sixty years ago.
It outlived her and
will feed her son, and his child
and his children’s children
long after he’s done using it
as his snare drum.
the garage sale sellers could not get rid of the bike
It takes a certain person, two actually, said Mike
It was a tandem bike, they could not sell that day
Until a giraffe family came by and happily rode it away.
She arrived at the garage sale
wearing a feathered headdress
She wore a rainbow tutu
Her tights matched her faerie wings
She said hello to all of us
Delighted with everything
We gave her more than she bought
Loving her enthusiastic thank yous
garage sale
placed junk from the past self
upon the driveway for
the passers by to come and
rummage through
riffling amongst the used goods
that are no longer wanted by the new self
spring cleaning of the garage of the subconscious
have begun
GARAGE SALE
Things
They are staring at me
Pleading to please use me!
One year, two years, three years
Had passed
Things, they are still ogling at me.
Garage sale today
Things, I listen to your pleadings
Yes, I will take you out
Give you away with a heavy heart!
I am getting rid of HATE
Releasing my ANGER
Controlling my TEMPER
Relaxing my MIND
Regaining my HAPPINESS
Reliving PAIN and DESPAIR
Sharing my THOUGHTS
COMMUNICATING
Allowing you to WALK in my shoes
FEEL my HEIRLOOMS
ENDURE my LIFE
MAKING PEACE WITH MY SELF
ACCEPTING me FLAWS IN ALL
Sour grapes,
Ancient clunker,
Moldy Gorgonzola,
Scarred garage sale table.
Fine wine,
Vintage car,
Rich blue cheese,
Polished antique furniture.
Time passes for all things.
Whether treasure or trash,
Depends upon the attitude.
Life is no different.
THEME: Aging
CNN:
Three minutes
Focus on home security,
Iraq war,
Who is con?
Who is pro?
The tolerance is absurd,
New Orleans is sinking,
Another commercial.
I pulled out the electrical wire
I took the TV set
Out.
I reserved the whole day
For my garage sale.
I will content
With Fifty dollars
Return
Form:
paper typewriters books and dictionaries
pens pencils desk
coffee cups
come on down
we're the coolest sale in town
we've got books
and nooks
pick out a pen
spend less then ten
i'm having a party
so don't be tarty
i've got type writers
and a desk to make things tightier
so come and spend
it's less i have to lend!
The residents will soon be moving.
There is lots of miscellaneous and
still useable items.
Some old growth redwoods
and fishable seas, some
breathable air
and unpolluted shores,
bargains galore so
don't hesitate
to make an offer.
All prices are negotiable
and everything must go.
Saturday, from 9-5, please,
no earlies.
Earth, the nearest cross-street
is Milky Way.
For sale a bunch of fine unused words, many misspelled
Poet can’t uses them; mind is on strike, the pen has been stilled
These words never used for they never quite seemed to fit
Got them online; advertisement said they were a complete poetry kit
Can’t send them back because I did use a few; the remainder unused
Selling at half price; many are funny words which will leave you amused
Max is back in his favorite chair.
I mended the chew with scotch tape.
Waiting for curious buyers to buy,
My beautiful things for the sale.
As I also wait for rain, I write.
I let the dogs enjoy the fresh air.
Three people stopped by, bought.
I put back for me and my children.
I called a cab, he loads donations
Into his van. Off we go for drop,
And get gas for my little gold car.
I would like two of those I told the lady of the house.
I was staring at her two mushroom plant holders.
I can pay whatever you want, I told her.
I could tell that she was pleased.
I made them myself, she informed me.
But I am saving them for my children, she acknowledged.
I knew her children pretty well.
I waited for my chance.
After her death I bought them for a quarter apiece
At their garage sale
When I die where will my dragons go?
Will my faeries and unicorns survive?
Will anyone remember me at all?
Will the family fight over my orange chair?
When I expire, will I watch and smirk?
Will I attend my own wake?
Will my hippie paintings be admired or discarded?
Will the kids have a garage sale or a bonfire or both?
Will they even gather and think of me a second or more?
When I die will anyone speak?
Will they play Puff the Magic Dragon, my only request?
Will I care?