Short Garret Poems

change garret 
chained up garette 
change up grade 
rubber
blonald bluck...

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Everyone liked Garret.
The girls wanted to be his friend.
The boys wanted to be him.
Garret was like a charming epidemic
Mimicked by his appreciative peers.
Adored by his teachers.
His smile was dazzling.
His reputation widespread....

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Where will the little sheepie go
When the fields are full of snow?
Maybe he has a garret flat
Where he eats carrots and gets fat

I fear in truth it is not so
And in the fields those bumps of snow
Conceal the sheepie shapely form
I hope his fleece will keep him warm...

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I live in a garret on 59th street
  above a bookstore and an Irish bar.
  I listen to Classical music on a cheap
  radio and smoke Parliament cigarettes.

  I compose poetry. I feed my creativity
  with whiskey through my afternoons and
  write until my thoughts become mundane.
  There are brief moments of brilliance....

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Nineteen ninety one, at the age of six saw the frenzied dance of the cyclone
In the atrocious dark of the night, we were out of sleep, fighting with wild storm
We heard the scream of people, lost our tin shed whole roof with the garret zone
On the waist of uncle I cried out for safe shelter but everyone was in unsafe mourn
In the light of next day I forgot the night and was busy to pick up fallen mangoes in lorn

©Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
24/10/2022...

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