Short Knick Knacks Poems

Knick knacks were at the top of my gift list
one stood out and walked over too brisk
slow motion it fell
still intact I could tell
sudden turn with huge purse a high risk!




9-8-17...

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Baubles and bangles
  doo-dads and what-nots
Trinkets and knick-knacks
  don't stir my pot...

Excitement, adventure
  discovery, peril
Launch me over Niagara Falls
  pulling levers in a barrel...

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I found a picture
Cracked and covered in dust
I found it in a box
Taped tightly shut
I found a few knick-knacks
And fought back tears
I found some supplies
And fixed the photograph

Even in death
Your smile is radiant
Even in death
You give me strength...

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Dance of a spring storm brought some rain along
Sparkling mountain tops with glitters of charms
Decorating foothill trees with fluffs of knick-knacks
Caressing blooming plants with respect from heart
Adding further to rivers, reservoirs, creeks and ponds
Carrying exuberance to rejoice, appreciate and dance...

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I Weep

From childhood I revered them
Huge chunks of gray magnificence
Now my home holds their image
in herds of knick knacks
I am old and almost dead
My elephants are fading too
Man has stalked them
Hunted them
Stolen their habitat
One of God's
most noble creatures
Loving and faithful sentinels
who face extinction
I pray I go first...

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Today I feel unreal. 

‘Decohered.’

Like a suitcase full of writings 
and knick-knacks and scribbles 
torn asunder. 

Splintered. 

And the collection that was contained 
therein can no longer interact 
in the same manner. 

But then calmly you sit 
and take into yours my hand

so that one thing remains-

I want to stay here. 
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How can we give to the Temple of God
  when the whole world belongs to Him
We, His temporary custodians
  on this earth while we've vigor and vim

Seems to me God wants a place in our hearts
  that we build Him a home right there from the start
For the gift that He desires is the gift of ourselves
  Not knick-knacks selected from hardware store shelves...

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The Gay Woman 

My best friend is lesbian we get along 
like a house on fire and her office is
not cluttered with flowers and knick knacks.
I do not have to kiss her when we meet,
a firm handshake is enough. 
I live in a country where women cut you up
in traffic, want you to give way because 
they are females. And it is tiring to always 
be the gentleman...and I remember a sentence 
from Pygmalion by Bernard Shaw:
 “Why can’t a woman be more like a man?”...

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