Short Refurbished Poems

from muck sprung all life.
when we fade, we return there.
refurbished hogshead


Written: March 19, 2022...

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Light in part of keepers quarters
Then replaced with standing orders
Make wood replica no borders
Refurbished that year by docents
Seen by many sons and daughters
Near rocks washed by cold sea waters...

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It's no wonder that old dame knew not what to do,
If she thought she could raise kids alone in a shoe.
She proved after the second
She was overly fecund,
Maybe Mother Goose reckoned she'd have child support, too.
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Falls to the wind
Shedding our debts
Final payments met
these last pounds of flesh
Slidding like a snake
From under, sharp rocks
Refurbished, renewed
Lilly white with anticipation
New sun, new skin
New days, begin...

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What nursery rhyme's gayer, I'm asking you, bub,
Than the one that has three grown men sharing a tub?
Was it their sexual orientation,
Or merely water conservation,
And they were all charter members of the Sierra Club?...

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or...Where's the SPCA when you need 'em?

A farmer's wife who was not very nice
Mutilated a trio of disabled mice.
Each squeaked for its life
As she wielded her knife
And disencumbered them all of their tails in a trice....

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I want a life with no regrets 
one shiny, bright, and new
bereft of stains and rips and tears
untarnished and unused.

No dents or dings, not slightly worn
refurbished just won't do
I want a life with no regrets
and I want it minus you....

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Long  lilac  dress  pearl-grey  tie
Casual elegant beautiful woman
Smell fresh ground coffee beans
Newly refurbished town  houses
Colour swatches  drawing room
House in the family for centuries 
Man in tuxedo jovial atmosphere
Clock tower flowery gardens zoo...

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When Simple Simon met the pieman going to the fair,
He thought the guy an easy mark he could con out of his wares.
But the pieman glared at him and hissed,
"Bub, I ain't no danged pie-lanthropist!
Admit I must, you've got some crust,
But show me dough and then my wares I'll share."...

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You could afford a refurbished pink bathroom
yet you had a frayed t shirt
you sapped your Bitter
and had mechanical 70s Whispers
like your clock building,
But I'm interested in your mind
I am quite listenable
I want to share your Thunderbird wine
and be sanguinely addressed by you...

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I've two computers I'd like to sell,
They're old, but they both still work very well.
They are Windows desktops, aka, a PC,
One browses with Firefox,
And one with IE.
I can't recall, now, which is which,
But as near as I can tell,
The latter's in the Acer,
And the former in the Dell.
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Mrs. Spratt was exceedingly fat,
Hubby Jack was as lean as a bone.
They both relished each meal
With a great deal of zeal
And even licked platters clean
When the eating was done.
Though not frugal with rations,
They still took lovely vacations
With the money they saved on dish detergent alone.
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Gods most everywhere
on display

ornate their frames

honored even those of
cold marble
of glass though stained

dusted polished touched-up
refurbished when chipped

more luster gold dipped

on album covers
chanted and sung
bronze coated highly rung

Gods man’s stutter before
one truth --...

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Why did little Tommy Tucker
Have to sing for his supper?
Did he stammer and stutter
To merit just bread and butter?
And what miscreant oaf
Would then give him a loaf
But nary a knife to cut through it?
Didn't Tom have enough strife
In his life with no wife,
Or did fat spread on starch
Help him chew it?
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The first little piggy went to market;
The second demurred and preferred to stay home;
The gluttonous third one
Ate all of the roast beef,
So the fourth hungry piggy got none.
Although it's not clearly stated,
His thirst must have been sated
And his bladder inflated
'cause number five urinated
All the way home.
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Empty apartments
Everywhere

Emptiness ready to be
Created into something
But I am no longer able to create
My pen is unable 
To express anything
Anymore

And there are empty apartments
Everywhere

Ready to be
Written in

On a refurbished desk 
While the sky exhales rain

On the darkest day

But 
That never happens here anyway....

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...or Jack be walking funny for a while...

Jack was nimble,
And Jack was quick,
But he miscalculated
That candlestick.
It was skinny and tall,
He was thick and quite small.
When he lit,
It was with an undignified bump,
With a blister
The size of his fist on his rump.
Then a notion occurred
To this game little actor,
Before he tries it again,
Jack will use a protractor.

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Where Hillbilly Jack
Sent his pregnant wife, Jill,
Was not for a pail of well water.
She tramped up that hill
For some swill from a still,
But returned with a new baby daughter.

Jack wasn't amused
When Jill told him the news,
And he yelled, "Whar'n tarnation's mah likker?"
So she crowned him and drowned him
Where they still haven't found him.
Hillbilly divorces are cheaper and quicker....

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Old MacDonald had a farm
With some noisy critters on it.
They mostly mooed, or neighed,
Or clucked, or brayed,
But some stayed
Resolutely mute,
I'm afraid.
It wasn't his equines,
Or bovines,
Or fowls,
Or anything lodged in his barns or corrals,
But a couple of rather recalcitrant vowels.
The "e" and the "i" and the "o"
Answered the call,
While the "a" and the "u"
Stayed conspicuously AWOL.
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Awake all night searching .

I returned to me and found.

We seek each other but keep looking.

Think about the past but its  finished.

I'm back with a slow coldness that most dream of.

But I withdraw  and  calm myself.

Once more I glance at your memory which helps.

In those memories I see you and the silence.

With risk  I leave you there and my pride.

What future do I have without them.

Crying out to God I leave him as well....

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An itsy bitsy spider
Is waiting for the rain
To drip its final droplets down
So she can weave her web again.
Next time she'll choose a better spot
Than that worn-out water spout.
It was damp and cramped
And the sun could never quite
Completely dry it out.
This web she'll string between two trees,
A fat oak and one much thinner.
Then with lacey, lethal table set,
The patient spider will wait some more
To see who'll drop by for dinner.
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My bed drenched in a sweat only a fever dream can produce.
Clouds linger with a persistence that suggest trouble on the horizon.
Breeze blows in through the smallest crack of an open window with furious intentions.
What hell can compare to the pestilence of a seasonal flu whose determination trumps that of modern medicine?
If I could withstand the punishment for a moment longer I would consider myself worthy of a fate which surely has escaped me....

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Amongst the guns and bullets 
the tremors of a soul unfinished, refurbished,  
by a cold cold war 

Democrats, Republicans 
dead remains without a name 
who cares which side of the fence 
you stand on 
its a cold cold war 

territorial sovereignty
tunnels and waterways 
who owns rights to the land 
God does 

insignia of soldiers, rememorized past wars  
no matter how you look at it 
its a cold cold war 
God Help Us !...

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"Tom, Tom the piper's son
Stole a pig and away he run.
The pig was eat,
And Tom was beat,
And Tom went crying down the street."

Now, this rhyme,
For a reader,
Offers minimal relief
As to who ate the pig
Or who chastised the thief.

And why Tom was punished
When his dad wasn't able
To pipe well enough
To put food on the table?

I can only hope that the author
Wound up in the slammer
For promoting delinquency,
Child abuse…
And really bad grammar!
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You ask how I feel,
How I am,
What's my deal?!

I reply,
I'm refurbished!

A new old me,
Restored to my natural beauty,

I can finally look into the mirror,
Seeing more than just misery,

The person I once was,
Was broken, hurt, weakened and destroyed.

Somehow and someway,
I kept strong,
Never gave up,

I refreshed my memory,
Mended my wounds,
Adjusted my vision,
Corrected the wrong.

I reply,...

I am refurbished!!!

Written by; Gloria PerezBarkaszi...

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