Short Warehouse Poems

Sculptor finger rakes
Creamy hands clone clay Egos
Warehouse reprisals...

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trolley car dining
grapefruit sized saucy meatballs
cheesecake for dessert...

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What are you doing in there?
No one has ever been
That warehouse is a rumor...

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He's good at his job

Never slacks, never gives up

Miss him when he's gone...

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Frustrated beyond words
I look out at the rain
Another mom/pop warehouse gone
Thanks for a corporate chain...

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A thief never to be caught
owning a permanent warehouse
guided by everlasting sleep...

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this is the place
for every face
we're nice
so don't think twice
its clean no mouse
and have '
WAREHOUSE PRICE...

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I'm working in a warehouse loading yogurt when I should be traveling and writing. It's doing something you don't really want to do and not doing what you really want to do...

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Lately I feel like Igor with a hump,
swamped with work a continuous pump,
running everywhere,
yes master I care,
Frankenstein warehouse giving me goose bumps.









12-17-16...

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A warehouse of blessing has been set before you
Choose and take action and you may have it
Sit and do nothing it will pass you by 
You have hands, feet, eyes, and a mind
It is yours to have....

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The things
he doesn't say,
won't and can't
locked up,
the dusty old
warehouse of silences.
When someone asks
who are you,
and he searches
his memory to answer
then bows his head,
excuse me
and goes away....

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Inside the season
behind a warehouse
the wind got away
The cause was dark
beyond those trees


I rode away
I saw the moon block out the sky
Facing eastern winds
I sought the harvesters
meshing an epiphany for St George...

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A summer-like spring day has come
in an old warehouse
I brought 3 fans
living room
study
and the bedroom
bound with strong tape and string
the smallest fan
in the village school
entered quietly
unlightened
proud
my friend....

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The absolute 
had become contentious.
    You hit the road.

            *

    To find peace
and unwholeness, which
    gives you, yearning.

             *

    The grand design 
fell short of easthen lamps.
    The warehouse was empty.


Satish Verma...

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I buy my clothes from “Quacker Factory”
But there are no ducks in my house
Their colorful embroidery is more than satisfactory
I've met web-footed workers at their warehouse
When I visit, they make me stay at their henhouse




*December 5, 2020
For Sara's "Trademark" contest...

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God knows every hair on your head
From the prayers of loving mothers
Voices are silent when mother's die
You lose a connection to Heaven
Overflowing in the warehouse of Hope
Their prayers are released from storage
Throughout the lives of their children
A mother's love connects us to Heaven....

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Every day is bring you daughter to work day
When you don't have daycare 
and its the graveyard shift at BigToys

I go to see his cubicle where he made models 
of playgrounds I might get to play on one day
He rescued me and put me in a warehouse

Atop a pile of rubber covered chains he said
I was important, take these chains 
and try to see if they will bend...

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I protect the abandoned
paint over the graffiti
fill the shattered warehouse windows
with kapok stuffing,
lag rusting pipes with pitch and tar
chain all the broken doors from the inside.
Sleep on mounds of archived words
eyes drooping over yellowing pages.
One day I'm going to burn it all down,
but not this winter, 
I still have to keep the dead 
a little lukewarm....

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Our minds are an amazing storehouse
Of vivid impressions since we were born,
     All inside the brain, this vast warehouse
     A perfect reason not to indulge in p**n.
Time may come when someone will read
Our minds, will they be shocked, for sure,
     Especially if they find nothing of rare note
     And a cerebellum filled with manure.

written March 16, 2022...

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to be loved by you
and loved in return
graceful beyond words
turning in the direction
of your smile
precious each moment
precious each kiss
might I hold your hand
to stand together as one
united together in love
as lovers
must we make foe
of those in opposition
to our togetherness
to divide the crowd in thus
this endeavor
might my ring protect
the hand of my lover
to queit a meanspirted
world...

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Show your card to enter;
Gaze at all the piles – 
Boxes after boxes
Stacked for blocks or maybe miles.

All the sizes jumbo;
Price-wise it’s a steal.
To the average shopper
I can see that’s the appeal.

Maybe I’m too urban,
But it’s not my thing.
Shopping in a warehouse
Is, to me, a one-time fling.

I prefer my markets,
Though I pay much more,
For me and Costco somehow
Don’t have much of a rapport....

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Walked out this morning
to snow on the road
brushed off the truck
engaged the four-wheel-drive

driving to work
the roads weren't bad
parked in the lot
and walked inside

out in the warehouse
sitting on the fork
looking at the floor
and thinking of L. A.

A palm tree grew
out in the yard
Disneyland was
a short drive away

sometimes I wish
I'd never left
could be on the beach
just watching the waves...

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No longer at work
 now in retirement
 having worked since school
 many a task I was sent

 Began apprenticeship with electrics
 blew a fuse I'm colour blind
 then work in sweetie store
 before redundancy not too kind

 Worked in many a warehouse
 looking after many a stock
 from food to clothes
 kept busy no time to talk

 Made redundant again last year
 decided to take a rest
 believe it's well earned
 after giving my very best

poetgord@2013...

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Croydons just a new build away
if it wasn't for the once East European office blocks fad
its now inviting human capital
to dwell in jolly new builds
and with the new Westfield proposed
most indigenous inhabitants will sell up.
They knocked down the Warehouse Theatre
to prove barbarians rule.
The Central library feels lobotomised
is it part privatised ?
Nothing lasts or stands for real
in Croydon
its a place with an itch
whatever dog it serves
is your guess....

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May your cup be filled with compassion and your heart consumed with love,
May all your many treasures be stored in God’s warehouse up above.
May peace be your pillow to lay your head upon,
And kindness the foundation for all you’ve ever known.

May your path always have meaning and never lead you astray,
May your words bring forth happiness as you go about your day.
So pass your cup and share your heart,
And spread your love to others and watch as the magic starts....

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