Sideboard Poems - Poems about Sideboard

... Good morning Mr. Goldie And welcome to the show. How is life for a goldfish, Our viewers would like to know? Well, as you can see, my world is round, So I have three-sixty vision. I can see......

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...We can mortify our flesh, wear our sign of confession, perform our penance, bear portions of scratchy sackcloth so rough, so abrasive, against our bare backs. Our sideboard now bears such a tr......

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...I spot him scooting along the dining room sideboard Twitching all over, he peers into the kitchen Cautiously, he advances a step or two then he pulls up, looks around, sniffs the air.........

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...P- Poetry Soup is like a buffet sideboard O - Offering tasty treats, nostalgic and informative E - Experiencing entrees from around the world while T - Tweaking our own creative fare and makin......

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...the universe inside each person, the thousands of facets that are hidden in each gesture, thought, second... so many lives existing concomitantly in one, our theater of joy and horrors could only ......

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...in the corridors of this endless labyrinth every corner hides the abominable, like your last sad diagnosis, crumpled up and thrown on the old sideboard, or my pale face in the embarrassing portrait, ......

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...all device features are described in the manual, but we are still unruly in the streets, I needed to know a lot more about fractions that hide between the numbers one and two, measure the exact e......

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...again the dawn is ugly around here winter in the streets and in us installed cold pupils stare into the void of eternity the miniature elephants on the sideboard fill this life thrown away only ......

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...From across the park I see the house, Open windows spilling pools of light Onto the wide wraparound porch. As I walk nearer, I take a look inside. On the walls, framed paintings And a cluster ......

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...The carpet was worn - The pattern thin in some places, But it was a “good” rug, A real original Oriental. We had others, too, and a Silver tea service, slightly tarnished, (Sterling, of cour......

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...The air, warm, unmoved, clings to our bodies Like an old, familiar blanket. From the west, the light, A warm amber brew, pours down And is strained through the leaves of the nearby gums It fills......

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...The cock crows Cock a doodle doo. I am up in bed. In my study, while revising my writing hear the Cuckoo's call. Coo, coo it caws without break. Distracted, I bang the window, ......

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...Whatever happened To afternoon tea Served around four o-clock It used to be a daily ceremony Out came a pretty cloth From an old sideboard drawer To put on a small table Used many times befo......

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...We built ourselves a dream and sent it high into a blue sky, Watched as the gods crushed it between their thighs- cried as they threw it back down to earth- tiny pieces like rain, our dream fell f......

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...Make Do and Mend, Years ago we had jobs We had fun and money in our pocket Things were much better then Once you could go out the door And never ever lock it But still so many struggled To......

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