Stash Poems - Poems about Stash

Stash

I am drugged by music
the horsehair bow,
key and peddle
the blow and boom'
of windpipes and drums.

Unfinished symphonies
leave me mewing like a wounded gull
forever beached on that last note.
My love is dressed in crinoline
in the 18th variation of a rhapsody,

It is my joy and pain
to be a member of a ghost orchestra,
to sit on a hard chair

Stash

A mug of steaming tea
Piping hot, so warm
The perfect remedy
For a winter storm
Or a cold and rainy day
Like it is today 
A cup of brew
And thoughts of you
Take all the chill away

Finding the Stash

Before the painters came, I pulled
Each picture from the wall
And stashed them every place I could,
Most anywhere at all.

And now the painting’s finished
So I’m searching high and low
For where I put some things away - 
I honestly don’t know.

Exhaustion’s gotten in the way – 
I’m calling it a night.
Tomorrow when I fish around,
I hope to

An Impossibility

Why do you still chat 
With that Common Rats?
As blind as A Bat;
A Gathering Fat?


Yes, I’m dead upset
And for Bad Fight set.
Would for A Gossip
Who lets his lips slip
Where had Poor Chloe stashed
The money she cashed
That could widen eyes
And trigger Wish Cries…

I know A Callow:
At theft who’s shallow;
The idea A Brow
Would never allow.

Stash of Cash

He finds a stash of cash
Then covers it in a flash
He moved it quick
Because he’d learn a new trick
To make his stash cash look like trash

It's a Stash

OK, here's the take. Actually it was a steal. My roommate took my stash. I need to hash it out. Yet, it a deal already gone. Just like a three and half minute pop song. So here is a retake. Like a record production. Especially for me. So, it out and about. Not a shout

Secret Stash Somewhere

computer mouse gone
the puppy is contrite
hangs head with guilt

remote is missing
Buddy avoids our eyes
secret stash somewhere

Stash

An old crone who was living in Moffett 
Sold all her household wares for a profit 
She was simply bold, 
[At least I am told], 
To stash all the money in her soffit.

Leprechaun Stash

Leprechaun Stash

There once was a man so small.
He hid gold summer and fall.
In a pot it did go.
Nobody he’d show.
For fear he would lose it all.

Blueberry Stash

In my yard a hole
surrounded by blueberries
what creatures are they
who hoard the tasty baubles
ah I see guilty chipmunks!

Alcove Stash

I seen it in the pale blue dawn
rousing....chocked full of diligence
silent running wisdom bliss
monsters seen with seldom fist
Zenith prized this heroin kiss
Shooting heat in cooker piss
Guilty
Guilty
Guilty
Guilty

Mermaids Secret Stash

mermaids secret stash
her iridescent buttons
mother of pearl

Winter Stash

winter stash
wood neatly piled in basement
~ smell of mushrooms



posted on June 29, 2018

Halloween Stash

halloween stash
candy kisses
under the pillow

More To Stash

It's not a matter of how much we have
We always want more, much more to stash
To live the good life
With minimum strife
It's all about how much, like how much cash

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