Straight Backed Poems - Poems about Straight Backed

... A straight-backed chair shadow-plays a dark cello, while emptiness falls as heavy as a rain cloud. An oak wood floor creaks as a spectral bow is moved by a shifting light. The room once ......

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...Soft heart shaped face, Piercing eyes speckled head, Running out of control, Pacing ahead. Straight backed chairs, Hard wooden desks, Permanently inked on my heart, Their looks have s......

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...I spoke with two people at the party Saturday. A young police officer, short-haired, fit, chiseled face who had two young children. He felt constrained by the law, without discretion to question ......

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...Pete had an ordinary funeral, nothing ostentatious or showy. Two straight backed strangers appeared in his small Iowa church. They were dressed in Air Force uniforms. They hugged each other for a ......

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...Up in the above roof gardens pluck air out of thoughts. Changelings run between brick walls one is dead-eyed and evermore shall not see yet it grows itself upon a dendritic tree to hear what th......

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...A leader looks forward He doesn't look back Makes tough decisions Rarely backtracks He's not always right And he's sometimes unwise Yet he admits his mistakes He deals not in lies ......

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...He was weary of prostitutes. The young ones were vacuous, their bodies unleavened bread. The mature models scored by the violence of disappointment. Both the naive and the bitter were dull mold......

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...On A White Stool You know there is no turning around, no pausing in any way, because the path to the woods, where the sky demons make their homes, has been flooded by the blue rivers there, ......

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...He was jaded with prostitutes. The young ones were vacuous, their bodies unleavened bread. The mature models scored by the violence of disappointment. Both the naive and the world-weary were du......

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...She is cool, straight-backed, circumspect. She doesn’t ooze emotion. She orders green eggs and lamb, and lets the joke speak for itself, not offering a gratuitous laugh. Relentless in her pursuit of ......

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...Wrapped in the aromatic blossoms of a modern-farmed orange orchard, a four-room shack in Visalia, California rises above the hard pan and overgrown rose bushes. The once palatial bell tow......

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...Hall of Silent Women in valhala in a far corner of this martial paradise is one small unobtrusive hall above the heavy iron door these words are faintly inscribed “ the war department re......

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...The sisters passed in the garden on the way to chapel, their heads bowed, their voices hushed, faced concealed by wimples stiff as cones in the twilight. The evening bell tolled, ......

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...There are all kinds of poverty and no sin in being poor yet, beauty in its truest form always will endure. Disparity has its price to pay when greed becomes the lure. How we handle lucre, it ......

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