Best Paneling Poems

Lay down your old ink pen...
Rise from the table...
Push back your chair.
Gather them all up...
Put them out of sight now...
Place them safely in the cupboard...

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…the seeds of neo-Nazism are germinating  
Markus Nierth, former mayor of Tröglitz, Germany 2015

Germany’s rock candy windows and cookie like shingles make seeing the...

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When I receive old magazines the first thing I seek as I flip through the pages, I find
Are the advertisements that bring to my mind...

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Marching out of the cloaked shires
Of landowners, stockbrokers, 
Hereditary Peers, and ruddy faced 
Squires:
A vast multitude of many varied 
Tribes.
Amassing in the great cities, where,
Inhabiting...

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after the dance we opened the doors 
dampness surrounded this place maroon drapes 
paisley patterns blinded my emotions license plates 
of james dean covered the...

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Picture this… Her 1st memory

Backward Garfield underwear and a t-shirt
A body beneath her completely bare
Jerry curls in his hair
Into his eyes she stared…

Picture this…
She jumps...

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Emotions are like a storm rolling in, I prefer my mood to be like happy weather
When I say happy weather I mean a beautiful ...

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In the regal modesty
of a Nubian queen,
there she sat
at the edge of the water;
her legs hanging over.
In the wet softness thereof,
her feet rested.  ...

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April 9th, 2023 birthday poem for dearly departed papa

Borne aloft into the netherland
the body bearing thee soul   
of Boyce Brandon Harris
birth name given...

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I awake in the morning, somewhere round four
Drink some coffee, shower, brush my teeth.
Dress for work and head for the door,

    ...

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i hit my brother’s dab pen and got high so i could play guitar better
instead i saw jesus’s face in wood paneling
like what a god...

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April 9th, 2021 birthday poem for dearly departed papa

Elysian fields embraced dada's soul
which rocketed into aerospace
(courtesy General Electric satellite)
just a tad more'n six months ago,
nevertheless...

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Sin
What is sin?
Is it when you raped me over and over again
as I would scream and cry begging you to stop.
Is it when you tied...

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Your Sanctuary Ruins

O, these everlasting ruins,
In the place where you did meet.
The enemy set up their standards;
Smashed the carved paneling, so sweet.
They defiled Your dwelling...

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And there are not enough cubicles and grey paneling that 
sugar rock candy lights won’t cut 
the sapling eye from its still decline into Abyss.

And...

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