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 
Bare.
Wrapped in stiff brown paper,
Strung tightly together
With thin white string;
Turn over the smooth copper key;
Resign yourself, reluctantly, 
To quietly leave...

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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 oven inside impossible. At first, the obsessive compulsive cleanliness of Nuremberg’s post-WWII streets is a joy. For a child of...

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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 the brands, fads, and trends that found favor in bygone times.

But now their days of popular appeal are but a...

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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 shadowy chambers, 
Behind nodding sighs and hushed 
Whispers, 
The Masonic Civil Servant plots and
Confides.
Standing vigil above forgotten
Monuments
And bronzed statues, that,...

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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 pine paneling only in the back 

funny how a pair of  levi's could bring about
such lonliness but there was...

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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 up as the front door opens
Scurries into the bathroom
Dark wood paneling all around her
No light; everything is a blur
A light...

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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  sunny day
I look outside the glass window paneling and I see the birds chirping
And the trees lively and green

Not a...

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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 to my late father
buoyed aloft united with spirit
of mine late mother Harriet,
whose passing well nigh eighteen
orbitz of the earth around...

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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.   Yet her stare over the pool
was as if staring over the ocean—
A centuries old innate yearning—to a distant
motherland; a stoic...

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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,

      I kiss my sons forehead, turn to leave, kiss it again.
        ...

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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 might see before he dies, immortally of course
   if i didn’t have ADD i’d probably do outrageous ...

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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 melancholy
still plucks mine heart strings.

Mine psyche still situated awry
placid countenance of yours truly doth belie
residual sadness easily prompted
can easily trigger...

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NO MATTER WHAT HAPPENS TO ME 9 HELPLESS PERSONS PERISHED MOST FROM NO AIR SMOKE FILLED THE BUILDINGS OTHER REACHING FIR HELP WHILE THE BLAZE CAUGHT ON THE PANELING PAISLEY DRAPES APRONS HOUSE DRESSES NYLONS STUCK TO THESE ELDERLY PEOPLE THEY LIVES MEANT ABSOLUTELY NOTHING...

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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 me to the basement floor
asking me if I wanted more.
Is it when you burned my flesh with red hot spoons,
or...

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April 9th, 2024 would be ninety fifth birthday poem for dearly departed papa

The following words crafted soon after the soul of me daddy set adrift into the empyrean realm joining the rank and file of entities constituting spiritus mundi.

Borne aloft into the netherland
the body bearing...

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