Mantel Poems - Poems about Mantel

An angel on the mantel is seen every day As I sit in silence In the living-room The guitar in hand The angel is playing Music of a song Only he can hear...

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the angel on the mantel comes from an old wagon road that cuts from desert brush into the burnished hills where creosote breaks up and scatters at the base of the Chiricahuas where Fort Bowie Calvary slaughtered Apache braves where an old cancerous man treks miles of primitive trail into the heart of a sacred mountain for pure white marble, cut into...

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Momma's stockings she made hanged on cherry wood Attributing back to the days that she could Nevertheless filled them with treats as she should Tickled us with stories by the hearth Christmas eve Enchanting us with smiles, playing traditional "Greensleeves" Loveable mother I sit, looking at the mantel and grieve...

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A stretch and yawn, upon the dawn, where golden sunlight warms Venetian blinds, are wound with care, and opens up the morn The early dew is drying now, and sun lies on the hills The chill of night has disappeared, and everything is still Two doves are strutting on the path, of cobblestone and sand A clothesline strung across the...

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Daddy had a mantel clock on that shelf above the fire. I remember how it sometimes seemed to call my Sis a liar. Sis would be out on a date and the wheels of time would turn My dad, it seemed would always be awake when she returned. Now Daddy was quite strict on Sis – at nine she...

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Blue velvet blanket mantel dresses Satin lace trim daintily caresses On border, golden twine tresses Azure light-display luminesces In background, silver candelabra recesses In foreground, satin Lilies rimmed with lush cresses Overarching, marble angel with copper harp blesses Underpinning, tidy Spruce wreath butresses Footstool, bronze crèche a penitent tone expresses...

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Christmases Past, on Mantel Hung Three stockings line the hearth, each one a "tail" of warm Christmas past, of love hand-knitted, chewed by pup! submitted by Susan Buchel for "Christmas Stockings Tribute" Contest. Written 11/6/2011 with thanks for prodding homespun memories!...

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