Meerschaum Poems - Poems about Meerschaum

...I hanker and pine for wood burning stove weather I haint no spring chicken, ("Buk buk buk buk ba-gawk!") but in Summer re: long in tooth sexagenarian nostalgic for the following imagery ev......

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...He was a man that knew the word ‘monster’ well though he never quite spelt it out. My dad told me that he had seen stuff. He had a Meerschaum pipe, you know like Sherlock Holmes, and he knocke......

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...The smoke went straight up to the stars. Who would have left an expensive Meerschaum pipe in the garden? By light of the stars, she could tell this was one of the antique ones. She knew her fathe......

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...Opining On Sacraments Of Self-Ordained Loathsome Sacredotalists When the rascal dons his garments of meerschaum shade with loud mendacious voice he covers his mugwump cries Waving a banner of lo......

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...I remember my old grand dad Always wore his Sunday best We always called him "Poppy" It was always pinned upon his chest For as long as I remember He always had that piece of red Tattered, to......

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...The elephant in the room The elephant in the room reclined, comfortably, on the couch; Trunk curled and tail curled, an engaging feather boa Draped gracefully about the shoulders, and a Slightl......

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...I see into my future in this land And there's great things for people of my type Maybe I'll become an educated man And scratch my nose, smoke me a Meerschaum pipe Never know what future's in st......

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...When the snow is deep and wet enough to pack I look out my living room window to watch kids build a snowman Wouldn't you know that old felt hat is gone from the closet and My meerschaum pipe......

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...A crescent of geese sickles toward the forest. No one will notice the hallelujah chorus Singing claret and briar at evening's crest, Changing to cherry wood in the West. It is dark molasses tim......

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...Your eyes have gone empty as earthenware. There are no more tragedies, no selections, no decrees. There are just faces numbed or edged to laughter: old stories of expediency, slow dancing to me......

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