I bounce the energetic toddler on my knee.
His diapered butt
Is cushioned nicely against my lap
And he feels seated.
I let my rump rest on the wooden platform
Supplied with a comfortable place to put my back
And I feel seated.
I watch the cat curl around itself
Winding her tail to reach her nose
On the couch
And she feels seated.
After a long day’s work
My father stares longingly at the slender back
Curving elegantly into a wide rump
Resting on four sturdy legs
And decides to sit.
the chair sits empty,
gathering dust, alone with no rays of light,
a mouse runs by and nibbles on the leg
slowly the years pass,
unaknowledged, the chair begins to rot
the chair is mostly gone now, memories are keeping it alive.
the house burns down, the chair along with it,
a new house is built
a new chair is placed just where the other sat.
the shops were
packed out to-day
everyone was on
a shopping foray
all I wanted
was four dining chairs
but the furniture store
had none of these wares
the shopping experience
is oft fraught with distress
especially when one can't get items
which bring happiness
I'll have to resort
to shopping online
at least there
I can obtain what I so pine
it is time for me
to do a Google search
to find four dining chairs
made out of birch
She sat in the corner,
As they sat at the table.
And she could see.
She cried aloud,
Their laughter grew louder,
Hate grew within her,
They had no souls.
She wailed at them,
Screaming when, just when,
would it stop.
Because they weren't real,
There was no table.
She sat alone,
She gazed past the chair,
That she had forgotten.
Was even there.After she
kicked it, from under her feet.
First period is always the worst.
After hours of perfect, statuesque silence
I am poked, prodded, abused
Why is he always so angry
His fingers claw at me
His feet collide into my legs
He loses his temper all together
And in a furious rage
He hurtles me against the wall
As if destroying a mere chair
Will solve all problems
Finally he leaves as second period begins
And I am filled with blandness
A person trying to blend
Never lifting a finger or muttering a word
It suffocates me with its nothingness
I force myself to get lost in time
But it always seems like eternity
It's not at all like when she sits in me
Sixth hour is always the best
She comes in with a soft step
Quietly settling herself in
She seems solemn most days
As if filled with disappointment
I wish I could embrace her
Let her know she is loved
But I can't
No chair can
It's a shame,
Next year, she'll be gone
And all be left with pokes, prods, and unhappiness.
I am just a chair after all.
I stood there and thought something is missing
Something that brings me happiness
I know most people would say it's only a chair
But it is so much more than that
I think to myself did I do something wrong
Is this a way of getting back at me for something
I start to feel this sinking feeling in my stomach
Why oh why was it taken from me
Then I see it my chair my chair my beautiful chair
I start to feel relief all though my veins
I know most people would say its just a chair
But to me it so much more than that
I have had some of the most amazing conversations in that chair
I have sang some of the greatest songs in that chair
I have cried in that chair
I have listened in that chair
I have star gazed in that chair
I have learned to love again in that chair
I know most people would say its just a chair
But to me it is so much more than that
The elderly man sat reminiscing over his life
now unable to walk far.
Breathing in oxygen through a nasal tube
he knew it wouldn't be long.
Shortly after in his sleep he quietly passed
at his funeral the truth masked!
Outwardly thought of as a charming man
inoffensive and kindly.
Nobody knew he had once been in prison
for an unsolved murder!
Evidence against him they tried to seek
but it was too weak!
For all those years he had kept his secret
the body was never found!
They knew he had committed the crime
but they had no proof!
He had put it in the large leather chair
nobody guessed it was there!
Playing on his mind sitting with the victim
who was not at rest.
And in the end hounded him to his death
as in the chair it still laid!
Before long the furniture had to be sold
the dark secret still untold.
To the furniture auction the chair was taken
there a young woman was thrilled.
A real brown leather chair for sixty pound
what a bargain she thought.
Always wanted one of these she shouted
of this none doubted.
So pleased when it arrived at her new flat
it did look out of place.
Keen to show her boyfriend the purchase
he was on his way.
As she smelt the leathers strong scent
it made her content.
Sitting in the plush chair she felt important
for a short while.
A sick feeling filled her retching throat
through blurry eyes!
There a man stood struggling to her feet
managing to retreat.
Blurting out what had happened to her friend
together they returned.
Nothing was there on the chair saw a tear
pulling it a body part fell out!
Soon the police arrived to the address
to clear up the mess!
The chair for evidence was soon removed
the case against the old man proved!
The Foureyed Poet.