April 13 NaPoMo 2021
#1
Rules: Write a poem for national poetry month on the topic or form described. Each poem should appear as a separate reply to this thread. The goal is to, at the end of the month have written 30 poems for National Poetry Month.

NaPM April 13, 2021

Topic: write a poem about curtains, at least 8 lines some of which contain internal rhymes

Form: any

Line Requirement: 8

I need to read on the pot
When my stomachs stuck in knots.
I will shout 'get out demons!'
Scares the house (with good reason)
Hydrogen beryllium

Oh Praseodymium!
This curtains worth money spent,
It's the whole periodic table of elements
Peanut butter honey banana sandwiches
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#2
Open those Windows

In early Spring and Autumn, we leave our windows open
get a cool breeze flowing, let it gently blow in through
the curtains. Or we’ll pull ‘em back, let ‘em all fall slack
then rediscover each other deep down under the covers.

When it’s gotten hot‘n humid, as we slumber in the Summer
the rumble of the thunder makes us stumble out of bed
shutter all the windows, and pull those curtains closed. 
It’s supposed to be a really weird year, from reports that I hear

so I guess I just won’t check the weather. Whether
the weather will be great, or rotten, what I’ve learned
and never forgotten, is that weather will do whatever
it wants, whether we like it or not.
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#3
red velvet linings
fall to the stage 
like lightning

the crowd thunders violent
but I remain silent
draped in scarlet

as the seats empty
and the curtains close
the show has ended

finally, I can let one rip
assholery not intended .
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#4
Its curtains for you kid

The eyelids of the house
are thrown wide open or
partially closed to save
the furniture from the sun.

Protecting the retina
from the nights advances
keeping out unwanted glares
a double cover to our home

They never really leave us
the hang around as P.E.
bags, and cloths to wash
the car with, you cant beat
them except for in spring.

If your undies fer you've been smoking through em, don't peg em out
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#5
Curtains keep the outside out, but not the inside in
Like eyelids and doubt.  They give the illusion
A wonderful delusion, that we control the light.
Windows without them are like spies
Eyes wide but with another confusion:
A vitreous silence that distorts the vision.
Last but not least of this veiled confession
Curtains are courtesans, made to reveal,
But never to kneel, that’s certain.
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#6
Curtains


In comedy and  melodrama they
slide closed and open from each side to say
  it’s just one scene, we’re not done, folks!
  Our pratfalls, curtain calls and jokes
will be right back, no lack-- our play’s eternal.

In tragedy, biography, they rise
on situations, complications, cries
  of anger and despair.  We care
  for lives tossed, lovers lost, we share
held breath, a little death, their fall is final.
feedback award Non-practicing atheist
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#7
My favourite feature of the curtains isn't shade or shape
or fabric, colour, bunchy bits, sophisticated drape,
it is the gripping, never slipping, objects on one side,
the cheerful cling-on koala toys, in which I take most pride.

The cling-on koalas might not find a place at Ideal Home,
they're all quite old and faded and they're not made out of chrome,
but how folks gasp to see them grasp the curtains in their paws;
and frequently we celebrate the k's with wild applause.
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