‘The Old Brown Carpet’ and Other Poetry by Kathy Figueroa The Society May 28, 2013 Poetry The Old Brown Carpet Hurray! I don’t have to vacuum The old, brown carpet, anymore! At last, I managed to get it Removed from the dining room floor! It wasn’t at all difficult Deciding it really must go, Its age was indeterminate But many years of use did show. Once, it might’ve been quite stylish And served to enhance the decor, But I couldn’t wait to lug it Out of that room and through the door! Perhaps it was quite attractive Back when the dinosaurs did roam But it was a big dust magnet That I wanted out of my home Always emitting fuzz and lint, Maybe ’twas made of such ..and dirt. I knew that it just had to go When it made my eyes start to hurt. Now, if you should chance upon me And I’m wearing a great big smile, It’s due to my jubilation About the dining room ..floor tile! What Sweet Bliss What sweet bliss bringest coffee And a homemade butter tart! A salve for the hurt ego, A balm for the aching heart! Oh, sweet fragrance of dark roast Fine grind, Fair Trade coffee bean! Amongst all beverages Thou surely must be the Queen! This and the grand confection, A pastry and sugar blend, Prepared to peak perfection, Will, the most sore spirit, mend! Canadian poet, Kathy Figueroa, lives in a rugged rural area of Ontario known as, “Cottage Country.” This beautiful, scenic region and its inhabitants have often provided the inspiration for the poetry she writes. Kathy likes to create the old-fashioned style of verse that tells a story and serves to entertain an audience. Well-known to newspaper readers in the Bancroft area, Kathy’s poems have been published since 2006 and her freelance newspaper articles and photographs first appeared in 2004. Kathy’s first book, “Paudash Poems,” was published in 2012. http://kathyfigueroapoetry.blogspot.ca/ https://soundcloud.com/kathy_figueroa_poetry Related Post ‘Unforeseen Good Fortune’s Heirs Are We’ and Oth... Unforeseen Good Fortune’s Heirs Are We There’s little of the Plague that we can find to celebrate except for this small gem – when those who died... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.