Argyle Poems | Examples

walking artwork if you ask me

Bubble balloon buffoon did not need jester hat
His costume designed by merry Cheshire cat
Argyle socks created by cirque du Soleil
Splattered paint on coat has much to say
A walking artwork, enhancing this weird Tuesday.

Beyond Wonderland - Kuhlmann Sonnet

Spaceward: genesis, obedience, fathomless: universe.
In Cerulean: lambent, sullen, discernible: Close ignite.
With harmony: hypaethral, skyward, aether: womb hiccups 
Whelm time: serenade, stardust, drizzles: diamond dust,
Overall trends: extinguish, slumber, wonder: celestial hymn,
By extolling: Argyle, twinkle, soothing:  miraculous rule

Alabaster Gypsum: portholes, peering, ogling: rain glints
Rubicund Jocund: ventral, sheqalim, vivid: lured stars 
Exalt air: Blistering, bleeding, molting: Corolla collide
Orotund Moire: Kaleidoscopic, sentient, dusk: carnal life 
Grab fistful: Dripping, purple, precipitation: Sunburnt sky
Dodging Venus: Flytrap, ill-wishers, pyramids: Shift astern.


This variation on sonnet XL1 to illustrate what Kuhlmann intended .
kuhlmann  is a verse poem of two phrases interspered with three related monosyllabic stem- words(nouns,adjectives )with an integral title.The label and form is derived from the baroque poet Quirinus Kuhlmann's 50 sonnet 
form Love-kiss XLI

Poem inspired by the sonnet penned by Brian Stand

Phat Argyle Cat

Phat argyle cat so furry and fine
Your diamond plaids are right on time
In pink and gray, you may simply dine
On kibbles and bits, chased down with kittish wine.

Missing Socks Formed a Gang

Sixteen missing socks were two-stepping it good in summer’s twilight.
Their mates had gone home without them but what was their plight?
Were they mated with another or thrown out with torn paper white?
Sixteen missing socks decided to form their own little gang one night.

I know this may seem mean, and it is not really kind or right.
But I am tired of looking for my partner to find me with any kind of fight.
Being lost in the bowels of the laundry mat gives me a terrible fright.
I wish I could be found said the organizer, an argyle named Mr. Slight.

Mrs Seamstress Fox

Need a hem? Go find Mrs. Seamstress Fox.
Lost some weight? Throw that in this box.
I will take it to her, it will shake your argyle socks.
At how quickly she will fix things, Mrs. S.T. Fox.

She will cut off the extra length and make you a pocket.
With enough material left for her to fashion a locket.
She has a fast-moving Singer machine, faster than a rocket.
She could even add steampunk if you have a copper socket.

I sing her praises because I have seen what she can do.
She will make short work of whatever, in green or in blue.
She can make a collar, a dress, a ruffle, a jacket or a coat.
While you wait, she might make you a root beer float.

Charming Patterns

Charm the waves, 
Entail algorithms of templates,
Subclass the seasonal stripes, 

Smash this tasteless flame stitch. 
A chevron turning into an imperial damask. 

Intarsia the charming argyle in this rotunda.
Rub the blotch off the bull's eye,
Collage the camouflage in this calico assemblage. 

Chintz in the heart, chequer in the mind,
Charming Patterns.

Queen Mary of Scotland

Argyle socks, kilts,
Scottish tartan scarves
and Knox — aye
Mary, Queen Mary
shall you marry Darnly
for love? Nay...

Torches, kilts and song.
Heather in hands, waving
but Knox knocks their merry
socks off, eccentrically calling
Mary, a Jezebel queen.

Stuart clings to her Catholicity,
as she permits worshipping
as Protestants — not good
enough for Knox. Of kilts and tales
told, no dancing, singing or drinking fold —
bearded and bold John rattles.

Knox’s mentor burned at the stake.
His ire, his hand raised, will not accept
the same fate, so he rains down hellfire.

Kilts and bagpipes, boots marching,
music playing. Aye, Mary Queen of Scotland
with drumsticks banging, the pretty thing
rules with her heart...loses her head.

3/22/2021
Julia Ward’s Scotland

Cool Master Lil' Miss

Cool Master Lil' Miss

Shiloh's art-filled hoodie argyle,
warmly snugs young miss, save Charlie,
he rallies firm, quick briefs the term,
timely step shifts the sundial,
gray culls while golden spears briefly,
while life roams its normal lifestyle,
e'er discerning events may change,
as felled leaves crowd in a stockpile,
squashing in passing was gnarly,
quick briefs the term, he rallies firm,
her hand in his made all worthwhile.

2021 March 09

Protected Back In 1962

Pete and I were gob smacked by these saviors in October of sixty-two.
Women in our apartment swiftly efficiently measured our heads too.
We both wanted to know why, but back in the sixties, kids did not ask.
The women were gluing and shaping with vigor, an arduous task

Kids were sent to our kitchen to get their heads measured and noted.
Any idea? We whispered. All of us were afraid to be quoted.
This was back in the day when adults were the only ones in charge.
To ask them anything was daunting, not done, considered a barge.

When women were finished, we each had a helmet on our little head.
 Pete and his argyle sweater made me grin, a bow-tied alien instead.
What is happening? He frowned at me and shook his head ‘no’.
During my childhood, kids did not dare ask, argue, or blow.

Spied this photograph in Grandma Kay's album and I had to laugh. 
Helmets was supposed to save us from nuclear fallout and the riff raff.
These women engineers were intense, and eager to save us though.
Endearing memory to this day. Their love for us a nostalgic glow.

In Homage of Our Dogs

In Homage of Our Dogs

He waits for you, when you are gone.
Then jumps upon you,on your return! 
His breath, his joyful, loving eyes,
Truly are the sweetest treat.
He doesn't even care,when your shoes
are off.
Ignoring your argyle-covered, smelly feet!
He does not care how many trophies
you have won~
Nor does he give a hoot about a 'halibun.'
Your dog accepts you with such deep,
clear, affection.
Look deep into his eyes~~~
And do give him, your warmest, tender affection.



August 1,2020
7am PST

I Am a Gnu

I am a gnu but I wanted to be an ox.
Or an antelope or artic fox.
Enlightened by summer’s equinox,
Rowing my boat like a well-trained cox,
Please meet me today down by the docks.
Where maidens preen in pretty flowered frocks.
But do not wear those stupid ugly argyle socks.
I will be the large one wearing the face of the ox.

If I Have the Time and Inclination

If I have the time I’ll cook your beef,
Clean your kitchen, fix you a pie.
Sit and listen, sigh and cry.
Be your best friend, to both our relief.

If I have the inclination I’ll be there.
To mend your argyle socks and sweep your floor.
Things will be lovelier than ever before.
We’ll be married this time, and you will care

If I have the money, I’ll travel by plane
All dolled up, I’ll surprise you with my pretty
Well laugh and smile and be insanely witty
What am I saying? I’m being inane

You were the one who left me, Mr. Wow.
Broke my heart, shamed me incredibly sadly. 
Without any guilt, made me feel badly. 
I’ll not be back, ever, I’m smarter now. 

Written: 12-11-2019
Contest:  If I have the Time For an Enclosed Rhyme
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin

Sock It To Me

The store had lots of funky socks -
Nobody could have missed 'em.
The ones I chose had elephants -
Now, how could I resist 'em?

Another pair had cherries
And (the special called for 3),
I finished with an argyle
Made in colors just for me.

The men's collection rivaled 
What the women's had, I'd bet, 
The choices overwhelming;
You'd think all would buy them, yet...

Most people stick with solids -
Boring black or white or gray.
If only they would realize
How cool socks can make your day!

So next time you are shopping,
Give yourself a little treat
And see how you'll be uplifted
With some funk upon your feet.

The Argyle Sock

Off the bridge it goes into cold water
Carried down the angry river which raged away 
One argyle sock looks like the other
Separated from the mate by accident
Despair turned into a missing pair 
No more washer dryer cycles of life
Agitation tumbles forth
Takes a turn for the worst 
Spills into ocean waves to foreign lands
Where a large bass or whale would swallow it
A fate that made no matter to the sock
It ended up in China in a fishing net
Where every part of a fish is eaten
Anything that moves is food
A mother put the sock before her son
In a soup it looks delicious
When the boy took a bite he cried
This tastes disgusting! It is too tough!
He tried some salt and pepper as dad suggested
Mom screamed, put a sock in it and eat it!
People are starving in countries other than our own

Pencil Press Rap

"Catch that cloud with an upturned eye,"
Said the spy with the sourpuss, sober cry,
When or whether, the weather of feathers fly high,
What are we but watchers of the sighing fly?
Whose wings chop winds with whirling rolls,
Bent in the front of the centerfold gold,
A pyrite prison ground in English pound patrol.
Pussy-foot in parchment, purloin politic by drip control.
So when the locked choke of rotten blood of shank and loin,
Beneath a twist of tumbled turn, of thumb and flipped coin,
Tossed in the tunnels of tin towers by the ton tops join,
To the castles in the east tipped spires spiked to your groins,
Popping, and prodding in the pupils of the papal pedophiles,
Emerging human minds from a wine for a while,
Slurping, and burping on the barfed-bile soaked brain smile,
Smirking snake coils caravan diamond skinny socks of argyle.
"Now catch the sky with an upturned eye,"
Said the spy with the dank dribble goblet drunk dry.

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