Best Burlap Poems

Burlap and Satin


He labors in the field 'neath blazing sun
   below a sky of blue with clouds of white;
      his wagon and his farming tools at hand.
         With burlap hat...

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On the porch, clouds covering the sun
Memories flood like spring rain
Remembering those times long ago
Of burlap times and pain

There was no hope for satin gowns
Calico was my dress
Then times were harder that one year
Adults were really stressed

Daddy bought the animal feed
In sacks of printed cloth
Mama...

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Kickin’ ass farm chores in floral print dress
Lipstick is sticky and hair’s all a mess
Binder twine blisters that tuck a loose tress
Crankin’ old Allis but with mom’s finesse
 
And these things that happened
Like burlap and satin


Fertile fields plowin’ and dust in excess
Barley seeds planted with...

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A blind date
sprung on two unwary victims.
He turned up early in suit and tie
obviously uncomfortable with
a situation beyond his comfort zone.

She showed up on time
dressed in an elegant clean cut dress
wearing high heels and
a subtle touch of perfume,
oozing confidence, yet
carrying herself with class.

An introductory handshake,
soft...

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I’m awake by 6:00.
While stars shimmer
I jostle my husband
Who sleeps soundly
Upon dampened sheets.

Tom is burlap 
While I am satin.
Wishing myself out
Of my cartoon pajamas
I struggle lifting his
Aged body from his bed.

My back aches
While I dress Tom
Thinking of those satin
Tahitian nights and
Playful lagoon floating
Over conch shells...

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I live alone; I pick pecans.
When leaves are dry
or wet upon the ground,
I thrash the trees.
I break from branches
undropped, green-husked nuts
and pull the fleshy hulls
from harder shells.
I put them in my musty burlap bag.
My bent back aches.
I pick the nuts that fall to earth --
blown...

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Needle by needle
The tunes for the fiddle
Press by press
The pink caress
The up and down
The silky gown
Sideways too
The silky hue
The muslin sheen
The fluid violin
The orange sun
With love spun
The slippery satin
The tender teens

The roof grows crack
The burlap sack
Coarse daytime
The internal rhyme
The needles of strife
The burlap life
The people...

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BURLAP and SATIN

Texture fine, woven design
Like harden tree sap
Rough is the burlap!!!
That's at my finger tips
Smooth is soft the satin as silk
The dress rapped around her waist

Burlap and satin

Give me such touch my reactions
Hard rough the silken liner
Smooth is the burlap binder???
Coarse touch soft brush
Weave...

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“You’re burlap and satin; you’re leather and lace,”
	the bride-to-be’s mother said. “He’s a disgrace!
	Break up with him. It’s not too late to save face.
	He’s our neighbor’s farmhand. He should know his place.”

	Her dad said, “He’s not in your league, can’t you see?
	If you marry, think...

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Baby burlap 
caught under the rock 
don’t squirm and panic, 
logic dictates 
calm will resolve  
your problematic situation....

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Bluegrass wedding barn
dressed in burlap and satin
young couple fiddling...

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She was wearing her green satin dress,
      soft and silky;
often, she would touch the fabric to caress,
she was sleek elegant with skin milky.
      On a park bench she was reading,
     ...

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In burlap did he laugh,
the huskiness of mirth
to occupy the dearth
of sound. A photograph
beside the paragraph;
her testament of worth.

In satin does she weep,
cold buttons in her lap.
The invocations tap
an estuary deep.
Like flutterings in sleep
they flood the aching gap.

She penned his epitaph:
In Burlap Did He Laugh.

3/26/18...

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That's why you have boot straps, she's heard the old vaqueros say
But she'd throw away all her tomorrows for one single yesterday 
She wishes deep down for a better day somewhere down the road
But for now the grief, loneliness & tears make a heavy load
She's...

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In burlap, she had always clad her dreams

          And tucked away the rations of her hope

                    But...

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