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 and ragged shirt undone,
from dawn to dusk he works the blessed land;
brings life to fertile soil with brawn and might.
His heart is happy in the time he spends
to make a good life for his new-found bride:
to be together, come the sun or rain.
To share in living on the crops he tends,
and bear the long hot days, sore muscles, pain
his work demands in order to provide.
And now he has an angel by his side
attending him throughout his labored days.
Her hours are long with indoor duties too.
And in the evening, both at rest, abide
the coming of the next day to renew
their modest joys of life in simple ways.
So often through the day, she is right there
beside a window, safe indoors to see,
with cat against her satiny-sleeved arm,
her dear strong man, if he is taking care
to work the field without her fear of harm.
His angel in disguise…dear wife is she.
February 12, 2015
Burlap and Satin
~2nd Place~
Premiere Contest: Burlap and Satin
Sponsor: Anthony Slausen
Judged: 03/30/2018
~1st Place~
Contest: Angels
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron
Judged: 01/01/2016
~1st Place~
Contest: An Angel in Disguise
Sponsor: Isaiah Zerbst
Judged: 03/20/2015
Iambic Pentameter, Rhyme Scheme: a-b-c-a-c-b
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 got enough matching bags
Untouched by dreaded moth
Two skirts were made by a seamstress
Some shirts from bleached flour sacks
There was no nudity at our home
In work mom did not slack
We knew nothing of satin cloth
Survival our weak mode
God blessed my father's efforts
When new skirts were sewed
Written: March 24, 2018
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 such fine caress
Rakin’ up hay for the bales of success
Dreamin’ up memories is such a bless.
And these things that happened
Like burlap and satin
Askin’ for little and wanting some less
Catholic girl says no to sometimes yes
Maybe sought more than we dare to confess
Born to be tender with some rough, I guess.
And these things that happened
Like burlap and satin
Written: 3/21/18
Contest: Burlap and Satin
Host: Anthony Slausen
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 and coarse, gentle and firm,
set the ball rolling.
Over dinner he unwound
falling for her smooth soft voice
and witty sense of humour.
Later they danced, striking a balance
between grace and slight awkwardness
merging with ease when slow music played.
Reluctantly the date came to an end,
but not before plans were made to meet again.
Who could have guessed that
burlap would compliment satin so well!
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Contest: Burlap and Satin
Sponsor: Anthony Slausen
© 22nd March 2018
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
With my handsome
Burlap man.
Slideshow memories
Of Satin and Burlap
Times stamped in my
Young 70-year old mind.
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 by wind, wrenched
from over-weighted twigs.
I store this trove with acrid smells
in burlap bags.
The nut man calls but twice a year.
He brings the news; we drink a beer.
He pays me well,
refreshes my supply
of dusty burlap hell.
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 ragtag
The burlap bag
The filigree of labour
The burlap savour
The blue attachment
For the natural scent
The crafting and decor
Burlap we look for
The hugs and kisses
The blue berry bushes
The burlap screen
No harsh wind
The happy times
For the shrubs and the vines
Though poles apart
Both close to our hearts
Burlap and satin
The brown and the green
From the knife and the blade
Towards the burlap shed
From the market din
Towards the songs of satin
Burlap and satin
The stories umpteen
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March 26, 2018
Burlap and Satin - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by : Anthony Slausen
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 much too young to carry the burden she's been thrown
But there is no other choice, she will push through on her own
She'll ride to hell & back again trying to outrun the pain
But no matter how far she rides, he'll not come home again
Her very own Cowboy Charming, a fairytale come true
Until a cruel twist of fate painted her world faded denim blue
How long will she replay that single moment in time?
A day & forever, she'll still find no reason or rhyme
She has tasted love's passion & felt its cruel sting
Felt both the elation & misery that only true love can bring
She once carried her heart like a balloon, bright & airy
Now she locks it away deep inside & is wary
She's sworn never again to give in to desire
Now, its covered with burlap
& wrapped in barb wire
(c) October 2003
Baby burlap
caught under the rock
don’t squirm and panic,
logic dictates
calm will resolve
your problematic situation.
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 me, cling to me of skin
Jute plant fibers touch
Burlap and satin
Just rough on the skin
May combine me with vegetable fibres
Wall hangings made of burlap rough to my eyes
Fibers to make rope, nets
Coarse canvas woven from jute, hemp
Burlap and satin
Browned fiber burlap, used especially for sacking
Sackcloth, gunny, canvas, hessian
Dress making and furnishing burlaps a burlap shirt
Fabric burlap Flowers nation
Can be a rose or carnation
Or woven even turned into a shirt Even seen them as a skirt
For what it's worth, smooth and rough
Burlap and satin
Matters not touch me in the morning
Also together burlap and satin so adorning
Fabric flower bouquet
A smooth, glossy fabric
Satin of silk, produced by a weave
In which this the threads
Burlap and satin
The warp caught and looped by weft cross stitch
At certain intervals a blue satin dress smooth like satin
Oh, also fabric flowers to the bouquet
Satin is a weaved that has glossy surface and dull back action
The satin weave is four or more no harm
Fill weft yarns floats over warp yarn
Four warp yarns floating over a single weft
a luxurious satin look For what it's worth smooth and rough
Burlap and satin
3/24/18 ©2018
For Contest: Burlap and Satin
Sponsored by: Anthony Slausen
Bluegrass wedding barn
dressed in burlap and satin
young couple fiddling
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
“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 of how poor you will be.
You’ll not get one cent from your mother and me.
Go give back that cheap little ring and be free.”
The daughter cried, “No, I’ll give you up instead
if I must. I know what my grandparents said
to you, Dad. They thought you were out of your head
to want a rich, pampered girl. ‘Not her,’ they pled.
And, Mom, how did Grandma and Grandfather feel
when they met my Dad-to-be? Did he appeal
to them as a good choice? YOU said they had real
concerns. He seemed somewhat rough. So you would steal
away to get married. Your choices were right.
THAT—they now admit. Though you’re happy and quite
successful, as newlyweds you had to fight
your folks’ disapproval, and money was tight.
We’re burlap and satin—as once were you two!
Our future will have a much rosier hue
if you bid your coldness—and not US—adieu!
We don’t want your money. Your blessing will do!”
Date:March 12, 2018
Contest Title: Burlap and Satin
Sponsor: Anthony Slausen placed 5th of 10
February 24, 2019, entered in Mark Toney's Poetry Marathon, Mile 21
June 21, 2019, entered in Brian Strand's contest Your Choice (12) Love Verse
June 5, 2021
entered in Anthony Biaanco's $ Contest placed 8th (of ten placements)
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,
a book of poetry old;
stopping at times to do some bird feeding,
the book was tattered with a cover once gold.
He threw down his weathered burlap knapsack . . .
and took out a homemade paper bag snack . . .
She looked at him with great disgust,
he was offensive;
his clothes were wrinkled and his boots had dust,
and she was getting ready to be defensive.
But, his voice was so charming,
and with blonde hair he was quite handsome;
they talked and talked which she found alarming,
and from that moment he held her heart ransom.
In time, this satin and burlap couple said, "I do" . . .
she wore satin and to his burlap bag he said, "adieu" . . .
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March 14, 2018
Poetry/Rhyme/Green Satin and Burlap
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1003-900-01
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the contest,
Best Rhyming Poem March 2018,
sponsor, Laura Loo
Second Place
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Written for the contest Burlap and Satin
sponsor, Anthony Slausen
Rhyming Pattern- ababcdcdff
Bequeathed between two golden sheets
Undine dims the light in candle’s ululation
Reposed she rescues dusky husky groans
Low and behold her mountain quivers
Among the valley’s heezed pleasures’ height
Pure nubile hessian rugs unfold a magic matching ride
Alleviated sorrow levitates small lusty deaths
Nirvana nestles breezes sweet surrender
Dharma shivers solemnly four noble truths
Serenity and Serendipity shine Sex and Senses
At altitude of fiery fabric one drape of Burlan
Transposes skin on skin much more than satin
In love she trusts when smooth vibrations
Nurse naked native nights engulfed in sated touch
10th March 2018 ACROSTIC