Best Cardigan Poems
Our friends invited us to their farm,
And were introduced to Tony
Their pony, who had delectable charm,
On his forehead was a star,
Which I noticed from afar,
He had already spotted spotted me,
From way beyond the cedar tree.
He stole my heart,
Right from the start,
He seemed incredibly tame,
Wanting to play a game,
I was advised not to touch
Him too much,
Lest he bite
And give me a fright,
But sure, it was furthest from his mind,
For he looked adorable and so kind.
He gently nuzzled into my hand,
As his hooves kicked
And sprayed up sand,
He was such a soothing sight,
Was sure I'd dream of him tonight.
Was also advised not to give him food,
But could see he was eying my apple,
And in the mood,
For a tasty munch,
I gave it to him, and he finished
It with a loud crunch.
Sunday arrived, it was time to leave,
Tony ever so slightly, tugged
At my cardigan sleeve,
We fondly looked at one another,
Though we had never known each other.
Tony, I said, whilst stroking his nose,
He stood beside me ever so close,
I hear you are soon to be a dad,
You must feel very proud and glad,
I'm sure you and your lady
Will adore your baby foal
Who will steal your heart,
As you did mine from the start.
All preparation had been completed
The big night was finally here
At three in the afternoon I went to dress rehearsal
Stood on the Gaiety stage for the first time - I didn’t have any fear!
Three lovely ladies
We were standing behind our microphones
Reciting our poems .. to an audience of ONE
Rows and rows of empty seats – tonight they would soon fill
Would nerves finally hit me, would I start to feel ill …
We had a few hours to kill before the show would start
Hubby and I went for a meal before I played my part
I dressed in my lovely frock – our act would all wear black and white
The theatre was a sell out, much to our delight
The performance kicked off at eight o’clock
Our slot was in the second half so we sat and watched the show
Joined in with the audience from spare seats on the back row
Time passed by so quickly once the show had begun
We rolled about with laughter the acts were such great fun
The interval came and we had to go
Soon the time would come for us to perform
It was freezing cold backstage I wore my cardigan to keep warm!
Our names were announced and we walked onto the stage
Lights shone down on the three of us
But the audience was a sea of faces in the dark
I was first to recite my poem
‘Seven men you definitely wouldn’t want to date’
Not a sign of stage fright at all
Di recited ‘The Fine’ and Irene ‘1958’
Then it was back to me with ‘Just Desserts’
It was the very first funny poem I’d written
Di’s ‘Night Nuisance’ and Irene’s ‘A Transcript’ poems followed
With poetry we are all smitten
With massive smiles on our faces we walked off the stage
Came back later to take a bow
The audience applause was rapturous – I can still hear it in my head now!
Last night I performed on stage at a charity event in front of 600 people … it was my first time on a ‘proper’ stage at the Victorian Gaiety Theatre and was the most incredible night of my life! The night raised awareness of Parkinson's Disease and Alzheimer's and raised over £6000 ($7410) from ticket sale alone - there were bucket collections too.
11~19~16
I button up my cardigan
The weather's closing in.
I'm follically challenged,
not my hairline, but my skin..
As the clouds begin to gather
and wind whips up to boot..
I twist my collar skyward..
deploy my bumbershoot.
And so.. I hurry past you,
we nod but hardly share
the time of day and just pretend
there's no time left to care.
"Is there fear of being open?"
as enclosure keeps me safe,
Suddenly I'm conscious:
all
these
layers
start to chafe.
Old wounds that pierced my skin
don't need to hide away.
The strangest gift;
these scars;
require the light of day.
But what if..
Summer's sun is early?
A transformation starts..
We feel the authenticity
warming up our Wintery hearts?
For what we crave is
Love.
Acceptance, sister. Brother.
But first we have to open up..
be honest with another.
Feel the raindrops on our skin.
Unbutton the protection.
Release us to the elements of
humanity's affection.
For deep within us all
there's stuff we hide away..
Exposure to the open air
and brightness of the day..
..it might be when the healing starts.
Wind, sun, or snow or rain.
Outside it may be different.
But inside..
we're all the same.
If history was food part 2
Stupid Things People Say.
.
Stupid things people say
I hear them every day
.
Is it the weather or me?
How do you want your tea
In or out
Well it make more sense to have it in a cup
To me
.
Is that a guitar on your shoulder?
No it’s an ironing board
And a boulder
Can you play?
No I just carry it about all day
.
Is that a camera are you filming?
No I’ve got something stuck in my eye
Goodbye
.
Are they your dogs?
No I’m taking them back for the ransom money
Are you trying to be funny honey?
.
It always rains but never pours
So you've been to this planet before?
.
I’m going shopping for a bargain
Not if you didn’t want it in the first place
Not another frying pan and cardigan
.
Money makes the world go round
Well if it does
Here’s half a crown
.
I bet you were a beautiful baby
I still am beautiful
Lady
.
The wheels on the bus go around and around
Of course they do
Or we’d never get around
.
The grass is always greener on the other side
Not if you have a mudslide
.
You never know what’s around the corner
I do
Big Ada I have to warn you
.
A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush?
.
Peter Dome©2020.
She descended the stairs
Hair matted sleep in her eyes,
Cup of coffee toast and
marmalade please she cries,
Wearing her baggy cardigan
Night dress crumpled with stains,
No teeth in her mouth morning breath
Reminders of recently blocked drains,
To say the least she doesn't look
Her very best,
There again I'm a little shoddy
In my under pants and string vest,
How we look in the morning
to others we would not share,
Our love for each other has no
bounds just shows that we care.
Love is affection not perfection.
Sad girl, can you hear the wind in the trees whistling,
That is your grandpa with his tune like a bird visiting;
Always recall him with Ella, crystal blue eyes shining,
Not a day will go by that he is not up above listening;
And his favorite cardigan sweater- he is still wearing.
_____________________
March 20, 2016
Poetry/Monorhyme/Is That Right Said Grandpa
Copyright Protected, ID 16-770-179-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Personal Memories, Monorhyme
sponsor, Laura Loo
First Place
"'Twas a dark and stormy night," begins many intriguing tales,
But it WAS a dark and stormy night along the craggy coast of Wales!
Along its rugged shores, mighty gale-swept waves roiled and crashed.
Adding to the fury of the night, thunder roared and lightning flashed!
Out in Cardigan Bay the schooner Orion struggled to keep afloat.
Her rigging was torn asunder as her valiant crew strove to save the boat!
Salvation seemed beyond reach for those struggling, desperate souls,
As the raging storm shoved her nearer to those impregnable shoals!
With the captain at the helm and when rescue was within their reach,
The schooner Orion foundered when just a few yards from the beach!
Her oaken hull was shattered and her crew was never found.
Alas, the shoals of Cardigan Bay became their burial ground.
According to local lore, ghastly screams can be heard to this very day,
When the roaring gales sweep across venerable Cardigan Bay!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
Goodbye jackets and cardigan of wool,
session is over for going to school,
all were enjoying warmth of quilt,
now can get inside the pool
spring is arriving jumping around,
lets get up on workout ground,
temperature not warm so cool,
air is freshening following rule
king of seasons is on the way,
days will be longer day by day,
sun will have to wake up early,
you will get D vitamin surely
lets go out to roam with friends,
cool dresses will follow the trends,
have party sweat less or sweater,
its the time to enjoy the weather
spring flowers are ready to shower,
golden beauty from sunrise tower,
lets hope for heavenly breeze,
and wish that could last forever
Date : 03/30/2016
HEARTBEAT (from a guy's perspective)
~Ayesha choudhary.
I left a peice of myself that day when i said goodbye.
heart a little heavy,
holding myself together with bundles of lies.
lookin' at you last time,
memorizing you like my favorite song;
You went away in flying tunes,
as if ain't nothing was ever wrong.
Driving away from your drive thru,
your milky cardigan resting on my passenger seat;
how can it be easier for me to leave,
when it smells like your heart beat?
Unlocking the door to my apartment,
never once did it felt like home.
funny how they say "home is always the person never the place or wherever your roam"
for i have known you inside and out,
even your deepest secrets, the silence, the shout.
the scream that ignites the power in you,
The dark silhouette that makes you, you.
Meeting you was the only good thing that has ever happened to me,
I went back to the time when my mum always said "darlin' you'd wife her, just wait and see"
Watching you walking down the aisle with a veil on your head,
Our rings tied with a lump of a promising thread,
That day I knew I'd happily munch on thorns even if roses were being fed.
Now that am walking away, taking a breath and releasing a sigh,
Remember when people said "real men don't cry"? yeah forget that,
because my eyes are almost never dry.
I worshipped the forever with you,
knowing we'd never tear apart in two.
I loved you for who you were, but maybe the man you loved, was never enough.
Thought we'd grow gray and old together,
maybe you would've loved me more,
if I were heather.
Oh sweet creature! please do tell,
How to love someone else?
when i don't know how to love anyone that's not you on this street;
How to love someone that doesn't match your heartbeat?
It's always you.
it might kill me to tell you the truth,
but am still in love with you.
My hot ice, my sprinter-Turtle, purple rose and my wife,
your creation puzzles nature as every cell in you gives comfort.
So cheerful you are, that your shadow has a dimple
you shed a tear and oxygen pulls down its jean
from your singing, the morning flower finds a cardigan
and that effortless smile of yours makes the moon find cover in a blanket.
So sophisticated, modern and divinely engineered,
your virtues have curbed our challenges to be temporary migrants
and have rendered the sparks of the city daughters wireless.
Your flesh at sight, makes an intending foreign kiss crash,
your beauty wins all contests,
far above the surrounding maidens hands down,
even without judges.
So industrious and intelligent,
you take a break and time is given a handkerchief
if you were the president,
Orphans will own grocery stores, rodents will build their own castles.
You danced in dust, yet the weather develops a good handwriting
you are happiness’ algorithm, Fortune’s ultimate charm
evident by a life on a non-stop green traffic light.
Your breath sustains a botanical garden
and your whispers come in a lovely accent.
The sun only illuminates, when it borrows your eyelashes
and on your sexiness, the Greek gods form a formidable cabinet.
You have been more than a helper and a partner to me
from the connection of our hearts, came the discovery of the internet.
Street lights have developed ears on account of our lovely gossips
all these make loving you, the best decision I’ve made in my life.
I’m blessed to have you grow with me to be the world’s most powerful couple.
Happy birthday to you my love, my life, my heartbeat and my wife.
Now little Jenny's favourite cardigan is missing one of these
It fell off just the other day and simply disappeared
We turned the house upside down everyone was looking
The cushions of the three piece suite were heaped into a pile
While Uncle Jack was on his knees searching high and low
Mum got out the Hoover and ran it into Auntie Flo, who hopped around the sitting
room making funny noises
The dog was heading for the door but Dad he dived and caught him and
once old Zak was upside down and nothing inside rattled was allowed to leave the scene
The next stop was the fire brigade but we didn't have a cat or a garden with a tree
Now we couldn't find the shiny little blighter, so we had a cup of tea
We tried to find another one just like the one that's lost but that is such a trying task
there's never two the same
Mum finally found a button but it never matched the rest and Jenny's pretty cardigan
was never seen again
A superpower some claim it to be.
Turning yarn into a cardigan or doily.
Click clack go the needles in a flurry.
Beginners wonder why the hurry.
“Onto the next project!” we say.
Although we started two more the other day.
Knitting and crocheting plenty of squares
Ready for the Yarnbomb, we’ll put it out there
On the nursery gate right by the road.
So much pride in ourselves we might just explode.
Off to craft club - show and tell.
Looks like that one didn’t come out to well.
Christmas is coming, prepare for the fayre!
A table is booked to sell our ware.
Hours of toil until we fill with glee
Hearing the words “Isn’t that lovely!”
Everyone has ample Apple Annie needs,
caramel candied covered heart cravings
But, at what cost
does one pay the price to receive?
I’m holding on to my precious pennies,
keeping my copper Cupid thoughts
in my Cardigan cardiac pocket
Always wishing lovers well,
I cherish the fond memories
of innocent days gone by
Age fades desire ...
But the sweet savoring
of the first taste of lollipop baby love
is never forgotten
Penny candy love sold over the counter,
small beginnings sweetly wrapped
Penny candy little portions,
sweet tooth gifts licked fingers unpacked
The first kiss given
came puppy love nearly free
Bicycle racing heart dreams ...
Candy thoughts
that only cost a penny
Just a minor ego scrape from a bruised knee
One simple misunderstanding,
a brief falling out that was kiss patched easily
Asking for the first dance,
only came with a small price to pay
A tease from your friends,
an awkward, shy smile now and then
But the magical feel of the virgin closeness,
was a penny earned well spent
Penny candy Love received,
the peppermint price paid was next to nothing
Penny candy Love given,
the chocolate heartfelt offer didn’t cost much
But after bittersweet buys
later in life,
what is the sour price one pays for losing love?
A penny for your thoughts ...
what is the cloying cost one pays
for tossing
their other half-eaten candy away?
This poem was inspired by the soul-stirring poem, "Fading"
from the talented poetess Alexis Y.
— Romantic Warrior
???i can not pretend someone broke my heart again...??
??? Two pieces parallel blood drippn off my Cardigan..
??? If love is political my allegiance is bi partizan ??
???No communication every word becomes a argument??
??? I've reached the realization I have nothing left to bargain with...??
??? Take my heart and pardon it divided equal metric wit ??
???Now measure the circumference then subtract it from the larger rip ..??
??? You left my ass to die so let me leave you with this parding gift ??
??? Heartbeat slowing bpms 4 ever am I slumberin ?????Mite as well just take what's left and toss it in the cumberlin??
??? No longer am I wondering why your absence so uncomforting??
??? I here the thunder rumbaling tell cupid he should run from me ??
I used to find heaven in the pleasure of her company??
Now I'm howling at the moon like why would you take my sun from me ??