Best Cheesecloth Poems

I cannot find my cheesecloth; where did my cheesecloth go?
Where is it at this moment? I would dearly like to know.
It isn't in the shoe...

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School holidays were testing times for Mum’s with things we done,
when us kids had idle time to chase the values of new fun.
We’d trained our...

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The holiday season is upon us, and I delight in the memories of my childhood yuletides.  One such memory stands out quite clearly. Just...

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The light in the night falls slowly upon weathered decks
We have placed the dead man on a plank and wrapped him in cheesecloth
The rain stops...

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drowsy cricket songs
call orange-black wings to rest
on yellow ragweed

hunting with broomsticks
bent coat hangers and cheesecloth
we chase summer dreams...

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sitting
 in the corner
 of a pub
 
I write vows
 and eulogies
 I speak
 of the dead
 visiting
 the departed
 
speaking of love
 waxing of...

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My eyes scan over the table.
My taste buds begin to perspire.
There’s so much food here on offer,
so I wonder what I’ll desire. 

There are some...

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This is How the Dream Goes
David J Walker 

This is how the dream goes when I awaken to 
A cheesecloth cover/filter of borrowed light
Colors melding...

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Earthenware,
Gently coated with 24 karats,
Lungs, innards, entrails, liver,
The heart left untouched,
Untainted,
Egyptian burials,
Wrapped in cheesecloth....

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i was making a scoop with one hand
with the other palm wide open
i collected them

while they were silent
put together
looking like the old ladies from my...

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1968

Beaten on the school yard
Cursed on the bus
Not all the kids hated whites,
The few left in the hood.
Haters sat at dinner tables
Hearing the call to...

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(this brownarmed girl will sleep
with goodman)

testing the white waters at lunch
she in a blushless
cheesecloth frock
chaperoned by one vased fuchsia forget
me not

coyly sipping cantharis tea
verbalizing
circling a...

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often she'd stay the weekend. I'd give her these turnovers. She'd reject them at first by saying" yuk, you eat pig ears"! but one day...

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The breeze caresses
Through the light cheesecloth attire
Her curvature purrs





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Crack In The Stove
Listen to the pine splits
crack in the stove
clouds down our roof like
burnt pine, milk
The smell of come in the shack

A breeze on...

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