Best Flannel Poems

On freezing days, I turn to fleece
To wear beneath my down;
And wool or corduroy might work
When traipsing through the town.

But there’s an oft-forgotten cloth
That also can perform
By keeping those who use it,
Day or nighttime, snug and warm.

Yes, flannel is of what I speak;
It’s great for...

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I see it more and more as Fall comes in,
the fabric fears not the chill or wind,
often brushed and soft, like a blanket’s grasp,
and for many years a good one with last.
Whether it be Black Watch or Buffalo Check,
there’re a thousand patterns, what will be...

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Fluffy Lovely Always Nap-worthy Nest of Enveloping Layers
Me
Softness Heavenly Entering Ecstasy Toasty Seductive Sleep...

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He swaddles me in soft-worn flannels
to comfort my hard-won heart.

He waters me
washed bare smooth souled
with tears of suffering
and joy.

He caves my soundless nights
with dreams from other times
replenishing live imagined memory
as co-arising blind intuition's
ecojustice peace
flows like soft warm flannel 
across my bare sunned shoulders.

He frees my...

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your so warm against my body
i need to feel you wrapped around me on those cold night
when
nothing 
is going right
and the world is lonely
for me
and full of strangers
who
use me
or 
intrude on my life.
when you're around me the world just
m
  e
    l
...

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When snows beset slippers upon the feet,
and draw tears of pain upon reddened cheek.
Thoughts of former boots instill chilled notions,
that will call for future healing potions.
Someone asks of you, "what were you thinking?"
you answer with shivers between blinking.
"I must track this wet to the farmers'...

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You standing there looking so innocent
       and sexy, biting your lip
Smiling so guile-y and your hair
Cascading around your face
Over your shoulders and styled by JBF
You standing a bit awkwardly your legs
      falling from my...

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I sleep at night in your worn flannel shirt
You my love are ashes similar to dirt
A woven web we had of love and deceit
Kept hidden dark and deep
And still a space within my soul
Kept for you effervescently my whole
Far away once real and now a...

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A flannel-washed-out school.
Unsullied nuns in a sullen line.

Again hearing the quacking of ducks
as new brown leathers shoes
stepped and skipped,
though skipping was a serious offense
behind the school fence.

London, eons ago,
a blighted borough 
lost in the scant gravy
of rationed times.

Was I six, was I even aware 
of...

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An old flannel shirt with two button up the front pockets
Well-worn, soft, in faded colors of greens, reds, and blues.
A touch of green, and some bits of yellow, almost Christmas like.
It was my father’s favorite shirt; he wore it more days than not.

I watched him...

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dad in flannel shirt
right hand holding pail of smelts
lit smoke in other




AP: Honorable Mention 2020

Posted on July 3, 2018...

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Summertime is finally fleeting
and oddly, though, I am not sad.
Yes, the fields will soon be emptied
of pastel-colored flowers and buzzing bees
and wading knee-deep in tall, wild grass
as the sun takes its time in setting,
late into the warm-breeze nights
that cause one to linger 
and gaze up into...

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Summertime is finally fleeting
and oddly, though, I am not sad.
Yes, the fields will soon be emptied
of pastel-colored flowers and buzzing bees
and wading knee-deep in tall, wild grass
as the sun takes its time in setting,
late into the warm-breeze nights
that cause one to linger 
and gaze up into...

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Stars and flannel are both brash.
Colors which both sparkle and clash.
You cannot eat either one.
Made of molecules of fun.
Both are warm as can be.
On a dark night, they are a sight to see.
Patterned in a wild way.
Stars and flannel both have something to say!...

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