Best Flannels Poems

Flannels warms the soft skin behind,
the silk topper brushes chin ward.
The air hangs heavy with the scent of lavender
and all is as it should be by moonlight.
Honeyed beams strike silver tendrils
tossed upon a pillow case.
Bhram's laces the sultry air.
Dark chocolate covers my tongue and lips
Chianti...

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I dont know much about her
but I heard she wasnt that talkative
She didnt like being alive
She was numb to all the pain she had to go through

I heard she didnt like anything that was green
She ate roman noodles everynight for supper
She always wore flannels and...

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Klain oh what a pain
Klain you drive me insane 
without you its like im in eternal rain
what a conundrum i just can't explain 
You can be so enigmatic 
and ing charismatic 
you with you're beautiful blond hair
flannels with a slight flare 
To be honest i...

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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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On storm-ripped nights when seaboards crack
And wings of angels rendered black
Are clouds that seethe and boil on high,
The canvas of some desolate sky.
On empty days like shredded rags
Trailed down from mountain peaks and crags
To flap across the barren floors
Uneven plains and lakeland shores.
On trails of...

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Simple were my tastes as a Hoosier country boy.
I'd heard of the fancy grub enjoyed by the hoi polloi,
But what set my youthful taste buds aquiver instead,
Was a helpin' of Mom's home-baked ham and gravy bread!

How I hated gettin' out of bed on a frosty...

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there is this bar i went to once up north
 it is called les pugilist.

 it is a canadian dive bar somewhere
 in the western province of quebec.

  the parking lot is filled with large trucks 
wandering in like steel framed geese. 

their drivers...

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I am going to grow old 
suddenly.
it will happen one day 
while eating peanut butter 
worrying about a lie I told 
thirty-seven years ago 
wondering whatever happened 
to that one special girl 
absently watching but not 
comprehending 
some old blurry 
near-memorized 
perry mason 
episodes 
while...

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With breathless haste and trembling hope 
Comes April's long awaited day. 
Flannels fitted, cleats are cleared. 
Bats all polished, heroes cheered. 
The rosters set, the lineups made. 
Dispel all such reproachful pain, 
Of past defeats, these thoughts remain, 
Avenge those days with plans well laid....

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April and the clocks forward spring,
our cricket practice gets in full swing.
Nets to untangle from their poles,
players to call and enrol.

Gang mowers to grease and oil,
the team kit-bag to disembroil.
Green stained pads to whiten bright,
fixture lists to expedite.

Mend the sight screen's rickety panels,
coax another season...

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They float on the ocean of sky.
In the land of the cloud they fly.
They are happy, they are swift,
They are cool and very sweet.
Their eyes are glittering jewels –
Plumages are like soft flannels.
Their chirping sounds polite.
They fly high in a flight.
They chirp like a happy...

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In the beginning this boat was bare, 
Greenest with infant's sinless stare; 
Before soles more selfish than sane
Had trodden its dreary derelict main. 

First to blacken its still-tiptop form 
Were kith and kin as is sin's norm; 
For if brother Cain won't Abel kill, 
Which...

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You can do this, just cut back your intake, it is not difficult at all
Says the socialist government, most of whom are as wide as they are tall.
If you put your heating thermometer back to forty-six degrees
You will see that paying that bill will be...

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April and the clocks forward spring,our cricket practice gets in full swing.Nets to 
untangle from their poles,players to call and enrol.Gang mowers to grease and 
oil,the team kit-bag to disembroil.Green stained pads to whiten bright,fixture lists 
to expedite.Mend the sight screen's rickety panels,coax another season...

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Soft t-shirts, warm flannels, easy to step into
Cozy fleece, light cotton, stretchy elastic waistbands
Comfy nightgowns, flowered pajamas, and a mumu
Retirement encourages a new way to dress
Comfort over class, coziness over chic
Fashion is over the hill now
I live in the country
The only ones who see me...

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