Best Hem Poems

He seemed a lonely man
Not alone
Yet lonely
Not seeking companionship
Yet never really alone.

At times
It seemed
People gravitated
Toward his orbit
Circled
Pondering
His presence
Questioning
Its necessity.

He drifted
Through a universe
Unknown
To those who thought
Themselves
The center
Of theirs.

He took the hand
Of sunrise
Walked with it
Through the day
And of an evening
He touched
The hem of sunset.
...

Continue reading...

I’m flabbergasted at how the streets are thronged
Could You be the one for whom twelve years I’ve longed?
Oh say, a Physician like no other before seen?
Different from the kind to where I had been?
Could Your timing have been more impeccable?
And Your approach be more unbelievable?
But...

Continue reading...

Restorative faith
Spiritually renew
Touch the garment’s hem
...

Continue reading...

Pain, pain and pain, with never a pause,
Could I hear the sound of laughter?
Only around me and everywhere, but –
Never had I the chance to hear my own
Till that day, I heard Him coming!
 
Yelp, yelp and yelp of agony,
The ache and affliction through the...

Continue reading...

TOUCHING THE HEM OF BEAUTY SEE
  
Beauty of a beautiful brunette
Brings me back to a brittle moods
Bright eye, eye bouncing 
Along a blind alley

I counted the moon that rises
As the farthest of galaxy, making  me to
Dawdle to talking broach of a royal bird...

Continue reading...

The puppy was attracted to
The hem of my long skirt.
His snapping sharp-edged baby teeth
Kept me on the alert.

A smattering of scabs adorned
His owner’s hands and arms.
Restraint in puppies never ranks
Among their many charms.

So once I saw the damage he’d
Inflicted on some skin,
I figured he could...

Continue reading...

Caravans all covered with sand;
Release the agent's contraband;
Eat hearty children all over the lands;
All bloated bodies human beings;
~
My trust is not in man;
My trust is not in man;
My trust not lost;
But it is in Him;
And the hem of His garment is my trust is in...

Continue reading...

These shaded scars may alarm,
Yet in my eyes, they are surely painted.
Scorned love that which won’t harm
In my sigh of relief I cry to this, tainted.

Fire lustfully denies the everso carnaging fate.
Torn apart by the advantage of its flaws,
I am morley sewed up in these...

Continue reading...

Drudgery beckoned,
between starched linens 
and mango colored fingernails
ripping, tearing, the rent fabric to
blissful shreds of compliance.
He needed nothing but his own 
smile
dancing nightly with vice and
tremors and all the things she 
craved but refused herself.
Until one night,
when followed by her 
conscience
up to the painted boudoir...

Continue reading...

The book 
That was to HEM us together
Tore 
Us like old under garment
Threads 
Of emotions
Hanging from under skirts
And sleeves
Of shirts
I saw you shredded in disbelief
Right below the rash
Moment showing
The self indulged will
Destroying
Pages upon pages
Of expectations
When the dam broke
It was not mere spotting
It was  a...

Continue reading...

Burglary at daybreak -
                                        turquoise eggshells...

Continue reading...

I have pieces of sewing machines all over my house.
Most of the pieces are there, but not all of them,
Of course I do not discover this until I want to use them.
One is missing the front dial,
Another is missing the thing that holds the bobbin...

Continue reading...

SO THAT WE MIGHT TOUCH HIS HEM

heaven’s masterpiece
steps down from His throne
no fear of a baby born here

we identify with our own form
our Master gentle and kind
the Creator shows us the way

God’s perfect mediator
Himself incarnate
still we look up and see the stars

look down and see...

Continue reading...

They answer questions seldom asked
tend to the mundane, "lesser" tasks
their halos tilted scally caps
homilies of wilted raps
soulless homeless shooting craps
rattling unnumbered dice
you may win once, never twice.
These voices of the lesser god
bedeviled by a life unshod
still reach to touch the garments hem
of gods that turned...

Continue reading...

The hem of her skirt,
Billows,
With her fond sweetness,
As she upon her stilletos,
Balances,
Within,
A diamond stillness,

Her hem,
Sighs,
With a nostalgia,
Of romance,
In the undulant wind,

Waves of surreal petals,
As the moon,
With its exotic flowers,
Singers,
And dancers,
Blush,
With a serenity,
Of rhythms,
That kiss,
With adorations,
And loves,
Firmly tender wings,
Her Beauty and hems,
Vast loveliness
Reynaldo Casison...

Continue reading...