Best Hemming Poems
What Happened To GOD’s Old Fashioned Women?
Women who were careful how they spoke and didn’t use
profanity to get their thoughts across. Who loved their
husbands and children and their GOD.
Stay at home mothers raising their children well and respected
their husbands and worked at having a loving home.
Old fashioned women who were careful how they dressed,
and did their best to keep their children safe but in
line with the rules of the home.
Sometimes, mothers and their children went to pick beans
and berries to help out with the family finances and
with school clothes.
Women who supported their children’s efforts at
school by attending their plays, games or recitals,
but, realizing all the while that then, the schools were safe
and moral.
It was a different time then, it was a more peaceful time
where neighbors were friendly and helped each other
by keeping an eye out for intruders and any other danger.
I can remember several young mothers who would go to
the park with their toddlers and watched them play
together.
Also, I can remember my mother passing along clothes
down from among the three of us girls, hemming
dresses, making them over, or making new ones.
Mothers who did canning and preparing the family’s
food for the coming year. Doing yard work and
landscaping and dressing up the yard to make it beautiful.
Of course the breakdown of the American home has
come about by divorce of so many couples and families. And then
there are couples having children without the benefit
of marriage which has brought about a total
breakdown of the American Sweet Culture.
I am remembering to, hearing the sound of church bells
ring Sunday morning telling all of us to get up and
get ready for church. There is an old saying, “The family
that prays together, stays together”!
Lastly, that is the country and feelings that I miss but,
times have changed and we REALLY need to look
up for our REDEMPTION DRAWTH NEAR!
JESUS IS COMING SOON, ARE YOU READY?
Written by: Marilyn S. Jennings
2/19/19
Categories:
hemming, tribute, women,
Form:
Narrative
A sun reminds them through a dark cloud,
long before we are even asleep, or the moon is awake
and they reply, like guardians of simmering,
blossoming sunbeams, sprouting like wheat from cold concrete floors
A shoreline of long legged stems, tips that look down
Lamp lighted sentinels, that jaundice the ground
For the dark holds chance, and the hollows hold fright
unwinding a trail of stories untold ,
hemming each row, that might lead us to somewhere?
Where helter or skelter we're racing like the sheep
Tall stalks of flaxen, sending up flares, watching us scurry, into night's air
taking for granted, the pace or the glare
An illustrious disco, dances on tires, splashing the street, with stars that ignite
Lamplights will flicker like friendly old ghosts, hosting the present, or memories lost
Making a halo, of gold at our feet
.........then, dying in shadows that shorten the street
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For Nette's Contest: "Street Lights"
By Carrie Richards 10/2/14
TARNDAI
Categories:
hemming, light, night,
Form:
Free verse
The sage green wall had worn a blank look
until, slightly askew, with a tilt to the left
dangling helplessly, without a complaint
is the pride of an artist, who lacked all constraints.
He dipped into his paints with no sense of restriction
hung it in place without hesitation
giving the viewer a crick of the neck.
It hangs precariously, for an eager assessment
without circumspection, neither yes's or no's...
No hemming or hawing just helter and skelter
Instead, a take me or leave me,... is the quick estimation
Conforming was no issue, just pure bold assumption
Excitement exploded from two eager hands
that thrust it in place, with assured restless haste,
hammered a nail with pride and conviction
and planted it there, with pure ardent fervor
Sharing a warmth of a seasonal decade....
this amateurish, yet delightful landscaped intrusion
sings in the sunshine, and smelling of springtime
shouting with color, and sprinkled with lavender
flavored with turpentine, and oil-painted rainbows
In the lower left corner, is an array of dahlias,
bursting with crimson, never changing or fading
never thirsty for water,
barren of a single, silent, dried up weed
and free of decay, dismay or mold
The amber was gold, the umber was bold,
rust to rust, dust to dust......ash to ash
With him he took all the pride that he found
...still holding the brush stroke of a satisfied smile
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For Anthony's Contest: Favorite Artist
Dedicated to someone special in my life R.I.P.
4/16/14 Revised for Anthony's Contest
Categories:
hemming, art,
Form:
Free verse
Written: November 12, 2023, For JCB Brul Contest
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With a balmy wind
nature sings its symphony~
as leaves dance above
Life's cycle will trounce autumn
saffron hemming without dread
Notice twigs slight fall
autumn's mind-astounding grace~
embrace spell lyric
as nature's croon blithely spread
trees sway in hone symphony
Categories:
hemming, analogy, appreciation, autumn, tree,
Form:
Tanka
From chaos to cosmos
From cosmos to Barbados
From Barbados to Cricket
Fifty odd years
CAT EEG Resurrection
An original me?
If you know
The fundamental difference
Between 1 and 2
First comes the moon
Second comes the yellow
Last come the clouds and bats
They move cannons
Blasting chicken fodders
Canon of polite society
The sun moves
From east to west
From Angels to Demons
12 billion years after
Jesus rose
To shed his blood
Shadows and the lights
A road between, a pass
Tomb and randomizer truss
F=(x, y, z)
Collectively
Mistrustful
Since x=y
Earth exists
And will be
Ghewroucvsf
Chaos?
Right?
1123!
A big number
But small
Translation x
Interpretation y
Transportation z
There is no one like you,
And there is no God but you
Why kill?
The arrows
Earth
And a Japanese welcome
Ängsälvor
Swedish meadow elves
Warped, frame of reference
We are in God
Dead shall come alive again in God
There will be one house, hearth, Lord
11.2 km-secs
Escape velocity
To earth, to earth, to home
Blowing out a candle
Heaven interpretation
Nirvana, a candle
My opponents
Brought an oxymoron
For me, pretty ugly
p
A mirror
q
Lost in translation
Nothing lost in mistranslation
But you
Pigs are social insects
Bees are feral pigs
Cats are ants in a defense colony
Women in default mode
Susan, Mary, Debbie
Shower love on everybody
Bats and beeps
Critter’s wings
Pandora’s pigs
They smashed squirrels
It had happened, to a great extent
With us
If you need fire
Go to a dragon
A female dragon
With all calculations
I could not find
Her hemming and hawing
They died in summer
Drove car in winter
And married in fall
He misspelt 'love'
He was dead fifty tears back
In the act of correcting
Some chimps
Some elephants
Some ants
Let's go out to the field
And then and only then
Cain slew Abel
Note: They are not Haikus by form or convention but they are not null-haikus, non-haikus, proto-haikus, pre-haikus,rogue-haikus,rig-haikus or anything like that. They are haikus by " spirit".
©RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY
15th October,2015 19:35:29
Categories:
hemming, poetry,
Form:
Haiku
Man child. Mean manacle meaningless.
Painfully pondering potent powerlessness.
What and where and why the worst.
Found fear of failing. This the first.
Faced foe fist for fist.
Gaining gentlemen game gist.
Soon shattered, smoked so surely.
Error eternal, earning effects early.
Different daily dues dutifully dealt.
Alone, angered. Agony and anguish felt.
Many memories meaningfully marred.
Solemn son. Soulfully scarred.
Hiding hurt hinders healing.
Frightened, fearful fettered feeling.
Knowing now not known then.
Damage done. Never again.
Life's lessons learned of late.
Heaving heart hemming hate.
-Angel Fatale-
Categories:
hemming, abuse, anti bullying, bullying,
Form:
Alliteration
They are the boats in the river
Hills of the sun and the green leaves
Evening or mornings regardless
Roaring clouds I am afraid of
Oysters of friendship I seek much
Shouting trees I am nervous of
Embankment of the lake I need
Open arms of the jasmine tree
Fill the holes of monotony
Time acquires a pink dimension
Horizons of the moist rainbow
Endless pearls from the confluence
Fountain pens of the scarlet look
Rejoice within the long fingers
In the crisis of the black gloom
Evenings start gathering the stars
Nights slow down the dark descending
Doors greet the soft moon light touches
Sapphires seek to send the address
Hemming the time the blue needle
Instilling the drops of shadows
Pens pick up the friendship pictures
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May 2, 2018
NEW POEMS ONLY - 2 - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
Categories:
hemming, friendship, friendship love, imagery,
Form:
Acrostic
Who cares if the road winds or wends
so long as I step with my friends?
Quit hawing and hemming!
We are not the lemmings
who blindly fall off to their ends.
Categories:
hemming, allegory, animals, satire
Form:
Limerick
When the mother flew away
Her children ran all over the forest
Searching after her, barefeet
Until they turned it red
With bleeding feet and hearts
The moon rose to soothe
Humming and hemming
The tide of their sorrow
Trailing feather fingers
In her black hair of night
Morning brought caked tears
Bitter breakfast and the torn
Leaves, the hope of the children
Giving way down the river
Carrying their wails
Over and mountains away
The souls' sinews stretched
Trusting and failing, they
Turned gossamer webs
Across the world
Where the mother had flown
Away and toward, Around back,
Through the seasons: Until the world
Was wrapped with her soul, a gift for
Her children--her immortal love never lost.
Categories:
hemming, allegorymother,
Form:
Free verse
In a scary nightmare, I woke in a mystical place
where my old Singer floated next to your face
You wore that smirk that always made me twitch
so I used that old machine, and I began to stitch
your lips together to prevent you from lying
and your eye lids shut to keep you from spying
Were my shears too sharp? Was it I who beheaded you?
OOPS! Not a slipsy. It was something I meant to do.
I was able to find a bobbin, and a needle to thread
and my seams will assure that you remain dead.
I used your hair for hemming black fabric scraps
and fashioned a sort of shroud without holes or flaps
I'll not take a chance that this nightmare might return
so I will set you ablaze; your ashes sealed in an urn.
If this is only a dream, then I've not committed a sin,
but thinking about your schemes and that hidious grin,
I confess I am considering it to be a very cunning idea.
No more nightmares about a deadhead will I need to fear
*With apologies for being a bit freaky, but the photo took control.*
9/17/2017
Image Me A Poem~Image 2
Host: Mystic Rose
Categories:
hemming, nonsense, scary,
Form:
Rhyme
Allowing awfully awkward arguments to arise
Self-doubt secludes, so sequestered, sadly... sans surprise
Madly muttering melancholy mottos
Odius, obtuse obligation on auto
Deftly denying deteriorating destruction
Somehow sickly surrendering Soul's suction
Humbly hemming-n-hawing, half-assed heretic
Dejected densely dimwitted dumb ass derelict!!
Cautiously cradling cuddly collected captions
Abandoning all assertive able action
Forgetting forlorn feats, fastidiously folding
Meandering movement mutates morals molding
Leering looks like loathsome lovers lying
Forsaken feelings foster festered fish frying
Eating every emotion equally
Fantasizing freefall freedom frequently
Evenly eviscerate existential existence
Ruefully relish relinquishing rancid resistance
Categories:
hemming, social
Form:
Alliteration
This revolutionary fella followed by
Adams family patriarch,giving rise
twin heir (plain lee gifted "Renaissance
Man") Jeff force'n without hemming
and hawing, subsequently conceding
nexus (nor horse drawn Lexus) of Colonial
power to Madison, thence Monroe
buttoned up as suitable candidate after
which younger Adams elected.
Thirty four followed Jackson's club
trumpeting (some Obama nib bully)
bushwhacking their way predicated
on faulty Algorithm, charming
charismatically with hint of Clint
like glint in eyes, blinding populace,
sans ray gun (Reagan), Car Tour ring
with peanut gallery in tow, affording
(unpopularly pardoning unfashionably),
a Jerry rigged nixed son, followed
by John's son tainted by stain of Vietnam,
but with said Southeast Asian debacle,
one ken heady (sporting thick styled hair)
inherited an internecine conflict, essentially
precipitated, when Eisenhower hardened
political stance against any allies of the
Soviet Union, (sans The Viet Cong), and
pledged his firm support to Diem
and South Vietnam.
Now with preceding administration, one
harried true man unleashed advent of atomic
spectra upon Hiroshima, and Nagasaki, this
purported preemptive measure scary ruse
felt to thwart exaggerated Japanese government
threat (military intelligence) scheming to
wreak untold havoc upon American troops
within the Pacific theater of World War II.
The former horrific decision controversial,
then and to this day Hoover expert historian,
diverge, asper corroborating the necessity
to usher in the Cold War, yet majority foreign
policy wonks might grudgingly attest that
said thirty first commander in chief did maintain
a Cool Edge throughout onset when doomsday
clock began countdown to Armageddon,
an unimaginably blaring, deafening, earsplitting...
cacophony distant rumbles heard, nonetheless,
no Hard dinning ghoulish nightmare (potentially
obliterating all life on planet Earth) haunted
Wilson, nor Taft, only gunboat diplomacy
mere child's play exhorted, less catastrophic
comparison, when Teddy Roosevelt wielded
"big stick schtick" namesake corollary to the
Monroe Doctrine in 1904...ad nauseum.
Categories:
hemming, age, birthday, character, courage,
Form:
Free verse
Oh, yes! I recall them well,
those pretty prints as flour sacks.
They only needed hemming
added to Mom's dishtowel stacks.
I don't remember dresses
made from them for Sis or me.
Sewed together for table cloths,
they were pretty as could be.
They brightened the old kitchen
when hung as window curtain.
My dear mother wasted none
of that I can be certain.
They are making them no more,
I suppose to save some cash.
All flour comes in paper bags
which is fit only for trash.
11/13/2013
Categories:
hemming, memory, mother,
Form:
Rhyme
Cloth, clothing, garb, la ropa
Sure beats Prozac, or even L-Dopa
Hemming, cutting, measuring, looping
Snappy dress keeps those smiles from drooping
A blouse, a suit, a shirt, a shawl
Strange young tailor masters them all
‘Can’t wait! Must have! Quick! Hurry!’
‘No excuses, tailor, to you I’m judge and jury!’
Shame, fear, anger, doubt
Sorry, ma’am, those stains won’t come out!
Categories:
hemming, on work and working,
Form:
Couplet
hemming bell bottoms
summer radio blaring
to seventies tunes
posted on June 6, 2018
Categories:
hemming, clothes, music, nostalgia, time,
Form:
Haiku