Best Lace Poems
The shadows fall like summer lace
Through palm trees fluttered in the sun
The soft caress of dawning breeze
Invites my senses to be spun
With every step in wonderland
The crystal blues of morning sky
Intend to lift my feet, as they
Await for me to learn to fly
As day begins a brand new page
On which to write another verse
My mind, as one with nature’s love
Takes off, creation to traverse
For what, with song of daybreak’s dove
Could keep a soul to tethered rein
When ecstasy of rainbow’s hue
Can heal the most defining pain
As shadows fall like summer lace
To bless my path in fauna’s art
I’m open to a whole new world
With thoughts of love to fill my heart
Sweet Sensation of Whispering Words -
Winter cloaked in the whitest lace
Spreads its folds across the land
Transforming the earth's tired face
In beauty she makes her quiet stand
For those who weep for summer lost
And long for days of idle breath
Those days come at winter's cost
She sings the songs of living death
For naught we argue with the wind
And rail at ice that will not weep
Hoping these days will soon rescind
And her buried promises keep
Winter dances with solemn grace
Dressed in her white gown of lace
Skeletons of Lace
Autumn’s leaves decorate lanes with discarded artistry –
A bright collage in maple, oak and poplar hues;
Too soon the colors fade like early fading twilights;
No restoration possible – no color tint renewed.
At the feet of Autumn, litter of autumnal dust,
Crumpled remnants – the season’s still life portrait lies;
Cracked and brittle shells of shady summer portraitures
Gathered for a funeral pyre – one last good-bye.
Fall sweeps in on icy wings yet one last leaf remains
Gone the green of summer’s blush – autumn’s repose -
Once life giving veins - a ghostly skeleton revealed -
A clear lacy legacy, to birth new life, exposed.
Best New Poem - October 2020
1st Place Writing Challenge - Decay - Constance LaFrance 10-20-20
1st Place Completely Your Choice - Brian Strand 11/11/20
1st Place Podium Placing - Brian Strand
Chosen for PS It's Poetry
9-15-22
Contest: Poetry Marathon Mile 14
Sponsor: Mark Toney
I washed my white lace tablecloth and hung it out to dry
The bleach did the best it could-it was worth the try
'Though no one else can see, the stain still remains
As old as time itself
Stubborn as mildew rot
One false step, one careless word forever etched in time
Travels the universe, endlessly
In search of a place to rest
What would I not give to reverse that step
To retrieve that hateful word
Tread lightly in your daily walk, o'er hills and valleys in between
Plot well your steps and weigh your words
So you'll have nothing to regret, like the
Unkind words carved deeply upon your heart
I wash my white lace tablecloth again, again and again!
~*~
10/09/2007
Nervous as a harried hen, Mom was in a dither
Would wedding guests be kept away by the winter weather?
My cheeks so rosy from the sting of howling, bitter winds
White lace and pearls, car door opened and a young girl stepped within
Fresh mums adorned the altar of “Our Lady by the Sea”
Blue bridesmaid angels led the way; John waited lovingly
Vows exchanged as God smiled down, crystal kisses danced in air
The reception band played merrily, all invited were there
Many guests remarked they’d never seen a happier bride
At midnight John took my ring-adorned hand, we ventured outside
Snow drifts piled ‘round the cars, Great Nor’ Easter just ending
My mate high on love (and champagne), wheels on highway spinning
Pulling into a gas station, trying to get a grip
Still in my bridal gown as the dipping temperatures nipped
The station attendant ran out and smiled, he’d seen us reel
But we were laughing and trading places behind the wheel
My tipsy spouse in a tux, truly a sight to behold
When we reached our new home, I carried HIM o’er the threshold'
For John's "Winter" contest
Time to snuggle with a spring bouquet of roses and lace.
Snuggle them to your beautiful, tranquil face.
Sipping some cool jasmine tea, with no regard for hours.
Nay, the world with its endless exhortations to grimness and
tearful showers.
A sorrow, shuts down a poet's soul.
It's time right now, to let all of it go.
Be in stillness with your God, who removes sadness.
Hence, comes sun, joy and unspeakable gladness!
April 15, 2020
2:30pm PST
Lace
Light, silky and smooth
Akin to the way you move
Curvaceous fitting of frills
Evoking, night to come thrills
For Andrea’s Four Letter Word
Acrostic Challenge Contest
light defines
delicate fingers of frost
luminous lace
Bent fingers trace embroidered leaves
on satin and long lacy sleeves.
Blush roses, twenty-six she counts--
A French word she can't now pronounce.
She blows dust from old envelopes
tied with blue ribbons and her hopes.
The letters penned by her true mate.
Over his name, she... hesitates.
A trunk in attic soon became
her refuge from days all the same.
Photos dwelling midst her daydreams,
and keepsakes of sweet seventeen.
She thought he'd walk up Dusty Lane;
he might appear, along with rain
and wash away her endless tears;
bring summer nights and happy years.
A wedding date that came and passed;
memories cut like broken glass.
A heartache like the roaring wind,
returning nightly without end.
She lived alone among the ghosts
of dances, laughter, champagne toasts.
Altho eccentric, she was bright;
looked forward to impending night.
Aunt Agnes passed at ninety-three;
still wore her ring for all to see.
Memories left for wind to tend;
they have beginnings but no end.
I wish I could forget the night of my disgrace,
when on stage I wore shoes fashioned of red lace.
I took the role of seductress and played the part.
When I cheated on him I crushed his loving heart.
In my scarlet heels I became a brazen flirt,
kissing actors in love scenes that left him hurt.
What a foolish twit I was on the night I strayed.
My shoes were not worth the high price I paid.
I made a fool of myself with each step I took.
By wearing sexy shoes I was baiting my hook.
But they gave me blisters and pinched my toes.
On opening night I became the thorn on his rose.
I burned those shoes and watched the smoke rise,
as tears and mascara streaked my actress eyes.
I'm haunted by the scene in which I wore those shoes.
Instead of rousing applause, I deserved taunting boos.
* * * * * *
August 27th 2016
The August fields all fallow now.
The sweet grasses lay long a bed.
The posies taken the pastours’ bowe.
Brash breezes brush Queen Ann’s fair head.
Black butterflies crest crown instead.
Tufts of purple clover hold court,
‘neath a spread of pristine comfort.
Honey beis are swarmin’ in delight.
Sparrows’sweet song the morn transport.
Summers’ day passes in tae night.
white crocheted lace stretched
tight upon mucadines' trellis...
winter's bullace grape
[Verse-1]
I watched you walk by yesterday, and yes again you turned and looked away
You never give me the time of day, and you're always looking sad and grey
A small piece of lace from your pink dress, is all that's left of you and me
Wish I could take back yesterday, when I went astray and set you free
I wish I could find the words to say, instead of making you look away
Oh! It's funny how a little piece of lace, makes me yearn for your embrace
[Verse-2]
I know that I still need your love, because my heart is always feeling blue
And I guess I'll never be the same, for playing around and being untrue
You gotta know this isn't what I wanted, cause now I'm always on my knees
But I can see how you like your freedom, of being with him and not with me
But baby a twist of fate's what tore us apart, and placed this look upon my face
Oh! it's still funny how a little piece of lace, makes me yearn for your embrace
[Chorus]
A piece of lace from your pink dress, keeps putting me down won't let me rest
And these cloudy skies are back today, holding my heart and soul at bay
I pray you come and take this lace, and wipe these tears from my face
Oh! It's funny how a little piece of lace, makes me yearn for your embrace
[Verse-3]
All those things that you used to do, is what made me fall in love with you
You gave me your all once upon a time, but like a fool I up and flew
And the things I went and said that day, made you fade and drift away
I never shoulda treated you that way, cause baby I need you here today
The sun keeps hiding behind the clouds, and all I do is sit and cry
And this piece of lace holds my heart at bay, I don't know...maybe it's a sign
[Chorus]
A piece of lace from your pink dress, keeps putting me down won't let me rest
And these cloudy skies are back today, holding my heart and soul at bay
I pray you come and take this lace, and wipe these tears from my face
Oh! It's funny how a little piece of lace, makes me yearn for your embrace
Oh! It's funny how a little piece of lace, makes me yearn for your embrace
The drinks were brought before us,
The rusty pretzels dangle,
Tonight we were exquisitely attired,
Long silk threads and spangles!
Tablecloths in toasty ecru,
Flowers floating in water,
Candle holders lending light,
Loose sparkles; no bother!
The band was playing soothingly,
Strings kissing the atmosphere,
Black and white piano keys,
Spreading music, without peer!
Without a perfect spotlight or
Other prominent disclosure,
They entered, sat, and ordered
Something fruity, perhaps ambrosia!
The splits of champagne followed,
They chatted, giggled, and pranced,
The rustle of their dresses,
Caught our attention, as they danced!
Through glints of light
When they returned,
We watched their coming in awe,
Very sure of what we’d see: So attractive!
We dropped our jaws!
As each of their dress folds fell,
Red and green satin covered by lace,
We adjusted our ties and realized,
How elegant their taste!