Best Lapels Poems

Carrying with me a
halfhearted smile for the
braver men than I.
The men holding tightly
to past perceptions,
live or die.
Suppose I whispered to 'em
what I've heard through
the metaphorical grapevines.
Suppose I lent a hand.
Would they take it as an opposition,
a criticism perhaps?
Carrying with me the burden of
a thousand dark...

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Color Coquelicot
 

Blazing Coquelicot
paints famed Flanders Field Poppies
on battle-scarred land.
Honored too on coat lapels...
war symbol of remembrance.


Sandra M. Haight


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Rules: Write a Tanka or other brief poem using an unusual color choice along with a flower, plant, or tree

Coquelicot,...

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I stood before the mirror, one last check,
a quick inspection, then head off to town,
silver kipper tie around the neck,
shirt of green, sports jacket of light brown.
Platform shoes on, I boogie down the street,
a first date to look forward to that night,
flared pants flapped in...

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With the dawning of every new day
Comes the chance for my mood to change
It's really no secret how this I do
As I don the apparel of my Ice Cream Suit

On the few days that I'm feeling bland
I take the Vanilla Bean right off of the...

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Where do we come in
					in medias res  not knowing nor caring when
doesn’t everybody pine being number one we leave behind our lives in pages  pictures  or else make for images of what we saw dreamt of as part of our lives in...

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"The Reptilian Anthropocene"



The Reptilians
war daily 
enrobed in their
stiff distinction suits
rainbow coloured badges 
pinned to their lapels
they beat their breasts 
and oily palms
profiting from all 
the soft-boiled 
foxes on the run
cerebral cortex bound
thinking they are free-willed
and free in the fields 
they are not
they are captured by
the...

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White Cliffs of Dover now sponsored in daydreams
Reading each billboard that rusts on the sky
Checking a map though it’s for the wrong city
She sends a smile to the wink of his eye

Overhead cords hang to signal a stopping
Pulled like a kite that is fighting a...

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THESE BUTTERFLY KISSES
 
I cannot tell what happened
But I heard somebody telling me:
 
“They vanished in thin air”

“My butterfly kisses are broken wings”
 
“I know no butterfly kisses”

Yes! They told me like this:

I am Petal from rosebud secondary,
I know butterfly kisses that whispers to my lapels
Drawling how irresistible...

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Its like being nicked
or narked,

Being triggered to spark! 

Being filtered out of your mixes that pair well with high speed art,

if visions of passion release your greatest remarks-
how come your *****es aren't snitches in places that are dark? 

Its because the new future has had...

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With paper blooms of vibrant red,
recalling battles and their dead.
A moment’s silence, deep in thought
of young lives taken as they fought;
of blood and innocence still shed.

From Flanders fields the poppies spread,
on black lapels they grow instead.
Remembrance, love and hope are sought
with paper blooms.

Eleven chimes; with...

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Important to note this the ACT of dawning in Spanish (know of no English equivalent)


Cape Hatteras


Joe the Moustache
   wiping the suds
& plays a black trombone while she
      (Joe has taken a player piano
and nickelodean
from his lapels)
  ...

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A Better Bridge, Or Wall



I can read the future like a book
The pages flip before I’m wise
It’s over before a second look
The ending came as no surprise
And all the love I gave, was took
Like the yarn they spun from the wool on my eyes
Hating the...

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An exaggerated style, the zoot suit
          was a statement in clothes.
      Yet it fell into ill repute,
              ...

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Wounds Into Scars
                 by Odin Roark

It takes not a wise man to know
What we resist
Will persist

So goes the healing process
Just as a tree
With its heart and initial carvings
Carries its...

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