Best Made To Order Poems
A cord had been stretched, from our hearts to the moon
across foolish years, to a life far beyond
It coiled around a chair, down the hall, past the door,
that were groomed by the light of a bright afternoon
I was floating on the sea of cold hardwood
Prone on my back, on a lavender rug
Examining the nail of my left-hand thumb
with a phone at my ear, and faith in the unknown
You had aced your exams, now we were making our plans,
only tied to a kiss, by a small ivory phone
With a ring on my finger, that would bind foolish hearts,
that were blinded by love, without worry or fear
Invitations were mailed, a church was on hold
There was a cake made to order, and a world unexplored
You were glued to my ear, I was wrapped by a thread
that tugged on my heart by a long-distance word
The light from the yard was scored by the blinds
but, there on the floor, our world was sublime
I was bound by a cord that tethered all time
To a life yet to live, but together we'd find
I was linked to your voice, by a young foolish heart
While I sailed on a sea to a lavender star
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Submitted to "My Foolish Heart" contest: Feb-2021
Sponsored by Craig Cornish
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Categories:
made to order, husband, lonely, love, marriage,
Form:
Free verse
(This a new Version created using many editing suggestions from Linda:)
I picked you up
like a “shiny” newly minted copper penny
it was your kitten fur voice
O how you would hate that...
the avocado texture of it
with which
no matter what wild wicked hour I would call you
you would answer
You shimmered like sunlight
on the forest floor of my needles of neediness
glinted off the shiny chrome and twilight blinders of my
“made to order” searcher’s soul
You were the perfect portent
with your torrents of torment
to wash clean my jet and emerald caves
Or was it you who found me?
a white gem
silent, hidden behind my poetry
sitting in a seat in that Inn
listening to the hues of blues
stenciling the deep red shards of my heart
onto the unlined pages
of a blank black journal
I wore cool light blue and soft sheet cotton
like a cloud-kissed sky
I was light as air and as deep as “a thousand leagues under the sea”
You became my heroic touchstone,
my one true thing sapphire-sparked rock of glory
I hung you around my neck
oxen yoked myself with the weight of you
I hung myself
faithfully -to “my cross to bear”
your endless denial of our love.
You were lithe…thin as a straw… tall as a poplar
white as ash and grey as coal
except for the orange hot fire in the center ring
....of your cigarette
I mistook it for the flames of our unearthly love
It was just the firmament of your eternal coolness reflecting back
the stars of my own piercing need
Yoked by my own wanton weave … I drove on blindly
mind spider webbed
the ghost of your emotion-less carcass draped around my neck
“Leave no man behind”
I know you laughed and told them
that it was just a fire pit left in a cave
by the Queens of the Stone Age -Some loud, angry band you loved
Less real to you
by far more ethereal and ever lost in time to me
than the new found “writing on the wall”
Categories:
made to order, love hurts,
Form:
Free verse
I picked you up like a “shiny”…newly minted copper penny
(How cliché)
it was your kitten fur voice (O how you would hate that)
the avocado texture
with which …no matter what wild wicked hour I would call you...
you would answer
You shimmered like sunlight on the forest floor of my needles of neediness
glinted off the shiny chrome and twilight blinders of my made to order
searing searcher’s soul
You were the perfect portent…with your torrents of torment
to wash clean my jet and emerald caves
Or was it you who found me?
White gem silent…hidden behind my poetry in a seat in that Inn
I was listening to the hues of blues
stenciling the deep red shards of my heart on the unlined pages
of a blank black journal
I wore cool light blue and soft sheet cotton…like a cloud kissed sky
I was... light as air and deep as the sea
You became my heroic touchstone…my one true thing sapphire sparked rock of glory
I hung you around my neck
I yoked myself with the weight of you
I hung myself…faithfully to my “cross to bear” -your endless denial of our love
You were lithe…thin as a straw…tall as a poplar...white as ash and grey as coal except for the orange hot fire in the center ring
…of your cigarette
I mistook it for the flames of our unearthly love
In truth...it was just the firmament of your eternal coolness reflecting back the stars
of my own piercing need
so yoked by my own wanton weave …I drove on blindly
the ghost of your emotionless carcass still draped around my neck
“Leave no man behind”
I know you laughed and told them
that it was just a fire pit left in the cave
by the Queens of the Stone Age
(Some loud angry band you loved)
less real (to you)
but far more ethereal bubble dreamy and ever lost in time (to me)
than the newly discovered “writing on the wall”
*POP*
Categories:
made to order, lost love, love hurts,
Form:
Free verse
My Sista’s not a bit like me
She’s everything I’d like to be
She’s pretty and witty, clever and kind
The very best sista you’ll ever find
Then why do I feel such gross contempt
When people pay her a compliment?
My Sista’s not a bit like me
She’s everything I’d like to be
Her body language says it all
She’s confident with one and all
So why must I stifle that bitter call
“Doesn’t pride come before a fall!"?
My Sista’s not a bit like me
She’s everything I’d like to be
At school she was a model student
Her grades had no room for improvement
Achieving A’s and B’s with ease
Compared to sister's C’S and D’s
My Sista’s not a bit like me
She’s everything I’d like to be.
A child to swell Parental pride,
Creating warmth and joy inside,
While constant cries of, "Out to play"
Convinced me I was in the way!
My Sista’s not a bit like me,
She’s everything I’d like to be;
Today I glanced into the mirror
I’m sure I look a little thinner!
I seem to be a little taller!
Oh gosh! Those curves were made to order!
Was that me or my big Sista?
No its me, a double vista,
Reflecting likeness twixt us two,
A mirror image through and through;
Weve always been alike you know,
My new grown body told me so!
Categories:
made to order, angst, childhood, family, nostalgia,
Form:
Rhyme
Memories of stolen weekdays by the water..
Oysters on the half shell and made to order..
Your hair in the sun made my heart warm and race..
My desire I couldn't hold as I slowly kiss your face..
So many all around us, but our hearts drawn close..
Conversations I can't recall because my eyes follow your lips..
As we walk to the car my arms lightly hold your hips..
For one last look as the sun beams over your shoulders..
I kiss your neck to the back of your ear and slowly whisper
as I pull you close and so near..
These moments we did not steal, much too precious for a love
we forever feel...
Categories:
made to order, lovekiss, sun,
Form:
Light Verse
It was just a "Front", that most were supposed to see
Not a stud on the place, just "mystery donkeys"
Some days they were there, then just up and disappear
Maybe this is the reason this happened to me?
But it all had to do with the "magic donkeys"
For a long time it was a secret, then it got real clear
For several days the burros would have nothing to eat
Then Sawford had pack saddles, they all got one
About sundown the donkeys were driven to the border
To a group of Mexican drug smugglers they were to meet
Pack saddles loaded with silver ingots and pot for the next sun
It was a shipment made to order
At the barn, Sawford had the troughs loaded with waiting hay
At the border the drug smugglers would turn the burros loose
Like "homing pigeons" the donkeys came at a lope
Told the law, "Well them old donkeys have gone astray"
It worked until they got his neck in a noose
And Sawford fan out of rope
The silver was melted down, Sawford had a coin stamping machine
Making silver dollars as fast as he could
And the law never figured how the burros got there
Sawford swore up and down, "Dangest thing that I have ever seen"
"Why those bugger must have winged it here on a prayer"
He went to the pen and it did him no good
All ranches have a tale to tell, so does the old 5Y
But this one never will die, and it lives to this day
And that is a shame
But this is why?
The 5Y turned out this way
And where the term, "muling drugs' got it's name
Categories:
made to order, cowboy-westernold, old, silver, drug,
Form:
Our youngest sister thinks that she’s ‘all that’ and a ‘bag of chips with dips to go’.
She’s very popular and thinks that she’s ‘made to order with a heavenly glow’.
When she gets upset, she can be uncomfortable and ‘hot as fire’.
The last of twelve, we all call her Julie, but her real name is July.
Our brother Gus seems always to be in the middle of something,
and doesn’t really know if he’s coming or going. But don’t push him, because he can be pretty hot headed sometimes. He prefers Gus, but his real name is August.
You might not like her, but I would love for you to meet my sister Jan.
Jan is the oldest of the family clan, but her real name is January.
I have always been a bit on the shy side, but there is absolutely
nothing about Jan that is shy. O, she can be nice ‘s o m e t i m e s’,
but she’s not gentle and tender like April and me. No, no, no; Jan can
be cold as ice.
O me? I’m like 40, leaving 39 behind.
I’m like the little engine who thought he could,
but kept trying until he finally did.
If I were a day of the week, I would be Wednesday getting over the hump.
I’m September, entering a season of anticipation,
with plenty of energy and things to remember.
09012016 cj PS
Categories:
made to order, brother, family, humor, september,
Form:
Personification
From somewhere the beat of drums
Steady rhythms piercing my senses
Persistently thump, thumping a bass
Thump, thump, thump, thumping
Behind unimaginably monotonous lyrics
And I longed for a crooner like Sinatra
Center stage with a single spotlight
No flashing strobes or crystal disco balls
Or pounding migraine made to order
written November 22, 2021
Puerto Vallarta, Mexico
Categories:
made to order, music, onomatopoeia, senses, song,
Form:
Free verse
L et me introduce you
to someone I'm pleased to know
she came into my life
several years ago.
O ur family gained an asset
when she was married to my son
and it didn't take her very long
till she was loved by everyone.
U tah's where their home is
for 18 years or so
I always visit every year
September's when I go.
I love to be around her
I feel just like her Dad
she always makes me feel at home
for which I'm very glad.
S he has the Patience of a Saint
of this I can attest
she taught me to solve Sudoku"s
and didn't get depressed.
E ven though I'm kinda slow
she treats me like a king
she's always at my Beck and Call
and I don't want for anything.
If Daughters-in-Law were made to order
I could turn them down with ease
cause I already got the best there is
her name - of course- LOUISE.
Categories:
made to order, family, loveme, me,
Form:
Rhyme
I adore you, curled and satisfied,
your beauty full displayed,
the swell, the fullness of your breasts
make thoughts of sadness fade.
Your lips so red and aggravated,
trembling with desire,
your form exhausted from the fire,
my manhood enervated.
Spent, the zenith of our passion
sealed and stricken with a kiss,
we lie content, the aftermath,
the pinnacle of bliss.
'Tis heav'n, the summit of our love,
enshrined in dreams so rare,
a promise made to order
with a locket of your hair.
Categories:
made to order, passion,
Form:
Verse
Millie’s mother Mabel mended macrame
Mainly Marseilles-made macrame,
Maddening moments mending machine macrame
Mostly made-to-order, mostly May macrame.
Making May mostly made-to-order macrame means
Many months modifying Malaysian macrame, mostly!
written February 2, 2022
Categories:
made to order, fun, humor, word play,
Form:
Alliteration
A European holiday, breakfast in the finest city in the world
Paris, so beautiful in the morning.
She sits with her back to the Eiffel Tower,
because this is her sixth day here,
And she is being witty and charming.
The croissants, and eggs are made to order.
Silver teapot and coffee pot old world charm.
Her handsome young man faces her, not seeing
anything on the table or the Eiffel Tower.
Her beauty takes precedence over everything else.
Categories:
made to order, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Blank verse
seemed to
have
wanted a
made to order
custom-made
tailor-made
ideal person
to be at beckon
call
an individual
who was
expected to
always
perfectly
faultlessly
flawlessly
give
emotional
feedback
randomly
at a drop of a hat
like some kind of
a physic mind reader
Categories:
made to order,
Form:
Lyric
It's a soup that's made to order never from a store
A little bouillon treat that's filled with herbs galore
Not the kind you get from packets, no not that kind !
with itty bitty chicken bits it has onions you can find.
I start with chicken base then add a clove of garlic,
turmeric and salt with a dash of home made magic.
I simmer for an hour while the veggies steam & swim,
singing in a playful voice, "a little blessed hymn".
I start with a clean counter then tuck my hair right in
wearing pinafore of white, with little ducks that swim
I stew it then I stir it, with a large wooden spoon
telling funny stories to a soup that cooks til' noon
Made with love and kindness, it really hits the spot,
I cook it just like mama did, when I was just a tot.
It's a soup that's made to order, never from a store,
this little bouillon treat is filled with herbs galore.
Enjoy !
Categories:
made to order, family, food,
Form:
Rhyme
SADDLED SIINCERITY
I have a lot of friends who talk with temerity
Some softer souls speak with sincerity
There is no need for me to see their face
And I can tell which one it is whatever the case
Is it the one that tells me she’ll do all that I need?
Or will it be the other one who does bad deed after bad deed?
The liar’s lips quiver I’ve found over my many years
And when you threaten to leave beware of the well honed teeth her from crocodile tears
Some I can tell immediately by the way they choose to speak
Other times I seek out a newborn calf so very weak
Lost from her mother while sleeping upright
Those are the kind I rob with the greatest of delight
Those naïve ladies are made to order for a wild mustang for me
Now all they’ve got to do is saddle me up and simply to mount
I’m telling you people these kind of ladies give love away virtually for free
I’m cunning but I’m also wrong because my last lover left and emptied my bank account
© 2011.….Phreepoetry ~free cee!~
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Categories:
made to order, angst, me, me,
Form:
Quatrain