Best Mittens Poems
Fog came early to Nebraska,
and slender churches became hidden.
Pastors came out of them with scarves,
their children tight-dressed
and with white mittens.
Cars moved slowly,
dipped beams constant; the radio turned on.
The fog came early - unawares.
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4/23/2015
Featured poem of the week
commencing 3/10/2019
Gloves don't fit my hand,
But mittens, they do,
In growing demand
Are mittens in blue,
Fingers must keep warm
In winter's cold freeze,
Or I'll come to harm,
And begin to sneeze,
Gloves are cumbersome,
They take time to wear,
And out they won't come,
When I need hands bare,
While gloves are a pest
And in fashion, old,
Blue mittens are best
For my fingers cold.
6th January 2023
For John Lawless' "Of what use are gloves to fingers that only understand mittens" Contest
Can a master potter make fashionable pots?
Can a carpenter carve any unique design?
Could Yayoi Kusama, the princess of polka dots,
Make art-works, with mittens on, amazingly fine...?
Fingers should be free, as one with the mind and heart.
Both physique and psyche should be in hand and glove.
No master craftsman could ever produce an art,
Tied within mitten, though gifts given from above...!
Mittens block babies' growth, neonatologists say,
Moving fingers freely is a child's inborn need.
Fingers ever in mittens soon their prices pay,
Like lovebirds caged that finally for freedom plead...!
Yet, do kittens that delight in masters’ fresh cheese,
Please to freeze, sneeze, and breathe to cease in the cold breeze...???
Mittens and Madness
If it gets any “hotter”
I’m gonna freeze my ass off.!!!
Minus ten degrees,
wind chill factor minus 35 degrees,
my freakin’ carbon footprint is iced over,
I’m wearing a hat……..in the freakin’ house.
It’s all “settled” science.
Kinda like that dispute in fourth grade
was “settled”…..I had a black eye,
a bloody nose, and a torn shirt.
The eye healed, the bleeding stopped,
the shirt got mended,
but I never forgot
the heat of that moment,
the chill of the resolution.
WE…..WE….had to write
five hundred times
“I must not fight in school”.
Dammit, it was his fault.
He took my hat, my mittens,
said it wasn’t that cold out,
only sissies wore mittens.
I felt more like writing
“I must not get my ass kicked in school”.
I never wore mittens again.
If it gets any “colder”
I may have to go buy a pair of mittens
and go kick his ass.
John G. Lawless
2/14/2016
I love my pretty colored mittens, as soft as new kittens. Grandma's loving knitted fur, keeps my little hands warm in the cold snow~brr. Each hand as one, so I can have more fun.
My colorful gloves, are part of the ones made for Grandma's loves. Each glove has a warm finger, they will take their place and linger. Every finger will have a fur wrapping, none will be overlapping.
Date Written:12/19/2022
La la la, la-la-la, laaa-la!
La la la, la-la-la, laaa-la!
SO THE KITTY SAID TO ME,
MEOW MEEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW.
SHE SAID TIME TO FEED ME,
MEOOOWWWWOOOO.
MEOW MEOOWWW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW,
LIKE THAT OF A BANSHEE.
MEOW MEOOWWW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW,
SHE CALLS OUT TO ME.
MEOW MEOOWWW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW,
SCRATCHING AT THE DOOR.
MEOW MEOOWWW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW,
SHE DEMANDS FOR MORE.
UPON THE WINDOW SILL,
MEOW MEEOW MEOW MEEOW MEEOW!
SHE SAID CHASE ME STILL,
MEOOOWWWWOOOO, WILD AND PROUD.
here kitty kitty kitty
pretty pretty princess
here kitty kitty kitty
pretty pretty princess
(kitty)
Laaaaa, la-la-laaaa, laaaa laaa!
Wooohhh-laaa, laaa-la-laaaa!
MEOW MEOOWWW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW,
SCRATCHING AT THE DOOR.
MEOW MEOOWWW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW,
SHE DEMANDS FOR MORE.
MEOW MEOOWWW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW,
THE KITTY QUEEN OF NIGHT.
MEOW MEOOWWW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW,
HER VOICE A BANSHEE’S CRY.
Laaaaa, la-la-laaaa, laaaa laaa!
Wooohhh-laaa, laaa-la-laaaa!
Armed by protective sensibility
I offer my warming security
Around loving protective certainty
Insured with comfortable serenity.
I’m your mittens, full of vibrant beauty
Ready to fulfill my granted duty
Prepared by orphanage authority
To guard kids from infectious germs so dirty.
I serve as your gloves of identity
With embroidered names, daintily pretty
Assuring compassion*’s tenacity
Marked by kindness midst gentle purity.
*Lamentations 3:22 It is the LORD'S mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not.
Personification in monorhyme
January 19, 2023
Honorable Mention, "UPTO YOU" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian; judged on 2/10/2023.
Soft and pink little mittens
on a hands of an angel,
reminds me of a delightful feeling
when I gave life last December.
Four pairs of little mittens,
made my life a worth to remember.
The 3 Little Kittens who lost their mittens
I hope you don't believe that stuff
They only told you part of the story
But they just didn't tell you enough
You see, those 3 kittens were on parole
For knocking over a catnip store
They already had plenty at home
But those greedy cats wanted more
Those mittens were to hide their paw prints
So they couldn't be identified
They told their mom they wanted to play
But the kittens just plain out lied
They'd heard about a shipment of catnip
That was coming in that same day
The mittens was to make for certain
They didn't leave behind DNA
The Mama cat knew something was up
When the kittens began to whisper
She thought, "If they won't tell me their secret
Then maybe they'll tell their sister"
She called out for her daughter
To try to find out the truth
The sister cat was an honest cat
I think we're gonna call her Ruth
Anyway, Ruth started prying for answers
Til she got them kittens to confess
She told her mama what the secret was
And the mama cat done the rest
She found those 3 kitten's mittens
And she tossed them in the fire
That's what happened to the 3 kitten's mittens
So please don't call me a liar
Christmas Pets-- Mittens the Kitten Cat that's Her Gold Ornament
As I watch Mittens the Cat
She meows at me
And if she could talk
This is what she snared..
" Meow...Oh, I’m calico kitten with the golden
Ball, Shiny and golden I’ve chosen.
"Don’t squeeze it to hard"
" Golden yellow does shine,
meow, kitten guess it’s all thine"
Now glitter, glitters kitten’s paws
Watch out for glitter scramble
"Meow, My golden glitter ball
Be mine now see
This ain’t goin back on the xmas tree"
I got this.................
this is the story of my Christmas pet.....
“Meow”
12/19/18
Christmas Pets - Writing Challenge December 2018 - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Dear Heart
~Contest Winner Medal 1~
I will never give up my warm mittens-
for those stiff and so awkward gloves,
for mittens are warm like kittens.
I will never ... give up my warm mittens!
Oh, gloves I will not be missin'
for any kind are not my loves.
I will never give up my 'warm' mittens,
for those stiff and ... so awkward gloves!
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December 31, 2022
Poetry/Triolet/I Love My Mittens
Copyright Protected, ID 12-1513-507-31
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Of what use are gloves
to fingers that only understand mittens
sponsor, John Lawless, Judged 01/24/2023
Ninth Place
Mittens or Gloves
Nothing much has ere been written
About the virtues of the mitten
Knit or fabric, long or wide
Made to tuck your hands inside
Warm and toasty I am told
For when as one they all do fold
Tucked together with each other
Lined up one after another
But then of course there is the glove
The shape and form so many love
Made so that they can encase
Each single digit in its space
The issue that remains is whether
They're warmer alone or when together
glove - a covering for the hand having separate sections for each of the fingers and the thumb and often extending part way up the arm
mitten - a covering for the hand and wrist having a separate section for the thumb only
SMITTEN WITH MITTENS
Kittens are smitten with their mittens, while their mom uses white gloves.
Meowing, they’re lost…they’re dirty; mom’s clean as snowy doves,
except when they are used to find leftover dust, her special pair -
not that the naughty dinnerless kittens, with mittens, care.
Snowballs, mostly caked with dirt, sticks and stones, they roll
between their grubby-pawed mittens easy to pat with fingerless palms.
One of the pair, of course, got rolled and tossed - no food in his bowl.
He knows the fate that awaits, when mom drops her bombs.
Mom buys the four gloves. Now they’re fingers are separated.
They panic, with teeth, they chew and pull, then fill each one
with snow and use them to throw, but they’re cold and frustrated.
They meow for dinner, meow for mittens - naughty every single one.
Mom takes pity, warms each pair of hands, feeds them gold.
Their stomachs ache from so much grub…she loves them so.
After all, she really is most understanding and caring, all told.
She pulls out her master card, buys mittens - they play in the snow.
1/17/2023
Contest: Of what use are gloves to fingers
that only understand mittens Poetry Contest
Sponsor: John Lawless
My children and their mittens they lose them all the time
They can't keep ahold of them no matter what they do
They put them in their pockets and they fall out
They put them on their dresser and they forget them
They put them in their closet and they can't find them
My children and their mittens what will I do
So I decided that I would sow them in their sleeves of their coats
And my children, they never lost their mittens again
Supposing my fingers could talk
while I'm on a cold winter walk
one hand, mitten-bound
the other, gloved sound-
I bet with each other they'd balk.
With gloves, fingers need to be steered
through openings not truly geared
where digits get stuck;
yet mittens bring luck
with wide open space fully cleared!
My gloved fingers- each tucked alone
just fabric between every bone
no company there
in the frigid air
perhaps not the best comfort zone.
My fingers in mittens each smile
enjoying their warm, cozy style
each share body heat
in one place complete-
so thankful for space-versatile!
December 16, 2022
Contest: Of What Use Are Gloves To Fingers
That Only Understand Mittens?
Sponsor: John Lawless