Best Monogrammed Poems

Grandmother's linen
Brief look into bygone day
Antique memories
Soft monogrammed sheets with lace
Carefully laundered....

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Covered bridge sheltering frothy lagoon
Woven tapestry gilding each silted dune
Garnished threads over polished diadem doth croon
Fabricated ensemble breaching pristine medley, emitting swaggering tune 
A treasured grove; each branch artfully hewn
A regal polish smoothly layered on a well-crafted spoon
   
Scented laces nestling in furrowed moon
Binding corset ballasting each...

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This year my wife bought us personalised gifts
In order to heal little family rifts
Her sister was flattered and gave her a hug
When she found her face on a bone china mug
Her Dad kissed her cheek, wrapped his arm round her waist
In thanks for the monogrammed...

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I could write a poem of all the headlines, 
most influential people, and important events of the decade,
but instead, I’ll share with you some of my memories…
my first memories (when the decade ended, I was seven).
I remember our mustard yellow and avocado green furniture, 
watching...

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your monogrammed towel
still hangs on the bathroom rack
missing your strong hands 
     now dry as an old stamp pad
     it no longer weeps your loss...

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They poison the sheep,
Believing wolves can’t die.

Death is indiscriminate!

They can’t see it,
Their new genesis,
Feeding on the withered bodies
Of bleating sheep,
Engendered in the putrid froth,
Dripping from the wolf’s jowls.

Their eyes are dilated egos,
Glazed-over with impotent apathy,
Empty as a cloudless sky,
One obscure horizon,
Melting like dirty ice,
Into the...

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Because this here is your passing 
out parade doth your cap and gown

This here I don't know if you if you are 
aware or know it yet

But also the end of what was once
your student life I hope you kissed
it a fond farewell and goodbye

As...

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They come down on strings, he says.
In a voice like worn, cracked leather he says
"Parachute silk, that's what they're on.
See, they chase the patterns" and he laughs,
like I didn't get the joke, but the punchline is weak.
His hand is in his pocket, he shakes the...

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“A body can’t do everything,” frets Grandma.  
Hannah instantly joins kinswoman, laying
monogrammed napkins, opening peas quickly.
Reluctantlyly stopping, turns unto visitors.
“Who xrates young zucchini?”

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R ashly  he didn’t stop
A t the railroad crossing
I  t is known that he was seen
L ots of liquor tossing.
R...

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By the sour lemon light
through dusty shafts
and cavernous gulfs of darkness for miles,
she crouched.
Examining the find 
with a paintbrush, not for painting,
but for delicately brushing away debris.
A find such as this coiled shivers 
'round her metal spine.
Shivers of the magnitude of discovery.
Shivers filled with memories...

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© 2012 (Jim Sularz)

A stitch, a knot, a sudden tear,
some missing counts along the folds. 
Her cloth was sewn in Life's fine linen, 
and bordered, in marygolds.

Still monogrammed, but mostly worn,
in bold initials, RHS. 
With mauve tear-dropped appliqués, 
in the center, two silhouettes. 

For naked...

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Sparkling black eyes aglow with love's ember
Appending lashes; swabbed cinders caressing
Sleek dark hair rippling waves of splendor
Blue, silk ribbon her coiffed crown dressing
Ashen, pale face from decorous rim recessing
Elegant, powdered neck; regal grace extended
Carefully preened bosom; each, fertile fold cresting
Slender, undulating hips; each, sensuous move...

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My "FAKE" Genealogical Knighthood

Unbeknownst to me if royal
gilded crests comprised
my rusty dust caked coat of arms
hence, I take liberty successfully farms
productive crop to contrive fictitious
Medieval Age forebears
with favorable charms
strong agile hands

hurling crude accouterments
centuries prior to invention of firearms,
which weapons (of mass sieve construction)
privy to proto...

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I went fishing with my brother Ron, and a bloke named Tommy Grace.
We had camped along the Tarago where we could fish on Harvey's place.
Ron brought along his rabbit traps; he don't like fishing much you see,
and kept 'yapping' all the time about a flamin'...

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Thru deliberate seductive
liaisons, ploys, and underhanded gambits,
I tendered illicit, explicit and complicit shenanigans
blatant actions to foment coital adulteration.

Ofttime these discrete liaisons found me removing 
linkedin metallic keepsake symbolizing union.

Years elapsed since this spouse pledged his troth,
he sported husbandly marital vows courtesy
monogrammed nondescript ring.

Impossible mission prevails...

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