Best Muslin Poems

POTD 9th April 2018

Synopsis -
A story of selflessness without jealousy or rancor that is often evident through the ages in all walks of life, even in modern times. 

She’s a queen who sees her lover for himself only and does not abide in the narrow...

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Tremble at this door child but do not come in yelled the Quent   
she an ogress at the end of her wits wearing muslin and flint   
was only looking for a King who could love her as she was  
When...

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All in Good Time
Sara L Russell, 28/2/14, 00:30

Given time
the inner eye of memory sees with softer reverie,
as through a muslin curtain; softly veiled and far away -
and how temptingly tranquil seem the waters of the past.

Given time
lost minutes lengthen into hours, to long-remembered days,
lost words...

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Three day's journey from Coachella to Paradise,
felt like adding beauty to my day, and you did.
Pretty painted toes peek from muslin wool socks,
all your nametag revealed: Hello, my name is...

Once looked at me wondering am I the one.
Let me spare you some disappointment, I'm a...

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It is an unseasonable March day.
My kitchen blinds are drawn against morning sun,
their slender slats like new skin protecting the body's vital organs;
eyelids before this rose-covered tablecloth as though the blooms
are the pale larvae of our future, still coiled and sleepy,
not-yet-flowers at the sill of...

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It's ugly out here and getting worse

The winters wind blows cruel harshness upon on our own humanity,
scarring with images the brutality of our most innocent
The degradation of ourselves, 
by ourselves.

Righteously wrapped in the shadowy shroud of God,
The harshest of the verdicts,
handed down,
administered as only we...

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Umbrella

When, picking up from where it left off last, 
the gales begin to  blast the good rudders, 
anchors or anything that  underpins 
a muslin day  or when,  ineluctably
caught up in the  searing frenzy  of  
earthly  pangs shaking...

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I walk through thin veils
of colored light and carefully
tread upon gleaming shards 
of precious glass -
broken and neatly scattered 
upon arctic bathroom tiles.

Each sliver reflects
a single piece of your 
perfect anatomy.
An arm, a leg, an eyeball -
a swollen horizontal speck
perceiving a soloist’s surrender 
outside a...

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We nod into gentleness like genocide
      sleep in flourishing sanity
            through elms sifting epitaphs.
Our sheen of silence on white muslin
      offers up old uncles...

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Pour milk into vats, let it sit overnight;
the cream will be rising until it’s just right
and can be skimmed off to make butter. Now warm
the milk gently up so you do it no harm.
Add whey and add rennet which makes the milk curdle,
stir gently until...

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Cascades, the silken light
As it wreathes the lonely child.
With an esoteric melody ,it entwines.

An enigmatic beauty she hides
Behind those painful eyes. 

The warm light does passionately kiss
His lover's muslin skin.
Glides on her satin hair
Mingles with tears on the face
Melts into lacerated veins 
Of the forgotten...

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I am "Black",and I do not blame all of my misfortunes on "The White Man"!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Look in "The Mirror",and realize: and see what you yourself have done to "Help or Hurt" anyone!!!!!!!!         Red,Yellow,Brown,Black,or White!!!!!!!!!!!   ...

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Women of the Word

Some wore finest linen –
 Others wore wool; 
Some wore the silk of royalty – 
 Some wore cotton, some muslin;
Some were called to great things – 
 Others walked with sorrow
Some were called to ordinary days
 All were called by God

Some...

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Xenophobia in Trump’s America

Black and brown foreigners, believes our blond superman,
Are taking our jobs, a racist approach, his Muslin ban
And support for building this xenophobic wall,
Have cost America Millions, let it fall,
Sad for a president to have more foe than fan!

My third limerick in my...

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Lonely Walk

Cold gray dawn, mist overcoat
comforting as damp muslin gauze 
shrouding the eyes of the detached and departed.

Decrepit footpath, cracked and neglected
as the mothers graves across the field
backs cracked by careless footfalls no doubt.

My own gone these many years now
the Belfast cemetery not far from...

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