Best Paisleys Poems
Some cats have paisleys, some have plaids.
Some wear neon’s, some wear angel wings.
I am Sun God Cat of Polka Dot Blind Fold.
I wear polka dots in all colors, and they sing.
You can call me Sun God Cat for Short if you want.
I am not prissy or anything, because I am not that kind of cat.
Yes, I am a female, and I am usually out for the hunt.
I do not wear clothes, feathers, or any kind of silly hat.
We can do breakfast at the café if you buy me cat nip shots.
But I refuse to meet you ever between ten and two.
Because that is when I lie in my tanning bed to freshen my dots.
And I am not willing to fade my fur for the likes of you.
Don’t take it personally, my friend, I am not trying to be mean
But I like my dots fresh and rainbow like, if I am going to be seen.
Categories:
paisleys, cat,
Form:
Rhyme
Why is this blank paper staring at me?
It’s getting annoying, so I stare back,
but the winner of this contest is already decided.
Why is it getting under my skin?
Possibly because by the 6th line of this verse
I should be 4 stanzas in with its clean white face
tattooed with erase marks, cross-strikes, carrots,
every corner crammed with hastily scribbled paisleys
While I’m still in the past, let me
brandish my pencil, my sword, my key
to awe-inspiring quatrains that would gallantly sing
over the cacophony of world that ceaselessly screams
While I’m still in the past, let me
dive into my notebook after jumping off reality,
sink to the bottom of the pool residing in my reverie
and exhale bubbles of poems from a long gone memory
While I’m still in the past, let me
pen a letter on how flowers and paisleys and haphazard poetry
can reconstruct the architecture behind crumbling synapses
belonging to the nostalgia-devoted author of this eulogy
whose last farewell to herself is a vestige of her legacy
Categories:
paisleys, anger, angst, depression, eulogy,
Form:
In the seventies we thought we were modern
Utmost chic, sassy, on the cutting edge.
With our bell bottom slacks
And our bell sleeved shirts and dresses
Perhaps we were.
Everyone had the same pattern.
It was fun to see which fabrics others would select.
Paisleys and florals were vividly popular!
The polka dotted fabrics stayed back in the fifties.
But stripes were definitely a choice.
Categories:
paisleys, fashion, nostalgia,
Form:
Free verse
"Delta dawn, what's that flower you have on?"
Daisy paisleys on my gown- hand-drawn.
& you son, in Vietnam?
Blood-red poppies on the ground- I'm dead and gone.
I'm dead and gone.
Categories:
paisleys, peace, war,
Form:
Free verse
Yellow, orange and pink were the modern colors of the late sixties.
Stripes were being worn with flowers, and paisleys were big.
Artists were daring new things never dared before in recorded history.
Helping to lead our flexible mindset into the roaring seventies.
Fashion shook the nation almost as much as the Viet Nam war.
Laugh-in rivaled Heehaw’s monopoly on the TV's silliness market.
Many of us felt lucky, being the wrong sex or too young to be drafted.
We were still watching black and white TVs, imagining the colors.
Categories:
paisleys, nostalgia,
Form:
Free verse
Angela, Andy, Amber, angels, ambience, attitudes, altitude, all-purpose flour.
Beds, breakfast, brightness, brevity, butter pecan ice cream, bald eagles.
Cali, Carolyn, Chelsea, creativity, compassion, craftiness, cleverness.
Dick, Daisy, Dwight, Deborah, dare devils, delightful deeds, designs.
Emily, Elise, enthusiasm, excitement, eggs, empathy, eagerness.
Faith, fortitude, friends, family, faeries frolicking, frying.
God, generosity of others, gladness, geese, gulps, gargoyles.
Helen, helpful heartfelt friends, hands, hearts, hearing, Heaven.
Ingenuity, imagination, idealism, individuals, illustrations, imps.
Joe, Josh, Jack, Josie, Johnny, Jerome, joyfulness, juice, jubilation.
Kindnesses, kin, kinesthetic learners, kings, ketchup, keys, karats.
Lucille, Lucy, Lou, Linda, Listening, light, likeability, love, limberness.
Molly, Max, Marianne, merrymaking, music, messes, minxes, mini-coopers.
Nests, near misses, nuts, nerds, needles, Never-never-land, nuthatch.
Ostentatiousness, Om, orange, oil, oatmeal, orange juice, organdy,
Purple, pink, plaids, paisleys, prettiness, plumes, peacocks, porcupines.
Quiet, quickening, quail, queens, qualms, quizzes, quotes,
Rita, Ruby, responsibility, respect, regards, religion, remembrances
Susie, Susan, Sophie, seriousness, sensuality, sex, sizzling steaks
Tracy, Tony, TV, Tennessee, twins, troops, twisters,
United States, understanding, umbrellas, udders,
Venus, variety, variegated yarn, vim, vigor
Weddings, wind, watermelon, wheels, wonderfulness,
X x’citement, ‘xtra niceness, ‘xaggeration for poetry
Youthful attitude, young people, yellow yaks
Zany friends, zealots, zeal, zest, zippers, zebras
Written 7-16-2020
Contest: Abcedarian
Sponsor: Beata Agustin
Categories:
paisleys, blessing,
Form:
Abecedarian
My hearts on the shelf.
I put my heart on the shelf today, without cunning array, or tears in vain.
A closet next to a furnace with wool clothing that’s not highly desirable.
The argyles, and paisleys are smiling at my heart while I go upon my day and wait for work to depart.
The silk wraps, and tulle skirts are sad and blue, they see that my heart is broken and drained. Even the rainboots are smothered in drudge. I finally decided not to hold this long grudge.
For grudges cause cancer that eats away, like a moth in a closet on a cool Spring day.
I put my heart on the shelf next to the Christmas picture of you.
No more chicken dumplings, or shredded beef stew.
Just the Nike shoes wanting to run from the drudgery gloom; yet they are stuck in the room with you.
I put my heart on the shelf today.
Categories:
paisleys, anti bullying, anxiety, divorce,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
what planet could this be for boys of ten
and then one hundred
movement felt,
looking at the hardened grain
of hands caressed
with fingers pressed against themselves
absorbing stillness’ breath
suspended in each air a pair
of warm yet liquid-frozen thoughts
captured
then released with care
youthful power to devour light
whose distance now
becomes serene
a slow suspended scene
in the moment captured
stretched like bubble gum or taffy
compressed
into the thinness of a dime
time
rolled between the fingers
ridged and perfect soft
wrapped
as cigarettes unsmoked,
moving miniature rolling pins
of skin like bread
gathered sweet
and then,
a fence to sit upon, a wall to scale
grains of surfaced roughness
where the smooth compare
the toughness of their skin
to skin a shin
upon a polished youth
with broken glass of bottles blowing
tins and rolls all gathered in
their stripes and plaids
and paisleys worn -
attempts to humanize
collateralized machine
we all want out, sometimes,
we all want in.
Categories:
paisleys, 9th grade, age, education,
Form:
Free verse
Shh! Grandma cautioned her parents. She is in dream child mode.
The paisleys and oranges and polka dots are gearing up her dendrites.
Driving her REM to the world of magic, you need to let her be.
She’s an astral traveler, her Daddy said to Grandma. Nothing will wake her up.
Her dendrites were a rocket ship, blasting toward mystical imagination.
Categories:
paisleys, dream,
Form:
Free verse
colors galore
came from her magic pen
in paisleys and plaids
kaleidoscope of prints and fashions.
she was unaware
just throwing things onto a page
not seeing the magic others saw
it was the beauty of what kept her poems honest
she flavored many reader's days
And sometimes their weeks,
without ever realizing the glory of her words,
how mystical her pen was or how talented she was
Categories:
paisleys, women, words,
Form:
Free verse
Quilted cat had a right to be puffed up and proud.
We all knew he was the prettiest cat, not a bit cowed.
With his paisleys and checks, he was subtle, not loud.
He was dapper and darling, the greatest cat in our crowd.
Categories:
paisleys, cat,
Form:
Monorhyme
Golden plush juicy olives filled with colors sea bright
from the southern border tall beautiful daisies
that remind me of my mother's floral dress of paisleys
Alpine mountains that echo my father's youthful sight
and an ocean so blue it takes my breath away,
we were married in a little church not far away
then together we sailed across the sea
Oh Beautiful Italy,
remember us, remember me.
January 5 2023
Categories:
paisleys, appreciation, inspirational,
Form:
Rhyme
Serpents, scorpions and owls
are things I can’t endure.
The contents of a bovine’s bowels,
albeit as manure,
or monks in over-shady cowls,
their faces kept obscure,
the sex-life of the larger fowls,
for me hold no allure.
Threatened badgers’ hostile growls,
an overflowing sewer,
others’ stains on bathroom towels –
repugnant, these, for sure.
A dying pig’s pathetic howls
(at least that’s one pig fewer):
Walter Matthau’s drooping jowls –
for these, there is no cure.
Margaret Thatcher’s tortured vowels
are dickish, not demure:
and Ian Paisleys, Enoch Powells
are ignominy, pure.
Categories:
paisleys, hate,
Form:
Rhyme
They both wore florals, paisleys and brocades of gold
The maiden and her horse, two kindred souls from times of old
Together since they were young, they understood each other
Are they looking more alike daily? Asked the maiden’s mother.
Categories:
paisleys, animal,
Form:
Rhyme
I have one mumu
It disappeared a week ago
The second I stopped searching
I found it
I had accidentally turned it inside out
The inside is white and dull; boring
Nothing like the outside with orange and blue paisleys
Categories:
paisleys, me,
Form:
Free verse