Best Plaid Poems

Vagabond brothers in plaid patchwork socks
Crossing the street between stripes painted yellow
Stretching the avenue half past the hour
Dodging the drunk, he’s a staggering fellow

Grabbing a smoke from the stack on the corner
Begging a match that just isn’t the same
Identical twins from a different mother
Thinking the...

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My crayon color is greenish plaid
Cause monochromatic is sad...

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I love to see a person clad
In skirt or sweater made of plaid.
A shirt or scarf works just as well;
No stripes or dots can parallel.

In Scotland, once, I went to see
A mammoth Tartan factory.
Each pattern has a special name
And certain ones have gained acclaim.

My closet...

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My dream of yesterday I'm calling
under caress of a plush plaid,
What was that? And who won? Who's falling?
Who was defeated? What is bad?

I think again, I change my thinking,
Anew I feel the sweetest pain,
Say, was it love of just a winking,
I have no word for...

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ANDREW’S PLAID 


Oh Please Oh Please, Oh is it So?
	Make him Stand, make him Grow.
To What end do They come,
	And to what end do They Go!
Looking High and Low for Your Kingdom.
Indeed looking, very High and very Low.


In Weakness and in Health
	Those Which are Poor...

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The plaid couch was well-built in 1972.
We purchased it brand new from a ritzy furniture store.
I was not fond of the plaid, but it was fairly inexpensive.
Little Plaid could tell stories about my potato chip binges.
Many of them ended up in bits under her cushions.
Her...

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Autumn came swiftly
on the heels of summer's lace
I reached for his plaid jacket
feeling the warmth embrace me
with long arms of sweet recall...

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my favorite plaid shirt 

smells of her perfume
   
letting memories saunter in

like she did to a room

now that it's all over

what else is there to do

except to wear my favorite plaid shirt

that smells of her perfume...

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My mother had three magazines coming monthly in the sixties.
Women’s Day, Redbook and Ladies Home Journal.
American Girl Magazine made its debut, and she bought if for us.
My twin and I.
I remember thinking “who dresses like this?”
With the first edition.
By the third month I had to...

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His silence
outlines 
His beauty

As does
His 
shy 
demeanor

A small tug
of His
faded
plaid shirt
sends me
into
blind 
ecstasy

Mutual acquaintances
have
brought US
together

But not nearly
as together
as
I’d
like

Waist; Body;
Beauty; Smile

A shy smile
with His
eyes down

Bliss

He gives me
a loud peace

Heart, 
jumping
in my throat

Will this 
ever be?

Leaving him
Irks me
Twists me
Burns me

But I must

Unaware
He is
of 
my
lust 
for
Him

Pushing me
into the...

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Old red plaid shirt blew off the line with ease.
One July day with a gentle breeze,
Farmer’s wife came out to peek into old deep freeze.
She was now standing in meat up to her knees.

Old farmer came out and asked with “please”…
Can you find my shirt...

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With days so bland, I must find color where I can

Panoramic Plaid Underscores Sunrise

grinds dark and fine, aroma transcending
tranquil skies a smoky gray ~
the saffron and blue grass

1/29/2020...

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plaid announces self
variety of colors
speaks rather clearly

in children’s jumpers
or fanciest Scottish kilt
keen stability


plaid fosters feelings
upon arrival
saying blue collar

working mans fodder
powerful in every way
plaid picks up a rake

plaid is confident
marching in pleats and jackets
generational...

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rainbow idea
we need prisms in prison
uplifting inmates

plaid idea
We need design on shirts
even on Fox News women

paisley idea
We need to bring back the joy of the sixties
But leave the Viet Nam War behind...

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He dreams in electric themes
draping around the armchairs
he wheezes  down time

Across feral fields his eyes skims
the scenery
His shadow silhouetted by the evening sun
aware of the amolaly
recalling a spectral  youth...

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