Best Plaid Poems

Tradition and dress
A nations finesse
Symbolic in style
By a country mile
 
The drone of the pipes
Tartan clad
Bonnie on the girls
Proud on the lads
 
Highland dancers
In kilted...

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I am standing outside my bedroom, on the precipice of lost innocence.
Wide eyed, and barefoot on cold hardwood.
Someone is hammering on our front door.
My father,...

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What color are you?
You! You! You! You! You! You! I could do this all day. Smirk.
I am not talking about hair color, eye color, or...

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I love your heathered highlands,
steep cliffs and rugged islands,
hedges and gardens under
rainclouds of grey.
Old steeples rise above
those small rural towns I love;
your hillsides of sunny...

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Grandpa

a kind face
 
skin leathery and creased from years of working in the sun
 
long jowls like a basset hounds
 
sad droplet eyes
 
always a...

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Dawn Greets the Poet

            It's cold today and my fresh cup
   ...

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He walked into my office, business in hand,
In denim baggy overalls, a plaid shirt, white painters cap, 
and grandpa's old white leather orthopedic shoes.
If I...

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Upon the ground

(To be sung to the tune of “As Time Goes By” from the movie “Casablanca”) 

In this October mist
I know you must insist
The...

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I've heard rumors of unicorns
Seen only by the faithful sworn
Rising in glories you foretold
From valleys where oceans are born

You spoke of passages in gold
To take,...

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My favorite song that I chose was "Cat's in the Cradle". 
By Harry Chapmin. I hope you enjoy my flight of imagination. 
See link to...

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The Coming of Fall 

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Crape myrtle highlights
in chartreuse diversions,
oak tree decisions along brittle stem
Maple leaf push pins and ash scented postcards
Autumn approaches, its fingers to...

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"Hurry!"
"Hurry, you've gotta see this!"
She yelled at me from a hundred yards down the beach ...
So I ran, barefooted, as fast as I could to...

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I stare at my baby’s perfect bald head,
Watching her chest rise and fall,
Her precious lips poised for her next feeding.
I wonder if this is my...

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pull the cloth from your eyes
look no further
gently turn your attention
towards its plaid patterns
its glimmering splendor
dwarfed by the dawn of day...

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The Fifties were really and truly not all that square
Though that dullard Dwight D. sat in the Executive Chair
And his frumpy wife Mamie had really...

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