Best Pleats Poems

Her trembling twilight 
dims with streaking purple tears
bruised by youthful years of bleeding pain
hurting but never hugged --
locked in the arms of atmosphere’s apathy
that smeared with fiendish fingers
a contusing plum palette
across any hope in her godforsaken horizon ~

this sorrowful songbird 
who sings with the shattered...

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Stood I there, that last day,
On an iron bridge...
An aqueduct by design,
Where, looking dreamily out over
The Ernes Lower Lough,
My compressed shadow 
Momentarily paused -
To contently recline:
Amidst coy Junes radiant beams 
of sweet benign!
All was stilled, all was hushed,
Save vast reed beds sided by the
Shallow hills...

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It could have been a beautiful memory to write down

Walking hand in hand with mama

My long brown french pleats  bouncing in the wind 

My new red plastic boots ready to be shown.


Reaching high upon my tiptoes ...

I swung  the large french brass knob...

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Rambling Indiangrass long, 
skirt pleats hide shy pale knees, 
untied hair flies flirty breeze - 
asters in basket throng 

with purity of wild white 
in wicker natural, 
petals pressing tactual 
absorbed in beauty quite 

spectacular. With my hand 
I brush the sways of gold, 
towheaded...

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Oh how this bodice is dressed in taffeta,
Lined with hundreds of lavender pleats
Spiraling, drooping, whirling
All over my voluptuous contour …
Bare these limbs grinding on soft moss
To tap among rustled displays
From many a lovers’ heat to children’s romp.

I gaze at my long tresses hung by threads
Of...

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Upon the waters waiting still,, a scudding duck decends.!

Dragonflies hover over blossoms and leeches deep,
Geese shake their heads, as they are passing the fronded willows, in verdant pleats
Hissy hiss is all they say,with their blatant contempt for the lush summers day!
The ganders enjoying their swaggering...

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Blinds were drawn,
 slid closed.
So she folded herself,
 collapsed
In familiar retreat,
Along similar lines
 going weak
Giving in again
 to movement
Of leg's levers pulling
 thighs to belly
Drawing in again
 her arms
Creased at elbows,
 touching ribs
Paperthin-skinned
 flightless wings
Hands neat wrapped
 round knees
Neck dropping
 head to rest
Chin to chest,
...

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Back when girlish daydreams rode the ether like coal-glowy-clouds
featly feet kept a beat in spring grass as I flounced with Romany wind
breezy-gypsy-lips brushed my cheek as I whirled in his arms
‘til I fell over on pillows of clover…  white fields did pillow my dreams
as...

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I stared into the mirror today.
I saw you -
a needled zealot
hovering around my left shoulder;
Adolph Hitler dressed in 
opium-perfumed swatches.

You smelled like her.
You acted like him.
You looked like me.
Swastika tall and evenly abhorrent.
Syringe-insured yet,
never sharp enough to 
successfully stab 
outside the 50-point cork.

You slithered like...

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I am empty of empathy
come sympathise with me
Cue the violins,
or just fiddle
like a bad-tempered Roman

Offer me hope:
bring flamboyant symbols,
cheap gold pendants with wings
Maybe a big gaudy 
unflappable albatross
nothing too flash,
mind you!

Take my hand,
lead me towards the edge
it’s time to fledge
Sidle me onward,
watch as I waver

Try...

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perfectly-placed pleats
admirable rear
other interests
wandering eyes hurt
understandably
potential problems


THIRD PLACE WINNER
Written 3/26/2021
(Inspired by Picture #3)
For "Tableau 2" Contest 
Sponsored by Joseph May
Composed using PS "Syllable Counter"...

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“Pictures could not be accessories to the story – evidence – they had to contain the story within the frame; the best picture contained a whole war within one frame”. Tatjana Soli, The Lotus Eaters

“There is a widespread belief – one with no historical or...

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Blue diaphane, tobacco smoke
 Serpentine on wet film and wood glaze,
 Mutes chrome, wreathes velvet drapes, 
Dims the cave of mirrors. 
Ghost fingers
 Comb seaweed hair, stroke acquamarine veins
 Of marooned mariners, captives 
Of Circe's sultry notes.
 The barman
 Dispenses igneous potions ? 
Somnabulist, the...

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Today I woke same predictment,
                                       Feeling alienated...

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My life is full of ups and downs
Some much more fun than others
But I’d say the ones I like the most
Happen underneath the covers

I like looking sharp 
My pants ironed with pleats
But in birthday suits I prefer to be
Entangled beneath the sheets

I get exercise in...

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