Best Purses Poems
buttery yellow
cute puffy flowers splattered
with cinnamon dots
"Red Hots" eye candy are these
pocket purses on bushes!
July 2, 2017 for KIM'S COLOR SPLASH CONTEST
why
purses
decorative
proudly carried
a rite of passage
teenage women
feminine
products
hide
It's impossible to make a silk purse out of a Sow's ear
Why would we need to
I want to make things clear,
And adhere to the rules,
Only idiots and fools
Could you imagine a Sow's ear made of silk?
I cannot.
What Rot
Do elephants pack their trunks?
Or go on Holiday
No, they stay at home,
Where they like to roam
Do all birds have Pigeon Feet?
Do all carnivores eat meat?
And give Mc Donald a miss.
Do all love birds kiss?
Why are some dogs unable to bark?
And birds sing like a lark.
Others just squawk
Some parrots talk
Kangaroos jump
Camels have the hump
Possums play dead
Some creatures lay eggs
Fish can not live on land
They need the sea to survive
Babies of all species need feeding
To stay alive.
The world is full of complexities.
Understanding and perplexity
But one thing is crystal clear,
You can't make a silk purse out of a Sow's ear.
The stars are lighting up dusk’s aftermath
With a million Christmases’ twinkling light
Tiny dots to be connected in a serigraph
Covering the earth with a dome of white
To show us the Milky Way’s chalky path.
A full moon rises bursting with reflection
To illuminate the scene on a muslin scrim
Together nuanced in a perfect confection
Horizon to horizon, spilling over the rim
Meriting telescopic exploratory inspection.
Mysteries hide in these kaleidoscopic universes
Only dimly glimpsed by earth’s passersby
Golden coins in a cosmos of satin purses
Collectibles in the Creator’s successful try
Light of the heavens far beyond disburses.
FIRST PLACE WINNER
Written November 16, 2022
Submitted to "Beauty of Night" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Sotto Poet
I have a Dr. Seuss purse
It’s one of a kind
My sister made it
She says she will never make another one
Too many zippers
I carry no other purse now
Except my “I love Lucy” purse
Which she also made me
Unique appreciates unique
My garage houses sixteen hundred paintings you see.
Large cartoons on canvases, painted by me.
There are floor to wall shelves, crammed full.
My garage is alive, a living, breathing happy soul.
There are garden tools –spades, trowels, a yellow rake.
Two axes to chop trees, for nature’s overgrown sake.
In the corner is a pink frig full of crème soda too.
If they are cold and fizzy, I am never blue.
My garage houses masks, statues, and teacher’s things.
Somewhere in here are purses, one with two diamond rings.
I have not found it yet, for there is a lot of stuff to sort.
There are balls of all shapes and sizes, for every kind of sport.
There are two cars – my husband’s is sixteen-years-old.
There are garage sale signs, written in magic marker bold.
A bike, riding lawnmower, shoes, boots, and mittens too.
Material, yarn, tools, office paper, books, and hot guns full of glue
Pretty Purses Can Be Curses
Appears that pretty purses,
In many ways can be curses;
Message sent;
To be meant,
On all of the naughty nurses.
Jim Horn