Best Scarfs Poems
In Ordinary Cups
The blades of winter grind into the ice
like blood on a bitten lip
two lovers spin and twirl
The days pass from teacup to teacup
in the peaceful silence of a solitary nest.
From gentle easy sunrise through sheer white
to the subtle fall of accordion night.
The echoes of childish laughter tremble
across the cracked surface of plaster walls.
Random squeaks in oaken floors return
the footfall of father, coming and going.
Long lost cat's paw prints impress carpet
dragons from Shanghai with ghostly ease,
and every loved and loving one returns
in peace, to rest beneath the tapping fingertips
upon a porcelain cup of tea from China.
11/9/10
Re-formed for Roy the Verse BELOW
The Teetotaler
The blades of winter grind into the ice, flirting
with the rosy cheek of puppy love, snow-crusted mittens
cling, like chapped skin on bitten lips; scarfs twirl; they spin.
As steam rises from the cup, reminisce, the first kiss,
across swamp-grass hummocks, rotten ice, lace tripping
with the rosy cheek of puppy love; snow crusted mittens
cling. Black hair, fair skin, Irish-eyed, he cajoles a grin.
In the steam, not the leaves, she remembers him
across swamp-grass hummocks, rotten ice, lace tripping;
they spin. Assam seeps in porcelain, another cup
she pours. In an empty nest the cup clinks saucer,
in the steam, not the leaves, she remembers him.
From sunrise through fall of white, she sees the mist
falling accordion-like into chinks of memory.
She pours. In an empty nest, the cup clinks saucer.
The recollections of youthful laughter cut, tremble,
across the cracked surfaces of her mind's walls
falling accordion-like into chinks of memory.
Random squeaks in the oaken floors recall returns,
these images mist swirl from the tea-of family,
across the cracked surfaces of her mind's walls.
A long lost cat walks shrouded through silent the scene
in peace, they rest beneath her tapping fingertips
these images mist-swirl from the tea-of family,
Every loved and loving one returns mist-born
within a porcelain cup of tea from China;
in peace, they rest beneath her tapping fingertips.
3/21/15
When you were born...
a gift you received.
Invisible knitting needles...
can you believe?
The yarn started out white,
then you added the the colors...
depending what happened
as you reacted to others.
You are the creator of your own scarfs design,
It's based on life's lessons...
let's keep that in mind.
The longer the scarf...
the warmer you feel,
as the cold winds of defeat...
are right on your heels.
The negative remarks that get you to question,
your value in life...
may I offer a suggestion?
Start knitting yourself in the opposite direction,
just ask God for help and his loving protection.
Good thoughts of self will make your scarf grow.
At the end of your life...
the results they will show.
With each negative belief...
your scarf will start to unravel.
One can not go back...
for there is no time travel.
You are the knitter...
so It's all up to you...
believe in yourself...
and to yourself always be true.
P.R.Deremer
Red, yellow, brown and green
All colours will be seen
Love this time of year ~ fill your cup
Hot chocolate, hats , scarfs gloves cosy up
Log fires lite in gardens brings dazzled light
As days get shorter ~ blazing sight
Kicking leaves, roasting chestnuts magic in the air
looking at your pictures
you always knew to smile
with my silent moment
i'll think of you a while
and try not to let those memories
become a tearfull reunion
but savor the precious moments
and have a delightful communion
sometimes i think about
your fingers and your toes
and looking at your picture
i remember your pretty crooked nose
the way you did your hair
when you got dressed up
the scarfs, the ribbons, earrings
and other pretty stuff
i can see your picture
and i even have a recording
of your voice
but i'd rather have you
if i ever had the choice
looking at you picture
and remembering your voice
i'd much rather have you
if i ever had the choice
I want to-
get rid of christmas materialism
sick of it and hate it
so I have ideas
for an alternative festive season
(not saying I do not respect the religious day)
lets change it revise it make it new
we all like gifts but
how about we don't buy new
but do a thing exchange instead
bring things you no longer want
and exchange them for other things
other things people brought to exchange
lets each bring christmas baskets to give
the poor a basket each made
filled with homemade things like cookies
jam or second hand things like
warm socks, mittens, hats and scarfs
(well because I am in Canada)
just use some imagination . . .
we will take a walk and give them out later
how about decorating
all together as a group the tree
with lights and balls and sparkling tinsel
have you heard some people are hanging
their tree from the ceiling
(make sure you have the proper hook)
but I think I will go traditional there
and don't stop
there is a whole room house to go . . . .
have each write down a christmas memory
and each share it with the group aloud
have a nice meal a pot luck
and call it "The Save A Turkey Meal"
ask each person to bring a non-traditional
christmas dish I am so sick of the traditional
lets change it revise it make it new
have a christmas song sing-a-long
there are some great songs non religious
have a competition
well those are-
my ideas so far for my alternative christmas
I am sure I will think of more
before the 25th
and talking about the 25th
why not have it on another day . . . .
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November 25, 2017
Poetry/Free Verse/A Different Christmas
Copyright Protected, ID 17-9660-99-0
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym
Ah, Spring my soul you do delight
and smells of the fresh greenery
with the tranquil sounds of the night.
No more does winter's cold us bite
making folks tug scarfs and scurry
Ah, Spring my soul you do delight.
The silvery moon shines so bright
setting alight the scenery
with the tranquil sounds of night.
Life reaffirms with buds so tight
and chicks with down so feathery
Ah, Spring my soul you do delight.
Flowers a most colourful sight
tumbling down the rockery
with the tranquil sounds of night.
Lambs frolicking with great delight
as magpies screech with mockery.
Ah, Spring my soul you do delight
with the tranquil sounds of night.
Let's Hear It
Growing up a teen in the 60s
A Baby boomer baby I'm known
High school was like stepping into another world
Of fun sports to join, watch, and stir
Class spirit Homecoming football games
Proms with the big white mums glittering on chiffon dresses
Basketball, volleyball, track, and cheerleading
With pompoms in my hands, loud cheers, and chants
Summer swimming, surfing, and lying out on the beach
Getting that golden amber tan was always fun
Miniskirts, tight sweaters, scarfs, and boots
Sock hops parties, and vinyl records,
Bowling, and parking at the drive in theater
College turned things around
I looked at life different
Studying and working to fund my hobbies
My passion became my job a business that I dearly love
2/5/2016
She chose a red scarf. The most red
of them all.
Of a dark red, a sweet and thick red color,
just as wine.
She carved from the red scarf
from the middle
to the size of a Martini glass.
Then she carved one more glass,
and she kept carving
till she fell asleep.
Yesterday
she saw her Beloved Moth
flirting with a Younger Moth,
carving together from a sweater
while she was getting busy,
carving in the shelves.
The Unhappy Moth drank lots of wine
woolen wine,
last night.
She drank lots, too much
for a Moth.
The Unhappy Moth got drunk
and fell asleep
on the red scarf,
unhidden
with a heart filled with peace.
She was not afraid no more.
Now she could be seen easily,
laying on the scarf
and easily crushed.
The Unhappy Moth was not
afraid of death no more,
at least, now she knew
how wonderful the red scarfs are
and that they taste
like red wine.
Autumn's Arrival
Leaves radiate vivid colors beautifying elms mesmerizing dubious eyes
Seized out of wooden closets woolen sweaters and scarfs would suffice
Warm breezes bade goodbye to an impending avalanche of glacial chill
Nights endure longer as stars paint panoramic scenes in silken vermeil
Stoking tinder in campfires country bumpkins imbibe whiskey and rum
Driver sporting Victorian gear embark on a horse and buggy tryout run
City dwellers undermine tourists upending stores plowing for a bargain
Autumn awaiting raindrops summon the skies to rain upon a mountain
01/17/2018
12:21 A.M.
West Palm Beach
Florida
( COLD WINTER WINDS )
The wind is chilly, it blows snow in your face.
Grab onto your loved one, and tightly embrace.
The drifts are deep, the snow piles near the fence.
Its hard for you to walk, mother nature`s suspense.
Blizzard warning is coming, make sure you get wood.
The visibility is bad, you would hurry if you could.
Cars end up in ditches, they slide of the street.
The snow is measuring up, and its more than 2 feet.
The wind chill is freezing, you get frost bite on your toes.
Your eyes got icicles on them, and theres red on your nose.
Scarfs and mittens are worn, a thick coat is the style.
Your yearning for heat, but its going to be a long while.
Winters tight grip has wings, the angels are building a fire.
Your to tired to shovel snow, so you put up a sign for hire.
5 months of the nasty weather, the devils up to his sins.
Hunker down by the fireplace, in the cold winter winds.
A joy filled Christmas so devine
skipping on the snow and seeing
the red, robust berries on the emerald
green vines.
Caroling and laughter is in the air and
hope, and faith is shared with care.
No other Season can compare.
Everyone is wrapped in hats, scarfs and
gloves. Colorful stockings are filled with
gifts and with love.
The smell of spruce lingers everywhere and
in town center sits Santa, in his massive,
welcoming chair.
Lights are twinkling as bright as the stars
everyone is walking hand in hand.
Nowhere is there a moving car for tonight
the town has become Christmas land.
Sweet and so special is this time of year
when family and friends are so near and dear.
I have 3 cats,
2 girls and 1 boy.
Sometimes when
I am bored I gather
them all up than it's
time to play dress up.
I dress them in lace
scarfs, ties and bows.
For awhile they all
play along until I go
to dress my man Louie
in a pink lace dress.
He looks at me and
Meows alright already.
The girls I dress in purple
pinks and lace I put them
on over their heads they
look so cute.
When everyone has had
enough dress up for the
day Della bats at me and
Lilly meows, hisses and
runs away to hide.
Autumn has a big brother
His name is winter
A crisp cold wind is blowing and whistling
Ice, sleeting, cold rain, and snow…oh yeah its freezing
Days are shorter and nights are longer
The bright colored autumn leaves have disappeared
Jack Frost is here to bring havoc and fear
He’s never unforgiven or apologetic
Gloves, hats, scarfs, and boots….its winter yeah we get it
Green grass turns to cold white
I need my thermals and blankets for those frigid nights
Coughing, sneezing, nose blowing, and chapped lips
The cause and effect when temperatures dip
Snow falls to the unseen ground
Landing very gently there isn’t any sound
Everyone hears the carolers singing “Silent Night”
Who doesn’t love hot coco nights, and the snowball fights
This brings back the memories of the holidays and all the things I did
That’s why I love winter when I was a kid
Blest with garments of varied hues and shades’ assortment
I practice an organized monthly color-scheme adornment…
January is greeted with vibrant green’s life-oozing zest
along moss, emerald and mint scarfs’ accenting best.
With blue motif of azure or cerulean in February
cyan-printed dresses match aquamarine-look accessory.
Pink for March as well as old rose and fuchsia of no doubt
makes watermelon lace with pomelo ribbon stand out.
April shimmers in yellow, gold and sunshine glow
showing skirts of mustard, canary with lemon flow.
May has cream and beige for modest apparel bliss
as blouses are pleased with flax and vanilla emphasis.
June delights in violet midst lavender and lilac beauty
allowing use of purple and magenta bags, surely pretty.
Cheering July onlookers are different black-speckled masks
parading shoes, leather or so-called ebony in mobile tasks.
This August* presents belts of bronze, cinnamon and brown
while wearing coffee or chocolate shawl without frown.
Orange awaits September with tangerine or amber trends
preparing handkerchiefs of carrot, squash and yam blends.
For October that highlights charcoal, ash, and gray
ready to be added is silver to my faith-anchored fashion-array.
November features raiment** that’s white or off-white
together with pearl, ivory and cotton polka dots on sight.
In December is red, alongside scarlet or maroon’s joyousness
with crimson and ruby attire, thanking God for His bountifulness.
*Next year will be another color-schedule.
**Revelation 3:5 He that overcometh, the same shall be clothed in white raiment; and I will not blot out his name out of the book of life, but I will confess his name before my Father, and before his angels.
August 21, 2021
7th place, "Kaleidoscope" Poetry Writing Premier Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke; judged on 8/23/2021.
Yesterday, the snow fell, laced lazily
all across the frozen field; grace fell down.
My heart raced, apace in a minor key
troubles fled erased from me, was my frown.
Seemed semblances filled my life-weary head
so God's beauty nudged my heart-weary soul;
far off, hills became instilled white purebred
away from mad machines joy milled bold.
Now, black is white, fresh and new, clean and pure
it takes a hold of blight and sings ... out;
looks at frowns ignite, giggles light, demure.
As, the day brites sledders scream "Watch out!"
Though winter's gray days we'll recall this sight.
They're our days, our nights, dressed in Winter white.
Here we dawdle, coats, scarfs and boots in Winter white.
to freeze as frames of memory, joy's root in Winter white.
Stay with me, dream awhile, we could build an igloo?
Oh, won't you make snow angels, beauts, in Winter white.
I could put snow down your coat, toss a ball or two
believe me, " I could, I could catch YOU toots in Winter white!"
In frozen splendor, we will still, "Isn't he so cute!"
Yesterday is forever captured now SHOOT! in Winter white.
Sonnet with a Ghazal Chaser ;)
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dedicated to Chan [nuff rhyme for you hon?]