Best Sheet Poems
I'M A SHEET SLITTER
I'm a sheet slitter, I slit sheets
Because I'm the best sheet slitter
That ever slit a sheet
For the contest sponsored by Nina Parmenter
Like a sheet blowing in the wind
Your hair flows gently
I feel your embrace with protection
Like the mother sparrow feeding her chick
The embrace nourishes
When the wind dies and goes where it goes
You gently tug my soul
It goes to where it's quiet and lingers
The sheet flattens
In that embrace I wait
Waiting is what matters in life
Tear drops fall
between silent lines
carrying the tune
of this weeping melody
written on my heart’s
faded sheet music
Scales cry in sharpened flats
twisting treble clef sorrows
Candelabras drip pain
on withered fingers
roaming ivory slivers bleeding
out of tune syncopation
Unheard choruses
in three quarter sadness
wasted on black and white keys
played long after
the lid was closed
on our love
Where is that sustain pedal
when you need it?
~~
dappled is the room
the only sound soft whispers . . .
. . . satin sheet on floor
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February 24, 2015
Poetry/Senryu/satin sheet
Copyright Protected, ID 02-643-258-24
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France
Spread Sheet comes again
goes around up and more down
his smells are so known
Trump says that the best way to spoil it
Is flush tax returns down the toilet*
But the IRS said
You'll be deep in the red
Fish 'em out and make sure you boil it!
* Trump's White House staff report
that Trump had a penchant for
tearing, flushing - and retrieving -
documents from the toilet
I love the music
Composed only by your legs
Moving in the sheets.
Time is a balance sheet,
Assets and Liabilities,
Time in asset,time out liability,
Asset over liability equal like a balance sheet,
In Asset no change,liability no change,
No debtors no creditors and no bankruptcy,
Time in and time out equal,a strong balance sheet!
The Balance Sheet
The endless cycle
Life expends
Death accumulates
This is one of my lune writings above. If you want more information about this style see: http://lestersmith.com/2009/05/29/poetic-forms-haiku-senryu-tanka-and-lunes/
When the mind with numbers grappled
The heart with thoughts dabbled
When the eyes on the ledgers are fixed
The soul with different hues mixed
To keep the different personas
From trespassing I strive hard
When one dominates the other
The other retards
The heart disobeys the mind
The mind reproves the heart
The tug of war continues
The form bearing the wrath
At last the form too rebels
Expressing in its own way
This story is not new
Has spared only a few
Some say follow the mind
Some say follow the heart
But is not the mind incomplete
Without the company of the heart
One signifies necessity
The other desire
To strike a balance between the two
Lies the success of the affair
Our bodies are like a bed covered by a sheet…
They come in various sizes and colours.
But the thing is that a bed is not ridiculed for the colour of its sheet
Where as in actuality this happens to us… humans.
Although we do not choose the sheets which covers our bodies
We will have them to cherish forever
It’s almost like a souvenir from our parents
But this sheet gifted upon us by our parents has now become something
For other to use to say some nasty comment about which has been engraved on it
And for generations that is what clung to our sheets
And that is what became a part of those sheets…
To the point where my BEAUTIFUL, EXOTIC sheet has been tarnished by these remarks
To the point where persons have no compassion towards me to say that my sheet makes me fatherless
To the point where my sheet has become a criminal although it has never acted against the law
To the point where my sheet is being throttled mercilessly
Where I have been labeled as being “too extra”, “too ghetto “ and to make it worst “a harlot”
Because of the sheet that covers my body.
Let me tell you something
I am proud of my sheet
I am proud to have this gifted upon me
I am proud to call the sheet that I wear MINE
And not one negative remark you say will be engraved on my sheet
Because
My sheet is my own story to be told by only me.
So you don’t get to say that I am fatherless, or that I am a “nobody”
You don’t get to say that I am the dirt under God’s feet,
You don’t have the right to say that I am uneducated
Because as I said
My sheet is my own story to be written by me.
thin sheet
from a pulp of wood
I write upon
11.30.16
The leech boasts he ends many wars
With each speech Trump’s truce total soars
His confused amount
And White House account
Are summed-up trysts with Epstein's whores
He sung with tender fingers
the music from his heart
to one white sheet of illusion,
that woke up fay and goblin,
imp and gnome.
Bounteous elflike star drops
fell down his eyes and came to life
in deceptive chromaticity,
that walked for him..
A masquerade to mask his pain
His pen spoke with frail intensity
of Pegasus on golden wings,
to carry him, to ferry him
from agony to Neverland—
where nothing dwells too long
and all is everlasting youth,
without the pain of existence.
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Copyright © Darren White
December 2, 2017
A Blank Sheet of Paper
A blank sheet of paper
lies on the table.
It's a reminder
of a life uncertain.
As I take a seat,
I can't find a thing to write.
A blank sheet of paper
appears in my notebook.
It's a reminder of what we once had.
As I look back,
I don't know what to write.
A blank sheet of paper
is placed in front of me.
It's a reminder
of what we soon will have.
As I think of you,
the paper will soon be filled.
A blank sheet of paper
sat on the table.
It was a reminder
of what we had together.
As I remember you,
I find plenty to write.