Best Sweaters Poems

Cleaning out one of your drawers,
I remove your beautiful woven sweaters
     one    by    one
 ...

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cold-cling of Winter
wrapped in sweaters, wound in scarves —
fashion for snowmen

11/15/2018
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Buttons for game pieces, buttons on totes,
Buttons on toys, shoes, sweaters and coats.

Buttons that open and buttons that close
On pockets and purses and edges of...

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A single red, heart-shaped balloon isn’t enough
So I splurge and buy fourteen adorned by cupid
I tie them to the chair of my beloved “Hot Stuff”
To...

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Growing older is a garden of graces . . .
disgraces, wild goose chases, closed in places.
It is an imperceptible tottering of time on a
conveyer belt,...

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Old Lord Harry put up a good front.
He hid socks in his pants as a stunt.         ...

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L ittle voices, rising in volume and pitch
I mploring teacher, begs all available aids to help pop 
C oats, hats, muffs, mitts, sweaters, gloves, socks,...

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I was here once 
But now I'm one of the forgotten ones
I faded away slowly
Imperceptibly 
Like the once vibrant blue of blue jeans
The edges frayed...

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It’s that time of year again
when lights are strung, wreaths are hung 
and glass balls in every color and shape dangle,
sparkling from evergreen branches
in homes,...

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Here’s what I’m thinking now 
at the end of the world: 

There are no atheists in foxholes— 
no theists in politics. 
If knowledge is power,...

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The weatherman is trying hard to find
Another way to say rain is forecast.
He knows we hate him when he must remind
That we should be prepared...

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Celtic courtship ended
nineteen eighty-two.
Marriage nuptials blended
"us" from me and you.

Seaside lovers heading 
to the Irish Sea
showcase Christmas wedding, 
silver jubilee.  

Touring without hassle -
Isle...

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Shrunken sweaters, dusty ball caps
Tarnished silver, and hedge clippers
Pointed hat pins, gaudy jewelry
Faded jeans and worn out slippers
Greasy fry pan, wobbly table
Crates of dog-eared musty...

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Quiet please dulcet winter’s wind clatter
Let sun shine, snows melt to lace, crocus be.
No howls, blinding blizzards, hail shatter,
Let land seep water and lake birds...

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The cool north wind is blowing
Winter is here to stay
Sweaters are out and airing
Lets go out and play
Rivers have frozen and stopped flowing
Its snowing, its...

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Splendors filtering light from sol’s fingers.
Winter sentries stand looming in the shadows cast by moonlight.
In the cold polar breath, nothing lingers;
guard duty shifts when Spring...

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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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November

Falling leaves crunching beneath booted feet
Crispy mornings filled with pumpkin spice and doughnuts
Soft, warm sweaters covering sleeves
A misty frost across the once green garden plants

Warm,...

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As I recall it was December
When a blizzard closed down O’Hare
I was sick of northern winters
While the sun was shining south somewhere
I remembered in a...

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They hold up "mountains" even "hills"
They catch crumbs and little spills
They come in shapes, colors, and sizes
Some holding "sexy" surprises
Fancy, lacy, even plain
Driving men slowly...

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I noticed the uniform, and the heavy soled shinny black boots
Not the man within it, I apologized.

I remember the clean fresh smell of maleness, as...

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Scent of fall whispers on the wind
Evenings lengthen as days drift by
Pace slows down as Summer wanes
Trees, russet and gold, start their display
Embroidered sweaters hold...

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Coiling quickly the leaves roll
Tumbling towards a new home
Autumn's oranges,reds,and gold
Splatter my view surrounding me

Warmth from the sun steaming
The dewy wet leaves in the morn
So...

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To: My Grandpa
~1918-2016~

Grandpa was sharp as a whistle up until the very end. Old age and time passing just took a toll on his poor...

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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,...

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