Best Tailoring Poems
If I were a poet
I would pour pieces
Of my heart on pages
Paint in crystalline clarity
The anguish of my ancestors
My poems would be embroidery
Tailoring the strives
of this generation
I would write aspiration
on the mountains of mama Liberia
That her children - yet unseen
Can see and maintain our dreams
If I were a poet
I would write the dead to life
How deep can a poem be to cause a resurrection?
I would write poems so deep
Even the earth will use as its axis
I would perform spoken words
That would send you in awe
Because I would play on more words
Than any dictionary ever did
I would take the hand
Of my pen in marriage
And you would call me
Mr. Inkredible
If I were a poet
I would use my writings
To spray the fragrance of principles
As prove that if you keep
standing for yourself
You can become statuesque
If I were a poet
I would write the name of my Motherland
In every anthology I see
So that someone somewhere
Can see the beauty of my lineage
I would use words
To build skyscrapers of optimism
The truth is
I want to become a poet
But
I haven't found the right words yet
Hello little fella! hanging down from the roof
Idolizing brave knights quite similar your spoof
Oh going to weave again? Or it's just for fun?
Little feet you have, working under the bright sun
Running back and forth, driving professionally
The transparent lines made by your work patiently
Finishing your web to become firm like a wall
Though many times to encounter error and fall
The center point of abode certainly transform
Quirky wall especially in night ready to form
Calling the attention of your favorite meal
Uncomfortable gun target the prey to kill
Your strange beauty tailoring your suitors to loom
An angelic quietness of yours preparing their tomb
The pure work, modest tricks obtain your victory
But move amiss, foes eat you complimentary
Working hard endlessly can't stop the wind and rain
Your brave spirit and entire strength ignore the pain
The Spider by Elai Cee for
"Along Came a Spider Entry Poetry Contest"
under by Suzanne Delaney
A lady on high street with ah tight pants
And all the men turn and watching she
Well I pretend I didn’t notice
But in the corner of my eyes I look to see
Then I went down by the hospital
Stop and drink an apple J
Was to full to eat any doubles
Because I was by naz cuisine today
Had smoke herring with tomato
With two hot sada roti
And some nice mango kuchela
With a hot cup of coffee
Then I walk up Harris promenade
Sit on a bench by the engine
It was under a big tree
So I just sit in the shade relaxing
San Fernando really has nice girls
So much passing in front of me
I tell a red Spanish girl good afternoon
She said “mind your business you stupidly”
Trinidad girls is very nice and friendly
But it has a few with bad attitude all about
Some girls talk sweet like honey
And some have a pepper in their mouth
Well I going to the place I learn tailoring
By “ram mohess “on the lord street
It’s been many years I haven’t seen them
So I carrying some beer and KFC to eat
Many don’t know I am a tailor
I can make suits, dresses and everything
And Use to designs at “images sewing factory“
Own by my good friend “SHIVA GOBIN “
And I cannot forget” Mr. Lopez”
Another tailoring shop down the coffee
He who give me my job letters
To get visa at the America embassy
All these people has really help me
And I am grateful for what I’ve learn
And they will be in my memory
Although our roads in life has turn
Then I went down by the sea wharf
They do catch big fishes down there
Then pass by San Fernando market
Ands stop In a rum shop to drink a beer
Jump in a taxi to ste Madeleine
See my nephew riad in the backseat
He said, man it’s to early to go home
Let’s go to a bar on high street
Lites and roger was by the library corner
So four of us went in the bar to lime
Then girlfriend text to say she love me
Enjoy my vacation, have a great time
I hear that a girl in Trinidad
Looking for a very good husband
My brother says she father rich
Will give me house and land
Well I must admit I thought
This sounds like a good plan
So I decide go to Trinidad
And become she loving husband
When the plane land in the airport
It was getting kind of late
So we drive straight to her house
And we pack up by the front gate
We see the girl from the window
And we find her looking nice
Ah tell myself I make up my mind
I don’t need to think twice
Then we hear a fellar crying hard
Next door in a hammock
First time I hear a man bawl and cry
So I was kind of shock
My brother say boy see that man
He has some serious tabanca
He maybe likes some girl
And get run by she father
Turns out the feller next door
Well he wants to marry she
But she father says they poor
And they don’t have no money
So he trying to get a man
From America to come down here
But he really don’t know in America
Most of the men does live on welfare
Now I feeling bad for the feller
Because he really love her bad
How can I marry the girl he love
And take her away from Trinidad
But what if I don’t marry she now
And the father finds a next man
This poor feller might get a piece of rope
And hang his self in the cocoa land
So I say yes I want to marry she
I love her from head to tail
But he only way I marrying we must
Come out side cover up with a veil
Well we take the feller san Fernando
We walk in ram mohess tailoring
I Said make us two identical suits
We have to go to a set up wedding
The feller wears the suit
And he comes through the window
The pundit ready for the wedding to start
So he wears the veil and walk out the door
All the father rich friends from Trinidad
Gathered for the wedding day
But when he see is the poor man she marry
He gets heart attack and faint away
Well to make a long story short
The next time I when to Trinidad
I see she father with two grandchildren
Playing foot ball in the back yard
A group of ladies by the stand pipe
While the tassa men play their tune
This is the lawa morning
I getting marry this afternoon
A bunch of foreigners clapping
And their mom drinking coconut water
They come from the Middle East
Because I marrying her daughter
My wedding suit hanging in the closet
Made by ram mohess tailoring
Riad gone for ice by the round about
And the family home busy cooking
Roger and them boys down stairs
Sugar bring out a case of rum
Shirley and rianna join the lawa
Dancing to beat of the tassa drum
They wouldn’t let me see her
My beautiful bride to be
And her family in the kitchen
Tasting curry goat and dhalpurie
They have she down by nazim in penal
Three days I didn’t get to see her
And Suzy calls to say they leaving
And junior driving the wedding car
Curry goat, chicken, alloo and channa
Curry mango and nice hot kuchela
And the best roti in Trinidad
From uncle Jap up in Marabella
Roger packing his fridge and freezer
Cause Julie bring some bee,s ice cream
The whole place buzzing with excitement
Today I marrying the of my dreams
Family and friends come from allover
Texas, New York, UK and Canada
Omg she looks so beautiful
Coming out the wedding car
Here she stands in next to me
The woman that will share my life
And today before god, friends and family
We become husband and wife
I feel happy, but still I’m very sad
Because I wish my father was here
But I know he is up in heaven
Looking down from somewhere
Although she's always attired in exquisite clothing,
Miranda Vasquez dances, but she's not a socialite.
She spends most of her days embroidering dresses
and decorating flowered fans long into the night.
Her finely sown garments would fetch a nice price,
but money is not what brings Miranda great joy.
No. For she gives them away to low-born ladies
who proudly wear her raiment of felt and corduroy.
Her garments are beautiful works of creative art,
similar to grand paintings from a master's brush.
Bright and bold colored fabrics she loves the most,
green, gold, and crimson hues of cheeks in blush.
Miranda is loved by young and old in her village.
A legendary figure she's bound to become in time.
With her dark lashed eyes and dainty red lips,
she's adored for her heart and tailoring, sublime.
Turtles drooping can be signs of elitist tantrums on borderline wave cones. Such colours. And often feedback is not fodder so therefore indigestible. Taming a 3foot bullock who is battling to grow horns is often not an easy task. Sometimes content to chew cud and at other times rampaging and knocking over thistle glasses who often look quite shocked. If one resembles an otter can one dive? Flotation is the way of saying get up. And getting up is often fantastically fun terminology that means that the years have created an engagement long overdue. No exact ritual can perform an exact result so play light, put right, and glide on harmonics in air. Or over tables. Onlookers are quite often seasick. Oh how rather remarkable then for therein lies much Flightly kingdoms of rain and wind gods. 190th element and a half turn of a key. Let it not be said that a sausage can not jet ski and a mouse in a tutu cannot balance on a promenade in a wind. Wild wind whipping willows. A 1foot humanoid said pied a puskin skot in a bright patterned blouse. And ba said the eastern maiden. Longitudinal latitudes create attitudes to store in neat ordered patterns. On skylines in sky castle yards and gates are often discovering a new way of laughing. Draping a cotton snood to correct ways. Standing on a 5 centimetre bridge on mountains over 500 feet. Tailoring a suit and fixing a boot with the flem from a laughing hedgehog. Dusk discovered discourse discounted draperies driving drinking derived design divine divided *** canopies *** resistance *** ha ha ha ha *** now attempt to land in orderly ways. *** valour *** ape eel pies ***
This bliss rover I.
Lazed fresh muddy-smoke,
In hot-rate envy.
A digital glow moans,
2 am, lighting my skin.
She easily, nameless,
Just left.
My mass sweat,
On my cotton-mix.
She a slapdash, I letting.
Hour previous, world dyed in smut.
Three ago she open, breathing.
I flush, on decernables,
Day ago, I was settling,
On her far possibilities.
Shame thinking
Justice grasping.
"All in all" apes right.
Upright, stone carving.
Tailoring white pillows,
With black market Viagra.
Her last words.
"Your precious"
Cleverly my eyes
Nuzzel wood floors.
Then sleep, a push to morning.
I did see her to the door.
Telephones are a useless reflection of communication as forms of forks do not require such modernity to talk. When planning waltzing with 89 peas for a show that has been advertised globally always be mindful of pods. Pods are anarchical and can cause the peas to wish to jump back into bed. Such a luxury of a green shroud. No sheets necessary in a shell. The wandering significance of a beetroot is characterised always by the remaining stain. Yet whilst clearing this essence it is wise to chant to the plant and dance in a semi circular motion. Beads baked brought baths. And bathing in reed encrusted streams can deliver a view of an alternate skyline deemed very secret. Great isn't it. The introduction of waddling pink animals equals the eradication of crop. No food. Nothing. Yet it can be ascertained that when the smoke was sailing up to the blue moon the ancestral wisdoms would allow for defences and ideas steaming from plants can be very useful. The huge bowl with a diameter of over 5000 feet now caters not for wild but for trotting uniforms. Crater cantering carnage. And carriages carry ornately dressed ladies with parasols. Wow. One cannot tame such an expanse? Put inhabitants into caged areas? Bang bang then gone. Misted views sold. Tailoring a society to adhere to a rule book dominated by two legged earth dwellers. Yet, it is with correction the problem is seen. And much land cries with the entrance of the feathered helmets and the exit of the caretakers of the mother. Sit then many caves. Many caves stood. Digging dwellings decidedly difficult. No ha to this. And no x today nor tomorrow. Subsidence silent. C s b q y colonisation *
Tortoiseshell tulips often grow at left angles to the moon and are otherwise adjusted to a sealed lip of ground. But a curled canopy of shredded wheat and oats make even the wildest of gardens bloom. It is within the great oceanography of a garden pond that a frog captains a lily ship and focusses his attention upon net fly duties. Net fly duties should really be carried out by professional belchers and professional belchers are neither belly flopping divers or baseball beaks. So it is wise to dip ones toe into a glass to test the temperature. Well that's what the mouse said anyway. And the ideological wisdom of mice can be magically pronounced using an abacus. But only at cheese and wine evenings for cheese and wine evenings are shawls and suit occasions that attract the most elitist of the world's largest colony of mussels, prawns, earwigs, lemons, and flower garden eared people who line up to sup the wares of such an expanse of shipments. It is within a glitter ball that a long lost object can be found. Finding favours favourably finished flavours. And a catacomb filled with a million cats is not a basin of porridge jumping over a sealed off bridge. So it is wise to keep to the pavements of the static safety zones. So as to not be ravished, attacked and harmed by the many cotton buds who dance up and down looking for dramas. Didn't the little ant do well today in the gymnastics competition? Yes. And now it is time for the passing of the seven towel rails. Argument over. Good. Thoughts tailored tailoring traditional travelling. And an eavesdropping hawk swooping in a bright pink hat. Haha marks make make-up man hahaha left handed cooking device meets an array of teaspoons. Xxxxx intercontinental Z z Z Z
How do I Thank You
for watching over my child
investing your
time
energy
focus
and
passion
in him
Every
day?
How do I thank you
for using your keen eye
to emerge with his full picture
and tailoring a years worth of education
just for him?
for making sure he is comfortable
and relaxed
and happy Every day?
How do I thank you
for finding inventive
ways to facilitate his goals Every day?
for the look of alarm, ever so brief
if even a remote chance of danger
for him or others?
for your warmth
your upbeat kindness
and nurturing
that you give him Every day?
How do I thank you
for loaning him Snow pants
and a little Yellow T-Shirt?
for teaching him how to honor
his own work
and that of his peers?
How do I thank you
for planting seeds
that deepen his understanding
of Everything?
for taking a lesson plan that is fine
infusing it with complexity
and transforming it into
something extraordinary
Every day?
for teaching my child as if he were the only child in your class
while teaching Every Child in your class as if they
were the only one as well?
How do I thank you?
This happy
full
creative
thinking
boy
who chatters to me as he is going to sleep
about Martin Luther King Jr.
Johnny Appleseed
Spheres and cylinders
sets of tens
mammals
fish
poems
songs
and Your words of Praise
is the living proof
of the gift that you are to education and children.
I can only say Thank you Teacher..
Mrs B; Poetry by
Susan M. Walker 2014
Within your bedrooms closets
you did our trousseau bring
the garments fit for marriage
joining virgin to the King
Every thread hand woven
its tensile put to test
the secrets of your dressing
within inner chambers rests
Every article hand chosen
for their quality did seek
until was found the wardrobe
that would your spouse complete
Every gemstone found that's precious
does in treasure box reside
therein your light reflected
which will adorn your bride
Here stored is every value
where err' prized thing do keep
the apparel you have fashioned
to frame your bride complete
It's tailoring form fitted
garments exquisitely designed
to your patterns conformation
like you in heart and mind
their attire you've made flawless
the original design and form
where moth and rust can't corrupt
here Love's purity is worn
Luke 12:27 “Consider how the wild flowers grow. They do not labor or spin.
Yet I tell you, not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these.
28 If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today, and
tomorrow is thrown into the fire, how much more will he clothe you—you of little faith!
1Pet 2:19 For it is commendable if someone bears up under the pain of unjust suffering
because they are conscious of God.20 But how is it to your credit if you receive a beating
for doing wrong and endure it? But if you suffer for doing good and you endure it, this is
commendable before God. 21 To this you were called, because Christ suffered for you,
leaving you a model, that you should follow in his steps.
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
(while trapped in Pottstown
Memorial Hospital parking lot).
My humble apology to those,
who posted uber up lyft ting messages
to this Macbook Pro Facebook keeper,
without said scrivener swiftly
tailoring timely acknowledgement
from one harried styled leaper,
thus feel free to take
leguminous litigious licorice flavor
flav can deed extra-legal
imprisonment against my liberty,
(though catty, I am pusillanimous,
sans feline nine lives cheaper
by the dozen), plus verbally ejaculating
out gee golly jeeper,
or more pointedly
calling me a mother f****** bleeper,
for seeming to appear unresponsive
as a stale petrified marshmallow peeper,
and yes quite understandable
bitcoin torrents of rage runs deeper
than a blockchain though close call,
yet just lemme explain,
how during my most recent sleeper
state, a clear as bell curve
living dream nearly
saddened Matthew Scott Harris as,
cuz he got subject to grim news, viz
inducing him (yours truly) to become
deceased within a split second,
upon dropping to sleep
while all around, an
inconsolable weeper
wept sorrowful seas,
more so those family,
and facebook friends
many fine companions
linkedin thru Internet
invaluable cherished persons as keeper,
but believe this secular humanist,
he, who (honest to dog)
unexpectedly subsequently got engrossed
with the grim reaper,
discussing local, current (national), global,
and cosmic events, superficial,
and/or somewhat deeper
(topics oh...and as a non sequitur
d'ya know the name of original
Glen Elm occupants are named Leiper),
anyway Xmas universally
renowned throughout space
yes, jolly saint nick with his farout trappings
topped off with electronic digital beeper,
yepper siree he gets touted,
lauded, and celebrated be
leave ving with whatever
dogmatic faith hen knee
dear rabbit reddit reader doth embrace,
or perhaps being atheist like me,
(albeit I most likely appear
as somewhat highlee
beatle browed from across the universe),
nonetheless, whether er rather,
when still alive this chap aimed to - dee
light, enlighten, and playfully
frighten alien nations
(even those pizza peace loving
inhabitants resembling free
ranging gregarious teenage
ninja mutant turtles)
coming out their shells with glee.
Rabbits at junctions are often akin to moons at traffic lights. A light lunch is preferable to a whisky scone when taking a picnic to a lake. But playlists can play so font argue with a flamed fortress of fig. Tailoring a suit for a nine foot bead and dazzling s crowd with a one millimetre tiara is not a sound judgment for a counting ball. 1 2 3 then. Radio that on a one kilometre hand held microphone. Hahahahaha the skipping rope is jumping in a hula hoop today. Lovely. It is not the way of the feathered cloud to land in a field fuelled upside-down but a gridlocked four dimensional satanic bowler hat can swim many acres in a spotted swimsuit. Good. Underpasses underwater underground undertake uniquely unequal unisons. And a proxy is neither productive nor normal. Statutory static authorisational code bringing wine to a ball room. Fantastic news for the pillar. Geranium gathering giblets. And a pie. Wow. Xxxxx destitution demon demonstrated dogmatic dramas digging. Xxxxxx counter intelligence and no matter. Xxxxx miscommunication Z
Cattle trains are litter trucks. Often noisy and overheated with the balmy sweat oozing from even the tidiest of blazers. Business break time then. All swap. All buy. Bring and buy. Before bells and buzzer. Akin to a quagmire of golden caresses calling all spirit with which to harness and enslave. Societal enhancement and norms shroud and tiny minds bow to the sounds. Whipping is the duty of the office based suits. Causing disruption but causing conformity. To a nonsensical wisdom the small suits line. Ink indoctrination of ignorance. Grabbed are not the best. Grabbed in the net is the harvest for the elite. So calling cards then. Ace ace spade equals three pounds fifty pence. After a soggy squashed sandwich. Pepperamis are a safe bet. A reminder of a bodily part. Mules multiplied by hundreds. Hahahaha says the underwater gentialia obsessed lie infused cabbage headed frog. In a suit. When baking trays line up it is time for all manufactured items to sing the song £ % £ % £££% economy driven. Wounding prettily. Prattish. Tailoring. Tricksters. Upstarts upstares. Prevailant on spaced out junk mail presenting truth in boxes. Tick tick tock tick. Rock and roll. And now I will take androids and throw them to moons. Such backward technologies. Pitter patter. Xxxx presentation. Xxxx ha xx z.