Best Tatting Poems

                           Gorgeous golden arches dance at night
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stormbears

great swathes of rain
pushed, herded by gale gusts
from the north edging on arctic

moves down on polar bear paws
rumble, tumble dark across my sky
whispering vestiges of autumn

scatters sulky heat before them
brushes aside trees and grasses 
balls of hail rat ta tat tatting on tin roof

enter my...

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The Sounds Of War 

Crackling of the wireless set,
Crackling of the fire, 
Breaking the message says 
Tension becoming dire. 
Wailing of the sisters, 
Wailing of the brothers, 
'cross the sea the children send 
Away from their mothers. 

Slamming of the kit bag,
Slamming of the door,
Six...

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Each eager for a fabric
woven with love classic
had ridden textile wagons 
thru much spastic traffic.
Seeking their prime patent 
of material fantastic, they 
both fell flattened in cloth 
scenes dramatic; wrinkle-doom, 
static dragons had torched 
all their wagons.

Then, a textile server sewed 
them together with threaded...

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Breathe my name on the wind and you’ll find me
In those soft shivers
That murmur in the dark
That rustling whisper of laughs
We tried so hard to conceal
As we tiptoed out into to the moonlight

Sigh my name under the stars and you’ll find me
Where we wrestled and...

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Outside, feathery snowflakes drift slowly to the ground.
Inside, love, fun and cozy fellowship does abound!
The dog and cat snuggle nigh the warm and glowing fire.
'Tis an intimate Victorian portrait that would any artist inspire!

The soft light of oil lamps overshadow the pervasive gloom.
Their flickering flames...

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Machiavellian dharma bums-
thumbing noses at the world
brazen fingerflags unfurled
tragic frowns on magic clowns
in fine designer hand-me-downs
hip and flippant,chips on shoulders
colder than the golden rings
piercing their exteriors

Neoclassic neobrats
drafting in and out of time
tatting lines of prose and rhyme
in easy lays that tease and play
in not the...

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"A filigree of snow is fragile and lovely, 
but even more beautiful when they are etched together."
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A single mother weeps, trying to sleep,
Her son’s father figure has been gone for nearly three weeks. How is this funny?

A bright mind has no control in his own home,
The orphanage doesn’t own enough money for the school he wants to go. How is this...

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had her parents forced her into it like so many do, 
then she might still be a virtuoso, that is true, 
however, 
to see a kid make for themselves a hobby into a skill, 
just
because
they
want
to,
is something that holds little comparison in the adult world,
a place...

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Off in the misty distance
I hear a hungry woodpecker
Hammering with his head.
This omnivorous, opportunist
Breaks the silence of the morn
With his rat-a-tat-tatting
As if knocking on a door.
His persistent pecking
Will end with success
When he excavates
The hapless insect
A meal deservingly gained
But the silence won’t remain
Because he'll begin all...

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PRELUDE.
When the sky and world are dark no sounds are heard in the woods. Perhaps the scrabbling of night creatures on the hunt fo food. But no sound of woodpeckers ra ta tatting, bird song is diminished  owls glide in silent flight. Moonlight ,...

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two angry men,
tete-a-tete
rat-a-tatting
a volley
of insults.
why?
nobody knows.
cup of tension
ratched up
to the brim;
eyes of fire
bulging,
seething
with rage.
fists clenched,
about to be...
thrown.
where's a referee?
somebody come...
quick!


Date written: 02/13/2021...

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wind
arctic
boreal
tatting across
whitened landscapes Chantilly with frore lace 
and snowy-stiff satin brocade cutting
defining the
raw winter’s
scalloped
edge...

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Jolted my idle pen to jotting.
sAved my words from rotting.
so Intigued toward you cutie.  
i am Mesmerized by your beauty.
i've bEgun an attention to detail writing duty,
my pen Ballpointing tatting your name to the page.
oh love Activist, mother and poet my poetry engage.
Lord my...

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