Best Velcro Poems
A teal twilight inks cobalt silhouettes
as distant stars unveil their twinkling lights.
And shadows slink forth, melding with the night,
while a setting Sun feigns a scarlet death.
Pink clouds cluster at the horizon's edge,
garnering shades of cerise and purple.
And daylight shrinks to a amber aura,
reflected in rusty crystals of ice.
Dusk weeps dewdrops, yet grieves to no avail,
while darkness dims the last lingering light.
And brisk breezes whisk heat away in gusts:
eerily chilling both body and soul.
Long skeletal fingers anchor the sky
to a lone tree rooted in ebony.
And a marshmallow moon appears snagged,
in the netting of its velcro branches.
Creatures of the dark stir from sleep's slumber:
in the wake of a slowly sinking Sun.
And silence rules: as sound bends to its will,
all, but a cricket's, haunting, piercing, shrill.
Velcro ripped and soda fizz
Velvet crushed Moroccan night
Nocturnal buterflies those flickering fireflies
Our winking spies like circling satelites
Coming together , we fissures of light
Delicious refrain we split like pomegranite
Love spinning round the sun and the planets
Mortally chiselled on tombstone of granite
Hark ! Who goes there this Luciferous night
Its only I with my faltering lantern
Dragging behind attached little light
Fallen firefly - slow creeping glow worm
Mid air flight hangs the hateful things we said
Farewell this, heres lookin' at you kid
Zurrip Zurrip
rip it, pull it, yank it free
peel your velcro heart from me;
stick it to lashes
stick it to hair
stick it to a love that's barely there.
Zurrip Zurrip
fine job you did to zip me in
a velcro heart plays to win
loop it in my mind
lock it on my tongue
hook it on my love, then I guess you're done.
Zurrip Zurrip
the bristles break
the more a velcro heart does take
unstick it from my future
unstick it from my past
rip it from me openly be sure to do it fast.
Zurrip Zurrip
the taste of love is is never so tart
until you find yourself fastened to a velcro heart.
It has been DECADES!
And yet, for some ridiculous reason, we
still choose to TIE our shoes and
BUTTON our trousers, ZIP our
blouses.
How ridiculous.
When Man first invented the wheel, do
you suppose that there were some naysayers who said;
"I'm still going to drag my loads through the dirt on a rope. It was
good enough for my father and by gawd it's good enough for me!"
I doubt it.
So. (BUTTONS FLYS LACES)
Why do we stoop to such Medieval methods of
attatchment Today?
Who knows. But I eagerly await the day that Velcro finally
gets the credit it rightfully deserves.
Between Velcro
And touch screen
We are losing touching
Feeling and doing
Thumbs made us
All thumbs we will be
***
Diadem
flat on its head.
Regal
in appearance.
Beautiful parrot
clad in white.
It's a...
"Velcro bird;"
bonds well
with humans.
A native
of Indonesia.
When surprised, raises its...
crest.
Dazzling bird in flight!
(Yalto)
"Yalto is a form invented by yours truly
Line 1-15: 3,4,2,4,5,3,2,3,2,3,3,5,6,1,5 syllables
Bird Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Date written: 07/09/2020
dear tall child,
your bones probably don't fit your frame yet;
they shift awkwardly,
and your spine hunches and slopes.
your hands are likely to be dry and grimy,
legs speckled with ant bites
that sting like fire.
spending those arid days snatching lizards off the hot terracotta wall,
next to the withered rose garden belonging to your shouting mother.
unfortunately for you,
the shouting will never stop;
your mother will bleed her vocal chords raw
trying to scare out your soul to place of her own.
there will be so much hardship,
but you will learn so so much.
so much.
to drown the world out,
just think about horses.
she will see you as strange
no matter what you do
just hop in the saddle
tighten the reins, grip the mane,
put your filthy Velcro sneakers into the stirrups,
and think about horses.
you will be a weird girl, it will hurt.
but suffering is just suffering,
and voices are just words.
you will become a strange young man, dear cowboy-
but you will always be that tall child.
a dear,
dear tall child
I called a department meeting this morning.
I said to everyone,
"I want to run the race".
But lungs said, "You cant be serious"!
So I decided to swim the river.
But legs said, "No way mister, not today"!
I suggested to bike the mountain trail.
Knees just laughed.
"There's no reason we cant take up boxing", I said.
Shoulders cried, "don't ask us",
"To lift those gloves".
I bent down to tie my shoe,
Feet said, "we told you to invest in Velcro"
I wanted a fling with Mama.
But body had fallen asleep.
Brain spoke up and said,
"What's wrong with you guys"?
"Quit being so lazy"!
Everyone was tired and irritated.
Then Heart quietly said,
"If we all cant get along"
"I'm leaving"
Meeting adjourned.
A Contest On Aging Poetry Contest
Sponsored by:
Emile Pinet
6/6/19
She has pink shoes.
Little pink shoes.
See? How she can dance
and twirl? Jump so high,
much higher than her other shoes?
They are so easy too,
no laces or velcro NO!
No need to bend over,
just step right in
She's a princess, Elsa
Of Course!
Not Anna, ELSA!
With little pink shoes.
***
June 7, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
I will start with using my hand as a guide
And in the end I will open my eyes that I will decide
I consider to do this with one thing in mind
I will close my eyes and will imagine it blind
With no colors or fractionation of the light
Just plain me and a vision with my hand as my sight
My hair is very coarse and some what fine
What I just described is so benign
I twirl my hair and make it bend
And I will say its very clean not oily on the ends
As I press on my forehead I simply feel a distinct part
I notice from hair to skin it is very different from the start
The simple partings from hair not like skin
I am going to feel with my other hand and begin
The smoothness of my skin like years of water eroding a rough rock surface smooth
Not just that my skin is like home to years of stories like scars and attitude
And when I raise my eyebrows the wrinkles it makes is more so for expression
I did not notice it with certain ideas, thoughts, and emotions
I run my hands down to my eyelids I feel movement of my eyes trying to peek
Eyelids that I have, vibrates with some kind of fear, Why?, that I will seek
Just now as I thought about it a sensation ran through my brain
My eyes is the world to me and that is true and not insane
Myself portrait of me is through my touch for now
But to finish it I will have to open my eyes soon and how
I been in a trance full of so many ideas just with my eyes closed
I run my hand on my nose and lips and I smile who could apposed
The feelings in the tip of my fingers rub on my chin and jaw with care
I do notice roughness of unshaved velcro gripping hair
I skip my ears so I will sneak a feel with my fingers I chose
I notice it is like my nose with cartilage, so I don't suppose
I will now open my eyes that I will use a mirror to see myself
My head is oval shape and my neck is like a stump, please help
My skin is very tan and my eyes are brown with my eyes I see
With all the description with my hands, one sure thing is the same and key
It is the description of measurements that is what my hands and eyes can see me
With a smile I am looking into the mirror and I can describe that I am happy
Myself portrait of me is such a way to get to know myself once more
I will never think it was a waste of time or a bore
I've got a story, that needs to be told,
about my mean ole granny, she's pushing "83" years old.
She came at me trippin, it was a Tuesday night,
griping up a storm bout her broken, bedroom nightlite.
She claims I attempted to cause her to trip,
with ending up on floor, and a right broken hip.
She waddled down the hall, walker leading the way,
her hair was a wreck, misplaced comb I would say.
I calmly explained light stays constantly lit,
seven days and nights, my excuse, sounding legit.
Before I could say that the little bulb just blew,
she slowly bent down, and grabbed a brown velcro shoe.
Not quite for certain of her plan of attack,
shouldn't be worried, her eyesight, rather unfit.
I went to the kitchen, quickly opened the junk drawer,
located a pack of bulbs, I had purchased a week before.
Staying out of her way, her comments, and aim,
back to her room, the nightlite I had supposedly maimed.
I quickly replaced the old bulb with new,
the light flickered once, twice, then its radiance grew.
I went back to sit, where I was before,
with granny still ranting, barely pacing the floor.
I told her, her light seems to be fine,
that she could go back to bed at any time.
Slowly she dropped the brown velcro laced shoe,
continuing to cuss at me, like a mad trucker would do.
With a final curse word, and a slam of her door,
I sat silently, grinning, and thinking, "grannies' rage", I simply adore.
Her lavender essence daily presents
It announces her iconic presence
Hard high heels knocking past my office door
Her fast feet fleeting over the flat floor
Peaking rewarded me with a vision
Her profile store memory revision
Dear like head light looks reduce my stature
I Velcro rip my eyes from her rapture
I taste thick clouds of pheromones mid-air
Magnetism draws me away from my chair
Blind ignorant flawed emotions lead me
to a place where love and life cannot be
I hear my name but it’s just a mind game
My senses cheat me to a dying flame
No hell no fail
Can't tell ?!?
Criss crossed hands nailed railroad
Nervous nails chewed low
Crisscrossed knees with broken elbows
Smile on the face
hanging from the spikes like velcro
Head held up high
just a guy, who wants to make it
Ideas!
creation!
in relation to my nation
26 year Puerto Rican witty,
Full port o' patience
Looking deaf and dumb
so when u sum up
Your understanding of the estimations
quite tainted witts
Your pessimystic guestimation of
Sun,rain, ying or yang in my next destination
that might need be explained
Just to strengthen the laymans
still chained with the weakest links
Yet! those craines will have the the brightest brains
Bet! ye hold most hostile traits
Those that wanna change
Can't be scared of being scared
Can't fear being feared as
Positive reflection will leave you in the clear
A dish issue is whether the verb forms a series of events containing two or three ingredients. Ingredients are often officially interesting when placed. And material such as Velcro is very very useful when balancing on a widespread bed of crockery. Well cook then. Worldy worldwide without waste. And a hare is never a problem when hopping through an abyss. Calibres of officialdom. Wow. No problem at a beach house and home and away for the weekend is fine but the other side of the United Methodist Church is the name of the first place of worship. Oh dare one meet a jackdaw in a cardboard car. Or a ministerial monkey. Holidaying hopping hippies have havens. And bend not over a crevasse as dangers stem from rock. And blades spawn from spacial secrets. Secretary then. A portly lady humming. Hahahaha and now a salty dew. Hahahaha and an additional android arguing. Hahahaha dare to swim with the dog. *** multiplication z
I will never again buy
Shoes that I have to tie
I’m gonna’ go
With Velcro…
Until the day I die