Best Vest Poems
May not be very sexy
Yet I need you to keep me warm
Thin yet lightweight
Hides my hairy chest
Every winter I cuddle up to you
Really snug
Makes me all cosy
Available in many styles and colours
Lovely next to my skin
Vital in this chilly weather
Extra layer of clothing
Silk ones are the ultimate in comfort and warmth
Thermal vest I love you
Jan Allison
23rd November 2014
Reg just loved to wear a string vest
It would cover his dark hairy chest
Vests would hang on the line
When the weather was fine
String vests were the ones Reg loved best
At the airport Reg was booked on a flight
The metal scanner showed something not right
Security were impressed
His wallet’s pinned to his vest -
They let him through much to Reg’s delight!
This is a true story which was told by our friend Reg’s daughter after his funeral and I was challenged to write a poem about this
08-21-17
Cornelia’s Red Vest
Cornelia Chipmunk wears a red vest
Without it she feels pos-i-tive-ly undressed
It has thirteen pockets and twenty-one zippers
And fastens in front with some Velcro-like grippers
These pockets can hold all kinds of odd things
Like shoelaces, pencils, and bright plastic rings,
Gum wrappers, pine cones, paper clips, too
Why, there’s nine fuzzy socks – 4 turquoise, 5 blue
Ribbons and nuts and bark from a tree
Some rocks, shiny buttons, a big purple pea.
She stacks them all up in the back of her nest
And goes to sleep thinking she loves her red vest.
Been traveling through this old world,
And I've picked up my pass,
To the oldest game on earth,
Where my luck won't run dry.
And it's been a lesson forged in sorrow,
A heartache of hits with every card of the draw.
And I'm playing it close to my vest,
This hellish game is my test,
For there's never a tomorrow that can't come today,
When your heart has no sorrow and you're settled either way.
A secret close to my vest,
Close to my vest.
And I'm a stranger to no one,
But a mystery to all,
I've weathered through each season,
To every cadence of fall.
And it's been an empty chord in solo,
A heartache of notes saying nothing at all.
And I'm playing it close to my vest,
This hellish game is my test,
For there's never a tomorrow that can't come today,
When your heart has no sorrow and you're settled either way.
A secret close to my vest,
Close to my vest.
(Bridge)
Behind every light and shadow passing my way,
Are another's teardrops finding the way.
A secret close to my vest,
Close to my vest.
(Lyrics to a song I wrote and recorded onto a CD)
October 1, 1-
960: a logic game
Seasoned with deceits.
October 1, 1-
960: When our freedom
Swallowed us, captive.
October 1, 1-
960: When the white folks
Left our Land with our freedom.
October 1, 1960:
Mercury of disgrace, Venus of captive.
How long have we awaited
You to come and lay
With 'Us' In the glowing chamber.
We fell for you. When dazed
With captive and a-thirst of 'Love'.
But you arrived with a gourd
And emptied on us fiend.
October 1, 1960,
Though not your fault,
But the wailing infant's,
Who despised the breast milk,
When her teeth were milk still.
Regarding her request
She was given a meat,
Though warned by her mother
Not to agitate for the folly act.
But she graciously enjambed her
Milk-teeth to the meat and it
Broke her teeth and wouldn't paved
For succeeding germination.
October 1, 1960:
Now her mother mocked
Her, weeping and gnashing her
Deteriorating blood-stained teeth.
And then i've we longed to
Chew(Be freed) but the lost teeth
Gets us fixated in indecision.
Yet, you can move on.
If your inhabitants reconcile
With unity. Biafra ignorants,
Southern jingoists, Eastern Sorcerers,
Western manipulators:
When a broom leaves his
Stead, any foe may get rid
Of him. But when he retain
His dignity among his folk.
Harm to him will be no harm.
October 1, 1-
960, Unite your folk
And your teeth will again grow.
17:09:28:11:25
When my heels tromped down the dark narrow path
Where the buck- even – trod
It was early fall, and the trees were half trimmed.
The sun flickered through the barren tops,
and the greenish- brown canopy hung low and half dressed
However, it was not ashamed
The leaves crinkled and they crunched
where my feet and I traveled
And not too far, as I lagged along
I came upon an empty nest
It lay in decay
from the wind and the rain
For how long,
only as long as the eggs were gone
And while I stood there with my head half cocked
I looked close at the old dilapidated twigs that rot
I remembered the boy in the velvet red vest
O’ how nicely it was weaved
it fit snug around his delegate chest
I see him every spring
And no matter how old I get
He still wears the same velvet red vest
It’s Faint Paddies Day
everyday,
from my oxy scarce commuter view
At this Rocky Mountain skin altitude,
death is always on the dispatch menu
Faint Paddies
be sweating onion fear on a ghetto roll
Cry babies
be diaper blues potty wailing —
Siren screams taking an asphalt stroll
Smurf Daddies
love talking wise guy tough
to rearview mirror images of
cowering suspects in handcuffs
Fraidy Cats
got a lot of Deputy Dawg courage,
when speed bumping
on suburban perimeter patrol
Fear oozes thru those lynx pores
when their metal horse
flee chase coyotes
across the Eight Mile border
Faint Paddies
flipping raw confessions
on a roadside interrogation grill
Tin star bipedal protection
got a twitchy finger condition
Bulletproof vest palpitations,
pulmonary trigger beats cowardly lethal
Skeleton key dirt cell slams
given on a gutless command serve
Phantom guns found
in back-turned raised hands
Allegedly,
the bravest of the few
are fear-tested and duly sworn
Testimony given at the murder trial
is wrist slap fraternal suborned
Civilian low-grade paid to go do a thankless job
most don’t wanna do
Close call jugular boo ...
Tremor callouses builds on a pearl handle knob
Baby back blues got spineless, choke barrel nerves ...
rushing into terror laid danger zones,
with their faint hearts spinning on a swivel swerve
Faint Paddies
Bulletproof vest Fraidy cats
on creep patrol
Wielding their hollow metal courage,
cowardly so
Shaky words of brass sympathy
given bereavement cold
Widow morgue lamentations
are coroner orphan told
Blue smurf Lassies,
with pretend Bravehearts,
on a bullet hole roll ...
firing palpitation tears of timidity
Faint Paddies Day
is always a green brew boo-hoo
Last Mile holiday
Faint Paddies
get no public pity hoisted cheer
handkerchief pose
This is the fear profession
they willingly chose
Give me my vest
I want to swathe my chest
Of a planted garden love
The one which is written love
I always visit your top bikini
To where I started to exploit love
By missing and visiting, the journey begin
Give me my vest, by all the above
It make me handsome
It reveals my gentlemanly
I may mention all but all the same
My lovely, in its white and warmly
Kiss my chest, and sleep to its pillows
To whereby I sense in the world of lovers
One after the other, never ask me forever
I take you with my life ever.
Life is what it is----Full of ups and downs.
We all get sad and cry---angry and mad.
There are days that bring such darkness.
There are days that shine so bright.
Some days just getting up, takes all your energy.
Sadness can fill in around--So heavy it can sink a soul.
U Must find something to hang on to…
Keep the head up---keep it above water.
When carrying so much--one becomes physically exhausted.
It is hard to just breathe and keep from sinking.
Sharp things poke you in the ribs,
Feels like pneumonia is moving in…
Things happen that cause grief and sadness,
It can be felt so deep inside and cut you to the core.
Hang on and ride it out even in the perfect storm...
Things will calm—but until then
Keep your life vest on…
Copyright © fonda anne….mooreofme....mamao
WITH EVERY YESTERDAY
IS A TIME GONE BY
THOSE DAYS AHEAD MIGHT
BE BETTER IF
THEN IN THESE IFINISM WE DO THE SAME
TO BE CATCH IN THE
CHANGE BARRANCE OF SAME
YET WHICH DAYS MIGHT WE CREATE A CHANGE
TO LEARN FROM THOSE DAYS GONE BY
HALF A DAY SPENT
BEING FOOLISH
IS A HALF A DAY
SOMEONE ASKEST WHY
WHEN THE WHEELS START
AND THE GRAIN IS THRASHED
AND THE PROCESS TO MAKE FLOUR BEGANS
WE REMOVE THE HUSK
AND BLEACH GROUNDED GRAINS
TO MAKE TWO PRODUCTS NEARLY THE SAME
sensual wings
a pink visual
Nature sings
It seems casual
a date or a fling
still in a boys dream
Slowly she came
It felt magical
sugar walls sweet
The cherry as a treat
The boy felt blest
With his
warm vest conquest
five am orange vest
gunshot is heard in the woods
flash of white tail
I know that all I see
in Nature’s beauty
is a reflection of
heaven’s bounty –
therefore my breath
and duty, to nurture
and respect; thus I
detect in me, in the
sky, and the center
of a wave’s eye, a
radiance as of yet
to be visioned by
man – longing to be
worn in its purity
and taken onto
the soul – I fold each
beam, and tuck carefully
into a vest of memories;
the same pocket all my
treasures are kept
awaiting the awakening
of a greater, healed humanity –
The forecast said it would be cool;
I packed some pants - I'm not a fool -
And long-sleeved shirts, but still unsure,
As I was heading out the door,
I grabbed my trusty purple vest
And wore it daily - who'd have guessed?
It's made of down and light as air,
Magenta-toned, to be quite fair.
So though the sunny warmth was gone,
I still felt cozy with it on.
I never will be underdressed
When I wear my UniQlo vest.
F-riday twenty-seventh January
L-ets the new dawn break;
O-pening the day with warmth,
R-ays erase the heartache.
E-arly morn has broken,
N-o more mist in the meadow;
C-old chill has vanished,
E-ven the deepest sorrow.
F-ill your heart with thrill,
U-nder the blue skyline;
L-et the clouds stay white,
G-ood weather remains fine.
E-very ocean or sea
N-ever hides from the beacon;
C-omfort and safety are certain,
I-f the life vest is put
O-n.