Best Wardrobes Poems
As I walked into the banquet hall of the
Goodman’s Inn, the first thing that stood
out to me were the eyes of the people. I
felt as though I could actually see hope. Eyes
seemed to sparkle and everyone in the hall
sat talking to the others sitting around them
as they waited for the main course of the evening.
To understand this report we need to go back just
over a year ago when Lindsey Long won the 50
million dollar lottery. Apparently the multimillionaire
booked the Goodman’s Inn for December 24th through
to January 2nd of this year solely to house the homeless
over the Christmas holidays. Miss Long walked through
the streets herself over the last week inviting the
unfortunate homeless to come to the motel for these
festivities. Lindsey Long has not only provided the rooms
for this week, she also has clothed them with new
wardrobes and warm winter clothing and accessories.
Now as the people sat around the table they were
told Miss Long had an announcement. We all waited
to hear what this amazing lady had to say
and excitement filled the room. When this
beautiful young woman began to talk there
wasn’t one dry eye in the building. She told them
how she was not going to just send them back
on the street next week but how she had
built a new centre that would have sleeping
facilities and showers to accommodate all
of them. This new facility will be serving
three meals a day which will be prepared solely
from themselves on a voluntary bases.
The feeling in the Inn that night was pure joy
and as the people realized the impact of this
wonderful news, they all broke out singing
It Came Upon a Midnight Clear. This is
Rhonda Reeds reporting for
The Good Newspaper.
Merry Christmas everyone.
Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
11.12.2014
Sponsor Mystic Rose
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Set to the tune of 'Edelweiss' from The Sound of Music
Wintertime, wintertime
Evergreens don festive wardrobes
Ivory
Christmas Eves
Swirl in peppermint snowglobes
Magical mirrors of lakes to skate
Taste snowflakes
On our tongues
Wintertime, wintertime
Keep my heart warm
Til spring comes.
12/02/21
Poem of the Day
December 4th, 2021
Hidden reservation site,
Buried behind wardrobes of femininity.
Aged wooden metal chest,
Handed over by grandparents.
Containing matters,
Yester-innocent,
Tears weeping melodies on pink white ribbons of little girl's wearing.
Matching dress of lovely splendor,
Mr. Teddy tucked under,
Barbie slumber in all this,
Ken waiting for hope in joy kid.
Tea set with long passed memory gone beneath blanket of protection.
Thinking words gave her mother this reply as a teen,
"I am not an infant any longer, womanhood is mine."
Knees found,
Floor one,
Spending the peaceful night in journeying,
Rearward season of past.
Heart returns from crystal dusty fragment of no end count,
Swept by hopeful faith of mending broken back in place,
Union,
Beat of one,
Soul restored.
Sudden darkness wintry,
Reminder frosty,
"Lovers come & gone."
"Children all grown up."
"Bill collectors cannot wait, daydreams will not pay them off."
Laughter howling scream touches her skin in goose bums fear.
Than One,
Enter in overcoming cloudy reignful thoughts of black,
"Still listening to the wrong god, of this world."
"Who do you think lead your heart to opened the memory box blessed?"
"Returning calls you home my dear child of Mine."
“Dear Lord and Savior, hear my plea.
I've one request - wait, two or three....
This time though, I'm in a fix,
so maybe there'll be five or six....
Please answer quickly, hear me now
and I'll pray daily - that's my vow.
Unlike before, please don't postpone,
for really Lord, You should have known.
I've sacrificed so much for You,
for years been nagged by 'you know who'....
The children too, yell at the spouse -
we really need a larger house....
My boat is bleached from Your hot sun
so I really need a brand new one.
My wardrobes full - but can't wear those,
for Heaven knows I need new clothes.
You know I just went out to eat,
‘all I could eat' - wow, what a treat -
topped it off with cream and cake -
so take away my stomach ache.
I've tried so hard to lose some weight,
from all this fat that You create....
I feel so tired and weak somehow,
so give me strength - I need it now.
Oh, thank You for my new guitar,
my brand new camper, one more car,
but vacation's what I really need -
roller coasters, lots of speed.
You are so great. I know You care,
so answer now, my simple prayer.
These aren't mere words, these are my needs
and if You grant, I've more good deeds....
There's so much more I'd ask of You,
with credit cards long overdue....
But you, dear Lord, must surely know,
the fish are biting. I must go.
I only ask for what I need.
These are not 'wants' so please proceed.
Stay close to me. I'll call again.
Please grant me what I need, Amen.”
©2007 louis gander - www.ganderpoems.org
Inspired and dedicated to the famous, to the Royal families, to the actors and actresses, and pop stars, who live lives of Uncharishable Fame.
"Fame is a struggle and the lives that surround it are not happy." - Christopher Boskovski
Fame, have you ever walked down the streets of stars?
Have you stood on a stage with a beam of spotlight on you
at center stage, delivering a sweet monolouge of peace and love?
Fame, do you know how it feels to be followed along city streets,
and bustling cafes by flashing lights, and Poperazzi?
You strike a pose, you sign an autograph, and you are late for a dinner reservation.
You grow dark, and hungry and you seem not so happy,
but yet you smile?
Fame, do you like to be famous?
Is it a fun life to live?
Somedays living in Mansions and others out of the suitcase.
Somedays eating lobster by the bay, and others, cold pizza on Saturday.
Are you misreable, not knowing the womanthat you love, loves you back, or loves your
wallet that is so fat?
Books upon books of love poems staked towers of romance that scrambles your brain,
and leaves you with tears of sorrow in your eyes.
Fame, enough of the fake smiles
and red carpet wardrobes and be true to yourself.
Stop and smell the morning roses that bloom,
walk through the parks with smiling faces on every corner,
before all that beauty goes away.
Fame you don't see color, you see black and white.
Contracts, nothing about love, only about wages.
Live life, before everything around you dies.
Be happy and true.
I ask you fame,
come away from your money and expensive cars and cell phones
and live life, instead of living a fabricated one.
Read a book of poetry,
that shows true beauty.
Stop making yourself happy, reading tabloid viewings,
in morning newspapers of yourself.
Look in the mirror and smile.
Fame, I tell you now, you are not happy.
Come with me
take my hand, and sail with me.
For Fame, I shall show you a golden dream in reality.
A criminal child.
A criminal child,what could be more annoying?
Daily he fails the excellence of the cradle:
His school fee he spends in beer parlour
The hostel bill he lavishes in the city casino,
The cheque for books he exchanges in brothel.
A criminal child,what could be more annoying ?
He joins his gang to rob and flog his dad,
He loots mum’s wardrobe for precious jewel,
He goes under his mask and rapes his sister,
He prays daily for their deaths to take control.
A criminal child, what could be more annoying ?
He turns his father to tenant in the house he built,
He turns his mother to a staff in the firm she owned,
He makes their cars memories of things of past,
Their wardrobes now rags like falling banana leaves.
A criminal child, what could be more annoying ?
Every knock at the door takes them to firing square :
Police they think, what again could he have done ?
He puts tears on father’s cheeks hour by hour
He implants sorrow in mother’s heart everyday.
A criminal child, what could be more annoying ?
The prime’s toils he squeezes down the drain,
Though like horses they run, they lose the race ,
While they snore in dreams, their waking hour is void;
What can be more annoying than antics of a criminal child?
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He has created a clever robot
He orders it and it responds
“Write for me a poem”, it does
“Compose for me love letter”, it does
“Scribble for me an abuse”, it does
Clever and obedient the robot is
But one thing it cannot do
Feel emotions as human beings
The clever robot the merchant abused
“You are foolish”, it replies, “Thank you”
“You’re a baboon”, it replies, “Thank you”
“You’re a nothing”, it replies, “Thank you”
Clever and obedient the robot is
But one thing it cannot achieve-
Feel emotions as human beings
That day man will make a robot
One that can feel emotional
The one with personality traits
Humans will hide in wardrobes
Wardrobes, full of clothes,
crossstitch cluttered walls-
her shadow still clouds my mind
TRISTICH IS A PARALLEL VERSE(Inspired by Hebrew Biblical parallels) it comprises L1 theme L2 ECHO of theme L3 Punchline/observation
You may hear me recite this tristich and more of my PS poetry on youtube under my pen name ichthyschiro
Give birth to the sun the day
asked about you
When the evening
Reflected the light of the moon from your window
asked about you
The birds, which you left them with thirsty
asked about you
The clouds and the sea at sunset
All of them asking about you
Your cat meowing next to a your statue in the lobby of the House
Your bed empty
Wardrobes
All of them asking about you
Death does not take... only .... who loved them
I love to see a person clad
In skirt or sweater made of plaid.
A shirt or scarf works just as well;
No stripes or dots can parallel.
In Scotland, once, I went to see
A mammoth Tartan factory.
Each pattern has a special name
And certain ones have gained acclaim.
My closet has a wide selection,
Plaids I wear with great affection.
Wardrobes must be really Spartan
If they lack at least one Tartan!
Empty bed, hollowed pillow
the scent where you once slept
early morning sunshine softens the rain
marbled reflections diffuse through the window pain
scant memories of you in your red dress
re surge into a room where you were once caressed
there we had so much, nothing complicated, just trust
a trust for excitement, energy and living on the cusp
the bed covers pulled away as if you had just awoken
quite, yes, there is silence not a sound or word that is spoken
a vista captured in time's vaults like the scene of a crime
your presence is here in the ambiance, in the eye of my mind
the suns rays break with strength through the clouds retreat
shadowing the windows frames on wardrobes and sheets
specs of dust hover, caught in the galore, it was more than an affair
our lust was magnificent, we cared, we shared with in inventive flair
unman-aged, we suddenly realized lust had become love
torrid sessions with expectations to reach levels above
become sessions of gentle, sensuous and explicit set
gradually the souls, hearts and minds the other did infect
tied to partners we could not be a pair
love plays games and they are not always fair
i come to your room but today our love has lost all hope
i find you absent just your body and a simple note
"i could not cope"
You made me wear his jacket
To keep me from the cold
As I ushered in the mourners
I cried in fear of the thought
Of his death touching my skin
A feeling of deep sorrow and guilt
I locked myself in Rachael’s room
Hanging his coat on the back of her door
I prayed for them to wait
''Please lord let them all wait''
We were just not ready (or was that just me?)
And yet I open the door to find
These memories have passed
Taking you now with them
I’m not sure exactly where your grave lies
I’m certain next to him in his Sunday best
Placed mid dream faced turned to happiness
Unaware that now I am left
Scrambling through wardrobes
In second hand stores
Hunting out the jacket I once had left
on the back of a door to a room
In a house
full of waiting mourners
If only for one nuzzle, a spark of memory
To take me further back, than the end.
LOVE’S MEMORY-A STRUCTURED PROSE
Two hearts as one,with love held dear,
each others secrets to confide,needs and
desire to never hide,love-lines to share,
tribulations together to bear.Each other
in submission lean,sacramental in unison
of love’s mutual bond.
INNOCENT NAIVETY-A STRUCTURED PROSE
Love has no boundaries in its heart,
in its passion holds all things dear,
giving all,trusting without fear.Flowers
of mutual fusion,incensed,by aromas
of love.The attraction of natural magnetism
is sealed in perfect harmony inherent
and universally held.Again,again this
siren’s call beckons loves innocent
naivety,rose-tinted,short-sighted
views distort perspective out of true.
A DOMESTIC STRUCTURED PROSE
Her cardigan on the chairback,
shoes left in the hall,slippers ‘neath
the double bed,undies on the stool.
Handbag filled with this and that,
bathroom shelved of creams and
much besides;wardrobes,wall to
wall.Medicines boxed ,arranged so neat,
cellphone ready for a call,a text,
a chat,a listening ear,empathy to all.
Listen to me recite these structured prose on youtube under my pen name ichthyschiro
i saw the devil as doubt and my mind relaxed and recoiled at the thought eyes studiously staring at each flaw finding reason to turn away realizing that all along it was an illusion that kept me awake at night and daydreaming out of the side of my eye fast shadows fly as i pray to Jesus for salvation the quiet tears dreams of reptiles without a plot searching with their tongues for flesh i open my eyes in the darkness of morning body aching hardly able to rise my left hand cramping fingers curled in pain i turn on the lights their soft electric pulse vibrates in my chest the sun is still sleeping but the clock keeps on reading one more minute after another decades dying in my memories measured in other people and their opinions changing with my words and worn clothes clashing with all they possess paradise lost in their eyes glued to phones unaware of how the wind moans every generation changing wardrobes fading into histories of war in the ceaseless hunt for increase in pleasure and wealth begging for health fighting the decay that occurs day to night afraid of falling asleep without waking
Beauty's Beast.
Well I'm looking but I don't see.
A little here a little there
I even looked under the stair.
In the wardrobes and chest of drawers.
I even scrutinised the floors
but look I did and could not find
am I stupid, am I blind.
You say you left it by my chair.
Well I'm sorry to say it's just not there.
I'm flabbergasted to say the least
but I think your wrong Beauty,
there is no Beast.