What stemmed from a mystic romantic tale
The Lack of love and endearment inspires me
Nothing other then this another classic speak
In the tone of a voice one wants to hear
soothing and sensual the perfection of study
Muddy road, the tracks of a wobbling wheel
brisk chilly evening winds glazing the tempered feel
Glistening skies it's Christmas Eve
Loneliness my warm blanket a sweetened confection for me to eat
Categories:
blanket(a), beautiful,
Form: Bio
The sky was a blanket of clouds this morning…no birds were singing…no rabbits leaping.
I imagine underneath that blanket…a million stars were sleeping.
I miss the stars when they’re asleep…when our morning walk we cannot share…
but I do take some solace and find some comfort in knowing they’re still there.
So…while the stars were sleeping and I was walking on my own…
I decided, on a whim, to flip through the pictures on my phone.
Like most people, I imagine, my phone is filled to capacity
with pictures from my life…photos of places, friends and family.
And I thought…how wonderful…how exciting…my phone is a memoir…
filled, as I flipped through photos…with a myriad of stars.
Shooting stars…flashing for a moment…as shooting stars are prone…
but a moment I feel blessed…to have captured on my phone.
And in my heart and in my mind…a new thought was given birth:
How lucky I am to be surrounded by so many stars on Earth.
Stars right here on my phone…that I forever shall be keeping…
an awareness made on a cloudy night…
while all the other stars were sleeping.
Categories:
blanket(a), stars,
Form: Rhyme
A dog of mine
Once I had a dog a rescue one
the first week she was shy and scared of the outside
After that, she was prancing about like she owned the house
tyrannizing other dogs on the road.
She had her bed in the hall but didn’t like that
when she was sure I was asleep, she jumped up on the sofa
If I got up at night, she hurried back to her blanket
pretending to be asleep, but her ears betrayed her.
One day I noticed a daft from the kitchen door, not a good
a place for a dog.
I moved her blanket, a thick woolly one, to the sofa
She looked surprised like she had not been there before.
For the next thirteen happy years, the sofa was her bed.
Categories:
blanket(a), allusion, anger, anti bullying,
Form: I do not know?
This high, half-hidden, churchyard
Where coldness and rain find a home
And the nightfall is welcomed at twilight's end.
The lament of the deafened, defining the dusk,
And complecting its blanket, a chilled shielding shroud ~
A poet lies sleeping alone in her cot.
But verses are silently wrested away
Brilliantly noiseless not rhyming nor free:
And how the wind whistles here all about.
Then, strangely, disturbing the shadowless eve
A voice, a beseeching, may softly be heard.
O' Sylvia, Sylvia, why for art thou here?
Categories:
blanket(a), dedication, grave, memorial, poetess,
Form: Free verse
I have my red electric blanket, a real joy.
My husband has his baby mattress frog
Kitty has her fluffy big-eyed baby toy.
A stuffed headless tiger is comfort to our dog.
Supper fed and comfortable, we live our life our way.
We curl up in our spots, in front of the television set.
Kitty keeps her baby close at hand, but what can I say?
Now there is another headless animal thanks to Big Gray.
Big Gray is a puppy, and a professional chewer for sure.
He does not understand boundaries, but his heart is pure.
If he goes after Kitty’s baby, there will be the devil to pay.
So, I keep my eyes open, whenever Big Gray heads that way.
Categories:
blanket(a), 4th grade, 5th grade,
Form: Rhyme
The Rise and Fall of it all
The corruption of power rises to the top, it stays awhile like an unwanted visitor and eventually falls in a mighty way and is yesterday’s news.
Beautiful leaves in glorious grandeur glorify the one who made them, shining with all their might, in artist’s-coloured hues,
One week later, shrivel and crinkle beneath the feet of a travelling hiker, fallen in a heap, brown and discarded on the bottom of his shoes.
The natural beauty of youth rises to display the perfection of one with perfect skin hair and shape and no weight to lose,
While aging has ravaged a body leaving a twisted, wrinkled grey haired mess of one who remembers a better day… a very cruel muse!
The hope of a new sunrise peaks through the darkness and rises high in the sky setting before me new possibilities to choose
Then darkness slowly covers like a blanket, a smothering blackness that forces the descending light to lose.
The rise and fall of it all and pondering these troubling thoughts have given me the blues!!
Grace Daub written September 23, 2021
Categories:
blanket(a), muse, repetition,
Form: Rhyme
It's that time of year once more,
Where we gather with family and loved ones.
With the glow of the tree lights
We laugh and we sing
About all the good tidings
That this season will bring
But good tidings won't arrive
For those who struggle to survive
In their box from bin
Empty from the gift within
It's their home on the street
People walk on by without a glance
Not even a care
That this home doesn't even cover their feet
So spare a thought, or even a gift
For those out there
Who's love they want to give
But with no family, no loved ones to care
This is a burden I'm willing to bear
A blanket, a pillow or even a bed
A wish of a merry Christmas
Is all that needs said.
Categories:
blanket(a), age, angel, anniversary, appreciation,
Form: Free verse
Warm and gentle;
Cozy as a newborn baby;
Blanket a swaddler:
Embraced with open closed arms;
Surrender
Surrender
My spirit;
Surrender my soul
Oh Lord
God I just want to let you know
That I love you, I love you so
I surrender to you o Lord why because I love you so
10/14/19
Categories:
blanket(a), caregiving, dedication, devotion, god,
Form: Lyric
something to keep me afloat
Whenever I am at nought
Has become a kind of antidote
A coping mechanism of a sort
A comfort blanket, a coat
Whenever feeling distraught
Always making a constant note
Expressing my every thought
No matter how it be remote
Whether its long or its short
What ever it is I have wrote
Has always been self tort
follow on from poetry was all one write at one everything back on soup updated
Categories:
blanket(a), write,
Form: Rhyme
Why compare thee to a summer day?
What mean they with such a dull word?
Days of summer are usually gray
And hazy and overcast and blurred.
Do they mean to say you’re a kill joy,
A wet blanket, a downer, a pout…
That your feminine manners annoy,
Is that what this figure’s about?
They refer to August as “dog days.”
Are they hinting that you are like that?
And they talk about heat stroke and craze,
Do they mean you’re a nutty ol’ bat?
All of these things you clearly are not.
What they mean to say is, Wow! You are hot!
Categories:
blanket(a), romance,
Form: I do not know?
The wind gust swept the ground with a rambunctious touch
The sand blew angrily into a wide mist
Whistling chimes sound off as they are struck abruptly by the breeze
Sounds of splashing tickled the earlobe
The water slapping up against the shore as it runs aground
Comforted by a blanket, a cover, a sheet...
in the bed of the earth's playground
Seductive Nature
My mind is clear for once as I feel the temperature's touch
Categories:
blanket(a), destiny, storm, summer,
Form: Free verse
Rain fell inexorably down,
filling every ginnel and spit
'til all was a blanket, a crown,
and naught projected up from it.
Beneath were clock towers and tall
surfaces, drifting with foam,
buildings once rife with activity
now silent, no longer a home
'cept for fishes and floating debris,
hives not humming with energy,
still as a grave.
Categories:
blanket(a), rain,
Form: Verse
She bore me,
Nurtured me--- cherished me.
Danced with me in the rain.
Cried with me when I was hurt.
Cooked hot meals on cold wintry nights.
Tucked me warm at night.
Cared for me in that warm love nest.
A warm blanket, a shield against all things bad,
So no harm would befall her child.
Calmed away the fiery rage of the change,
Guided me to goodness
In the red sun of my adolescence.
Banished the tears as only she can.
Her body died, but her soul lives in my heart.
Our memories are one, and live in an eternity.
Her death is just the beginning of a new era,
Our memories will fly to the heavens and the sea.
She’ll be there in spirit; her soul will be seen,
As the sun rises, and the sky darkens,
As each new day comes, her spirit takes my hand,
Soothing away the troubles that infest my mind,
Feeling her care in the stormy torment of my strife.
That warmth, that smile--always in my life.
Categories:
blanket(a), bereavement, children, heart, loss,
Form: Free verse
Singular snowflakes spread-out
blanket a dreary barren berm
that overlooks the dormant meadow
bringing a brightness to fields of grey.
Smiles overcome me as I watch
the proud red-breasted robin
pick at pieces of weathered brush
choosing just the right one
to comfort her nesting baby.
Whistles echo out of the rustic kitchen
where a steamed up copper kettle sings
waiting patiently to pour into perfect tea.
The first sip commands my attention and
wraps tightly around me, leaving a feeling
like your precious smile on a cloudy day
Quietly I sit absorbing the peaceful morning
like the baby robin in anticipation your return
Categories:
blanket(a), beauty, love, smile,
Form: Free verse
On Wednesday nights there is action in Midtown...
A unique opportunity to serve the Lord has been found.
About a minute past dark the homeless can be seen...
They are looking for food and a good meal is their dream.
A bowl of spaghetti tastes like a banquet meal...
And to some, a hot roll is even a big deal.
The Spaghetti Man and His friends are making their rounds...
And hungry people being fed makes joyful sounds.
A blanket, a pair of socks or even a trash bag...
A clean towel is much better than an old dirty rag.
The Spaghetti Man and his friends are on the streets to serve...
Showing love and compassion without any reserve.
Jesus is with them in Midtown on a dark Wednesday night...
He is part of the team and He is making things right.
This Homeless Chef is touching a life or two...
And he covets the prayers from me and you.
TK<
Categories:
blanket(a), adventure, blessing, cheer up,
Form: Ballad
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