May loved her bedspread, vintage, fifty’s, yellow chenille
Worn in many places, but it still had a magical feel
She felt the presence of the former owner of the spread too
An elderly lady who had lived to the ripe age of one hundred and two
A guardian who advised May while she dreamed and slept
Wish my own children had listened to me, the old lady wept
Bedspread and advice were so sacred to the empath, May
She had it buried with her in her coffin on her burial day.
Categories:
chenille, fantasy,
Form: Rhyme
The first king size bed was fashioned nearly two-thousand years ago,
Not by Thomasville, Broyhill or Bassett, producers that we all know.
There was no pillow-top mattress made by Sealy or Simmons for the bed,
Nor a chenille bedspread or foam pillow upon which to lay His head.
The bed was not located in a cozy Hampton Inn or Embassy Suites,
But in a lowly stable with a bed of straw sans snowy-white sheets.
The first king size bed was a simple manger for a royal destined to rule!
Born was the King of Kings whose birthday we celebrate this Joyous Yule!
Categories:
chenille, christmas, jesus,
Form: Rhyme
He gifted his girl with a doll
he brought home from every trip.
Oh, how the beauty would enthrall!
Always her heart would flop and flip.
A doll so rigid stiff and straight,
she had to have a pedestal
just to support he couture’s weight!
Her fashions were incredible.
Her essence was molded plastic.
Her hair and eye color unique.
Her formal wear was fantastic,
fairly fashioned of worthy pique.
Each doll distinct in color and dress.
A favorite, a darked-haired beauty.
Her frock of emerald finesse,
not just another frail cutie!
A collection long lost to time
as is each chenille pipe cleaner.
I cherish moments of their prime,
and their glamorous demeanor.
Categories:
chenille, emotions, fashion, father daughter,
Form: Rhyme
Chenille, my friend so dear,
Your beauty isn't only clear
Your homely appearance holds a light,
A beacon of beauty in the night.
Your personality is beautiful,
It's something that I can't forget.
Your hobbies of witnessing, I see,
Bring out the best in you and me.
FRIEND SO DEAR
SO DO CARE
ALWAYS
Your favorite place to go to is the street,
Where you find joy in the people you meet.
We have been friends for a year or more,
And I'm thankful for the friendship we store.
FRIEND SO DEAR
SO DO CARE
ALWAYS
Your age group may be adult, true,
But I'm glad I have a friend like you.
You're a companion and a friend,
And I hope our friendship never ends.
6/17/2023
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023?
Categories:
chenille, analogy, appreciation, encouraging, friend,
Form: Rhyme
Awakening near the new dawn full of joy,
[this inexplicable sense of happiness]
feeling that all is well within my soul when
gladness, like soothing water, rolls over me,
bathing me in the fresh glow of renewal.
My rituals are interrupted by song,
singing praises, for no apparent reason--
save dusty rays of golden sunlight angling
through a partially opened chenille curtain
and entering into my receptive heart.
This is not the anticipated start of
a new day, most days, I must hasten to say.
I skeptically fear the unexpected,
while hoping this sweet joy will linger with me,
coloring each aspect of my waiting day.
Categories:
chenille, joy, morning, sunshine,
Form: Free verse
Acrid smoke in the scientist’s bell jar
Blankets of chenille-covered snow
Crystalline carbon diamond star
Drips forming stalactites grow
Effervescent waterfalls’ dreams
Frothy-topped cappuccinos
Gelid surfaces of lakes and streams
Halos of angels in holy repose
Icebergs splitting from their source
Jasmine-covered pergolas in Spring
Knuckles clenched in fear or remorse
Love’s purest form sobering
Mandala patterns on frosted window
Newly-born flamboyant flamingos
Opalescent lustre of pearls on show
Pineapple-licious snow cones
Quills of the porcupines’ defense
Ringlets of great-grandparents’ hair
Steamy hot springs vapor intense
Trailing wisps of London fog air
Undulating winter foothill maze
Veils of fine tatted lace purity
Wieliczka Salt Mine passageways
Xilinous spider webs artistry
Yahrzeit candle flame in memoriam
Zephyrus ballooning sails on a whim
Categories:
chenille, angel, beautiful, snow, water,
Form: Abecedarian
~
here, within the heart’s dreams,
passion gently tugs the strings
between heaven and earth
destined quivers collect
at the corners of reality
when flesh is kissed lightly
and moonbeams through parted sheers
illumine azure eyes pleading
day becomes night
as promises wished for
satisfy in the grasp of your hand
softly caressing senses,
wallowing in the seductive scent
where warmth on a cold autumn eve
neath woolen sheets
and down feather whispers
melts upon longing lips
as wandering fingertips trace
moistened folds, chenille glistened curves,
silhouettes of desire
amidst silken sighs echoing
and eternity is more than
measured time,
but ingrained in the moments
spent as one
in the arms of love
~
Categories:
chenille, good night,
Form: Free verse
Categories:
chenille, good night,
Form: Free verse
GOOD MORNING, GRATITUDE
Just think foe a brief second,
You were given a soul and allowed to be born!
Wrapped in a soft blanket,
And with love and not a drop of scorn.
Can you recall being in your crib?
I really can!
Calling for my Mommy, and she standing there.
Smiling, with a chenille robe and long, dark hair.
All the times you skinned elbows or knees...
And you called out, "Mommy, please?"
Daddy always there to help you with math.
Mommy wrapped you in warm towels, after a bath.
Ah, such sweet meanderings we long forgot.
That we poets were once such tiny tots.
These velvety thoughts so nice to recall.
In the midst of this wondrous fall!
October 26, 2019
Categories:
chenille, childhood, growth, nostalgia, remember,
Form: Rhyme
You had to know Lucille
Every morning nothing but oatmeal
She never skipped a meal
Her favourite colour was teal
And loved to wear soft chenille
Her pet was a beautiful cockatiel
And every night drank chamomile
Out of crystal cut pinwheel
She believed life had handed her a misdeal
And stopped pretending to feel
Lucille liked things to be even keel
How things changed when she met charming Neil
Propelling his sporty automobile
Until all four tires would squeal
Somehow it was instant undeniable appeal
They were an item and a big deal
And soon became ‘Neil and Lucille’
They got to know each other piecemeal
Both actively fought to save the endangered seal
(But both love to eat fish, chicken and veal)
Both had been through their own ordeal
But that now seemed somewhat unreal
And much preferred to dawdle in the surreal
With their hearts doing somersaults and cartwheels
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Posted on March 17, 2018
Categories:
chenille, change, future, happiness, perspective,
Form: Monorhyme
© 2012 (Jim Sularz)
A stitch, a knot, a sudden tear,
some missing counts along the folds.
Her cloth was sewn in Life's fine linen,
and bordered, in marygolds.
Still monogrammed, but mostly worn,
in bold initials, RHS.
With mauve tear-dropped appliqués,
in the center, two silhouettes.
For naked she came and naked she left,
her embroidered life was sewn untold.
In pink chenille and diamond eyelets,
with resplendent marygolds!
Categories:
chenille, family, farewell,
Form: Quatrain
There lies a red chenille robe
in a cardboard box that I keep.
It is threadbare and tattered
from rocking my two babies to sleep.
Many years of rocking and nodding
are etched into that old cloth.
The sleepless night, the ring of laughter
and the joy of loving them both.
The bacon is fried. The grits are done.
The dishes are in the sink.
I'm feeding my toddlers their breakfast
and one just spilled her drink.
Runny little noses, feverish heads,
there will be no kindergarten today.
Mom is going to make it all better.
Dirty floors will have to stay.
Music recitals and basketball games
as they hurry on their way.
Wet morning kisses
as they greet a new day.
The watching of the clock
when her curfew draws nigh.
My pride in their achievements~
my pain when I see them cry~
Setting them free to become adults
was the hardest of all.
Because their are still my babies,
I want to catch them when they fall.
Soft bottoms have left their marks
and burps have made their stains.
In daydreams I'm wearing our robe
and I'm rocking my babies again
Categories:
chenille, children, how i feel,
Form: Free verse
The first king size bed was fashioned nearly two thousand years ago,
Not by Thomasville, Broyhill or Bassett, manufacturers we all know.
There was no pillow-top mattress made by Sealy or Simmons for the bed,
Nor a chenille bedspread or foam pillows upon which to rest His head.
The bed was not located in a cozy Hampton Inn or Embassy Suites,
But in a lowly stable with a bed of straw sans snowy-white sheets.
The first King size bed was a simple manger for a royal destined to rule!
A King of Kings was born whose birthday we celebrate this joyous Yule!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2014 All Rights Reserved
Categories:
chenille, christmas,
Form: Couplet
.......
robe of chenille
soft crooning comfort at her breast
robe of chenille
calmed the nightmare, softened chills
when childhood fever reached a crest
soon drifting back to midnight rest
robe of chenille
.....
In honor of Nette Onclaud's Contest: "Weave a Rondelet"
By Carrie Richards 9/13/11
Categories:
chenille, childhood, love, mother,
Form: Rondeau
Soft warmth you bestow
Watching the game or a show
Tattered chenille throw
By Robb A. Kopp
All Rights Reserved © MMX
Categories:
chenille, happiness
Form: Senryu
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