Keres and Erinyes
they shall stand there
unashamed
proud and rich
with the thought of
being pleasing to the eyes
the Caruncle of men shall
twitch in amazment
and the caruncles of women
shall revert to
the days of there yougth
as they shall exercise
wear the apparel
of gods!
They shall be models
to those who shall envy
there bodies.
They shall lust for
unobtanable persons who
are way beyond there scope
of understanding.
Might the religons of men
make them Deitis to
be worshipped.
Might the beleifs of sages curse
there wants as lust.
These clothes shall
make all wish to be the persons
they see
Calm the Shores were rough waters
are. Calm the shores were they sweell
in uncertainty.
Categories:
fabrics, art, culture, fashion, marriage,
Form: Ballade
1950’s poodle skirts made a brief come back.
kids in the eighties thought it was funny, a fact.
my own daughter had some scotty dog clothes too
not knowing they were old, thinking they were new.
I half expect those smock tops of the seventies to return.
and the mushroom kitchen appendages – vases for your fern.
nancy sinatra’s white boots have made a resurgence at school.
they are worn by a teacher who clomps around like a mule.
someone said to me last week “Polyester will never return”.
we had to threaten that material, and finally match it to burn.
it will show up one of these days as a trampoline or something.
nothing is ever new, said the fabric-studying-professor king.
Categories:
fabrics, fashion,
Form: Rhyme
Khaki has never other fabrics liked:
It has even their wearer’s bodies disliked,
Their forgivable flaws, their blunders hyped
And their names and their nicknames mistyped!
Sometimes you hear, “Like onions slice them!”
And begun a solving of what wasn’t a problem;
Bound to uncannily unfold
What Plain Malice does hold …
By then, it would be fanciful
To ask your questions – A roomful:
‘What and what next shall happen?’
And whether or not blades shall sharpen …
It shall have been a busying with fiction
By the time we triggers eschew from ruction
Khaki has seldom The Plain clothes liked
And has, indeed, other fabrics spiked;
Often through insistence on Inaction
And treatment of either as a faction.
Categories:
fabrics, bullying, military, people, violence,
Form: Rhyme
wast it love
woven or well knitted
fabrics that cover the corves
of her beautiful body
the liquiers of these men
shall make words easier to pronounce
thus might we sing nightstrummed
to the audiences of
people
those who wish to hear lyrics of love
Categories:
fabrics, art, beach, beauty, character,
Form: Ballad
So softly tied the fabrics thread
Though no silk nor satin bound,
Tightened sweet in coloured folds
All knitted in symmetry
The woolen shades of edges rimmed
In tune with that instilled,
The complexity of nature itself
Is held to the miracle created
Softly trimmed our fabrics thread
Still no silk nor satin bound,
Tightened sweet in colored folds
Knitted in symmetry
By m.norton
Categories:
fabrics, emotions, family, friend,
Form: Ballad
Watch and observe
The cast and crew;
See something brew
~~~~~~~~~
Sunday Times
Tells a story;
Sip coffee cuppa
~~~~~~~~~
There are just laws
Beyond our touch;
See beyond flaws
~~~~~~~~~
Evening settles
Wet rains configure;
Window view blurry
~~~~~~~~~
One and only
Unknown fantasy;
Joy celebrates
~~~~~~~~~
Old neighbour sighs
Knee surgery wound;
Painful healing
~~~~~~~~~
Our home private chef
Three Michelin stars;
Gourmet meals delight
~~~~~~~~~
Two lovers kiss
Old movie magic;
In reel life
~~~~~~~~~
Moments here
Sighs bring highs;
Kind nomenclature
~~~~~~~~~
Listen now
The message tints;
Rainbow highway
~~~~~~~~~
Silence speaks
Loud and clear;
Let beauty show
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
23 November 2014
Singapore
Categories:
fabrics, change,
Form: Haiku
A steep drowning
in traffic of curves-
of legitimate sin.
It was a supergame
of exotica. Witchcraft
was playing with light-
years. Are you still
hosting the life ? In
cracks and crevices of pain ?
Very methodical. You were
devouring the death to
become immortal. Were
you serious about bount-
eous harvest ? Your alma mater,
where you wrote your first poem.
Satish Verma
Categories:
fabrics, art,
Form: ABC
Fabrics of Words
We are the weavers, the weavers of words…
Our tools in trade are inventive pens in hand
With these tools we create yards of unique blends
as colorful threaded words are created from within
and woven into the fabric of our creative world.
We are the weavers, the weavers of words…
With closely woven strands of soul we spin our wares
Blending from our senses and lifes golden threads
Some soft, some rough, some marked with tears
All found in the cloths of our creative world.
We are the weavers, the weavers of words…
We ply our trade on the eyes of like minds
We spin our verse yards and send them soaring
across the miles of wires and signals sharing
our art with other writers weaving words
By: Debra Squyres, 2/01/13
Categories:
fabrics, art, on writing and
Form: Free verse
my chantilly heart
spooled by your burlap embrace --
simple blessings twine
Categories:
fabrics, happiness,
Form: Senryu