Hankies Poems | Examples

Memories by hankies

Embroidered
Lacy
Dainty

Borrowed
Bridal
Blue

Oversized
Plaid
Daddy’s

Grandma’s
Perfumed
Sneezing

Memories by Hankies

Cadence

linger-longer
wait-a-while
to perceive
the cadence in a smile
echoing a beat of heart 
in a chest of draws
with namesakes
hidden
under the knickers
hankies 
scarves and socks.

Laura’s Store

Laura is a shopkeeper
Who’s selling many things
From  a plastic dovalacky
To brilliant diamond rings

She’ll unload on anyone
Just anything that’s handy
An umbrella coloured blue
Or sticky sugar candy

Incase your feeling teary
Hankies you can buy
Or maybe feeling hungry,
Ham sandwich she’ll supply

Looking for one item?
Coming out with more?
Probably now you’re penniless 
From entering Laura’s store

Hankies

Hankies

Hankies grow best in 
damp acres.

Slang Footles for Male Names: Part 3

Always Prepared

Ready 
Freddy

The Untamed

Feral
Ferril

What’s in Frankie’s Pockets?

Frankie’s
hankies

Patriotic Guy

Yankee
Frankie

Of the highest Quality

Fraser’s
razors

Small Eater

Grazer
Frazer

The Warlock

Pagan
Fagin

The Brilliant One

Star Glow
Fargo

Something’s About to Happen to Him

Herald
Gerald

Poet

The bard
Gerard

The Mimic

Parrot
Garret

Who Needs Pudding and Pie

Georgie 
Porgie

Good Grief!

Lordy,
Gordy!

Best Things in his Garden

Gerrett’s
carrots

The Stoic

Steely
Greeley

What People Always Say to Him

Really,
Greeley?

The Generous One

Sharin’
Garen

Thrill Seeker

Gnarly
Harley

So Angry

Snarly
Harley

Embittered

Soured
Howard

Not Brave at All

Coward
Howard

What’s in Henny’s pocket

Henny’s
Pennies

The Pest

Vermin
Herman

What Herman Gives Each Sunday

Herman’s
sermons

Why Can’t He Just Stay Home?

Roamer
Homer

Better Than Ice Cream
 
Sherbet
Herbert

Get Him Band-aids

Howie’s
Owies

Nonsensical

Phooey
Huey

Always Amazed

Wowie
Howie

The Overly Sentimental One

Gooey
Huey

Suzie Q Anteater and Ms Gerbil

Mrs. Suzie Q. Anteater will take the lead, Ms. Gerbil said.
If I try to take over she might thump me hard on the head.
We did not know what she was talking about, what did she know?
We saw them parading down to town, going kind of ploddish and slow.

I told you she’d take over, Ms. Gerbil’s eyes seemed to say.
This made us laugh a little bit into our hankies that day.
Mrs. Suzie Q. Anteater is the mother of eight or nine.
You’d best do what she says and stand straight in her line.

A Tissue

A Tissue is a paper hanky,
That isn't very strong.
If you have a heavy cold,
It will not last you long.
One nose blow is all these hankies need,
To become useless,
And flutter in the breeze.
Fluttering in the breeze,
Causing ailments and disease.
It is a mortal sin,
Not to throw these hankies in the bin.

        ATISHOO!

No Limit To Our Cravenness

I watched a sparrow go mad
Right in front of me

It charged a red bush like a bull to a matador
To build a spring nest in November

Head first through the air
It smashed into the branches
Shaking and breaking its tiny bones with fury

Weaving the straw of this insanity
Into something more familiar
Beneath its wings and hoofs

As the summer-like day cooked
The record books

They’re not telling the truth

On Fox News or across the AM dial
Or from the pulpit of Reddit and Energy
They’re just making money money money money money

Maintaining those ratings tithings and paychecks

Audiences waving their white hankies

Ole’ ole’ ole’!

Seasons

Watch the garden grow, the flowers bloom, 
the trees sparkle, laden in pink blossom. 
The dew dropped grass, the clear, sunny morns, 
Hear the nightingale's beautiful, spring call. 

Sunscreen at the ready, sand baked between toes. 
Sandals, bikinis, hats sprawled upon the beach. 
Dipping in the icy sea, a kayak through the caves. 
Surfing at sunrise then fishing for a fry up.

The whisp of autumn's breeze, a flurry of orange. 
Crunching leaves in wellys, hunting for chestnuts. 
Sunsets dazzling their natural firework display,
Over fields of corn, soon harvested and rolled. 

Sniffles in the cold wind, hankies at the ready. 
Nights spent cuddled by the log fire in pjs. 
Families unite to play indoors on colder nights, 
singing songs to mark the turning of new year.

05.09.2020

Dainty Explained

dainty
prissy lacy
sweet embroidered hankies 
pretty Easter hats small white gloves
dainty

Daddy's Girl

Only a father could light up her face
only a father could bring her joy.
Tired as he was, as he plodded to the door
courage stern within.

Not old enough to do better
not old enough to stifle her cries
the day she woke up
and never to see him ever again.

She wept as if the sunless clouds
looked endless and cold
never knew she'd wet her hankies for him
desired story unsought.

Wished a star appeared tonight
from where she sat in his musk-scented corner
she knew he's watching her
she knew she will always be her daddy's girl.

© 2019 Maricris Cabrera

Red Is So Important

Fire hydrants, fire trucks and firemen's faces
After they have been heated up
Chocolate heart boxes, and the prettiest roses
Some of the most fragrant tulips

Ruby jewelry, all sparkly and haughty
My favorite boots, my checkered shirt, my brick oven
An artist once told me without a splash of red, art is not art
I do not know about that, for I favor orange, which is red with the sun

Red umbrella with orange cats, red dog collar, red french fry holder
Valentines, and Santa Claus, Christmas stockings trimmed in green
Best of all, my mother's red stove in the early 60's
Which no one else bought because all other stoves were white

She did her whole kitchen in red and everyone loved it
Pizza Huts, and Christmas lights; all in reds.
Bulls and red hankies, clowns and red noses.
What would we do without red? How would we know to stop?

Suddenly Swans

Elephant with crooked tooth
and I did not know they had them
Lion cub in drag
funny to everyone but the cabaret master
prancing around in my thought waves
taking me hostage

Duck-billed platypus 
with attitude from Hades,
wearing pink top hat
with glitzy yellow band
unnoticed in this parade 
of misfits, even by me

Suddenly swans glide by,
piloting Boeing 747’s, 
waving red hankies from cockpits.
Where is this picnic anyway,
I ask my muse who laughs
but refuses to answer.



Written April 20, 2019
Contest: Suddenly Swans
Sponsor: Maureen McGreavy

Sign of the Times

SIGN OF THE TIMES

Stones will be thrown down. The temple succumbs like Lazarus.
  Inconceivable evil hurled inside and outside satan’s circle.
Good perceived as bad and the reverse a similar fact.
  Noah’s days before our rainy eyes, hankies blowing it.
Other christ, the false one, the devil incarnate arrives.
  Feast of beasts will turn the world upside-down in defeat.
Torrential weather, hate and great distress to impress.
  Heaven looks on in horror but not surprised.
Evening becomes the norm without moon or stars.
  The persecutions worse and worser, God’s children cry, wanting
It to end sooner than later, having suffered and died, blood
  Mixes like a cultural conglomerate - we knew the rat race
Eventide, on its plenipotentiary screeching wheel, couldn’t
   Survive but for Jesus Christ — His victory secured at the cross.

4/22/2018

The temple in line one is Jesus. In the final line His victory.

Sky View From the Q E

SKY VIEW FROM THE Q.E.

Dark grey squalls 
glide off of Hamilton Bay
trailing snow
look like old time proper ladies
their dainty booted feet
stirring up a wake
of frothy silken finery.

one behind the other
they file toward the escarpment
dropping crystal lace hankies
in coy consent

“I am approachable”,
the squall ladies whisper
“the hour is late
my mood so melancholy”,
as their cold breath 
caresses the cheek.

a pale sun breaks through
shafts of light reflect 
from delicate flakes of snow
appearing as though 
finest gauze wedding veils
drift to earth

earth sleeps 
awaiting Persephone
time between white velvet comforter
and a lacy leafed wrap
exposes her bones.

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