Herringbone Poems - Poems about Herringbone

...Ascending full moon brightens cobalt sky, herringbone bough shapes silhouette design. Tinsels on sea waves pave moonbeam light-way. #3......

Continue reading...

...I absconded with reader rabbit (Peter), to celebrate Saint Patrick's Day Ah Sheik Hog - Ho! One "FAKE" Wingman think Monty Python's Flying Circus skittering on thin ice - Skidamarink a dink......

Continue reading...

...I absconded with reader rabbit (Peter), to celebrate Saint Patrick's Day Ah Sheik Hog - Ho! One "FAKE" Wingman think Monty Python's Flying Circus skittering on thin ice - Skidamarink a dink......

Continue reading...

...A DOG CALLED BLUE We had this dog once; We all called him “Blue,” Was great Especially around our cattle, When living on the farm, “Blue” was in his element; When bringing in the herd On t......

Continue reading...

...I learned to embroider. And it was fine. Herringbone stitch. Tah Dah Tah Dah! I learned to crochet Bah Bing. Bah Bing. Truly thought I had found my thing. I learned to dance. Hooray! A......

Continue reading...

...I absconded with reader rabbit (Peter), to celebrate Saint Patrick's Day Ah Sheik Hog - Ho! One "FAKE" Wingman Flying Via O'hare To Dublin y'know Cuz, The Leprechaun within me, seeks young spr......

Continue reading...

... Below an aching sky of herringbone ... Enfolded deep within a gamboge glen, An old man sat recalling what had been Unto the summe......

Continue reading...

...Long, the shadows with morning dew Herringbone clouds like gossamer lace Airbrushed above on the blazing blue Blooming as morn on ......

Continue reading...

...HERRINGBONE HEMMED Surely she was a tailor born Altering me with her alluring nature And silken thread coaxed through the eye of a needle Each stitch rich in rewards of grandeur Every inch sew......

Continue reading...

...HERRINGBONE HEMMED Surely she was a tailor born Altering me with her alluring nature And silken thread coaxed through the eye of a needle Each stitch rich in rewards of grandeur Every inch sew......

Continue reading...

...The eagle smiles sharply Smartly He knows my need of gently stroked wings Amidst shift shaping rocks I am barely a translucent bubble Blown through a Childs hoop Wavering and lost in just one Solitar......

Continue reading...

...Gathering odd bits and scattered pieces I lay on silken sheets of pristine white, a soft, lavender scent, aired, releases ... daily sorrows and fears of painful night. Rising on an astral cord, I hov......

Continue reading...

...The sun drenchs and heat soaks the air. It throbbs with fumes. The drivers of the three wheeled, canvas covered taxi’s curse, beep, and press their way between motor cycles with garishly clad ri......

Continue reading...