If miracles were made in the Sun
I would come and see you before the day is done
I would whisper good news in your ears
And touch the passion that has been sleeping for years
And drive out the monstrous fear
Wake up to the peace around you
for summer is smiling within you
Go shopping for your summer wear
And live the life that you always fear
Go partying on the beach, and bring
The carnival back on the street
And wear something nice above your knee
For you are going to make noise in
The street for the entire day
until the stress goes away
You will carnival in state, city, village and municipality
Until you drive the demons out of the town
Give everyone an hand Kerchief to wave and make some
Noise in the place; eat drink and be merry
According to the biblical prophecy
, you can hold the world in the palm of your hand
And the heavens will make you strong
Nature will tell you what to do for life is bigger than you
Sound the alarm in every town and dance till the mountains
Come down, and when your hearts are free you
You will slip away from the crowd and walk
With me in silence by the sea ,and gaze at your destiny.
Categories:
kerchief, america, beach, best friend,
Form: Free verse
Hiking Hannah wondered about hundreds of hikes in her wonder journals.
She's been to Kansas to see sunflowers and Iowa to see corn kernels.
Her cousin asked. Are you going to Europe- namely Italy any time soon?
Hannah's laborious notes said Saturn, Pluto,and maybe the moon.
She had the boots, the canned foods, the can opener, and the walking stick.
The heels of her boots were heavy, because they were incredibly thick.
She had seen so many marvelous things and tasted cookies, Chips Ahoy.
Next, she might concentrate on the Midwest, Maybe Omaha or Illinois.
I thought you were going to outer space, her sister Sally said to Hannah.
Hannah was fixing herself a sandwich of peanut butter, lettuce and banana.
Possibly, or maybe Canada or Mexico, she said with a little bit of sass.
First she had to get a waitress job, down at the Derby Bass.
For money is important if you want to be a hiker.
Or an astronaut or doctor or even a kerchief-wearing biker.
Categories:
kerchief, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Picky just like an old school pin up,
easily a trendsetter with scope.
Registered at first glance a star.
Strutting she knows what sells,
notorious for that catchy slogan
‘I won’t ever provide an alibi.’
Cute with a mouth that’s caustic,
kerchief in her hand style attack.
Each detail devastatingly divine.
Tantalize with the tip of a secret,
yes she’s a fastidious fantasy.
Categories:
kerchief, emotions, fashion, feelings,
Form: Acrostic
Camille in a red kerchief"
ever so 'wifley'supportive'
Monet at his impressionist best
with this intimate 'domestique 'jest
Categories:
kerchief, art,
Form: Ekphrasis
Try not to notice the stand-out babushka I was told.
I immediately whipped my face around, so big and bold.
She was really something with kerchief of green and gold.
I said not to look! Said my friend, whose face seemed old.
He is so smitten with his cat, it is almost ridiculous I know.
But he has no other relative, so he is in love with Bitsy Blow.
She wandered onto his back step one day in February snow.
I try my best to not see her, even though she has eyes that glow.
Categories:
kerchief, cat,
Form: Rhyme
More to her there than meets the eye
a hint of bare shoulder, a near-glimpse of thigh
Her golden hair wrapped in a kerchief
Tempting tongue flickers 'tween lips
Her voice like a sweet nightingale
mates with a whippoorwill's deep in the vale
She moves like a breeze o'er tall grasses
Her shadow ahead of her form
Her fragrance as fresh as the meadow
whence her virginal beauty was born
More to her there than meets the eye
Admirers take notice and sigh
Categories:
kerchief, beautiful, mystery, nature, simile,
Form: Rhyme
He had on his bibbed overalls, and his red kerchief.
Finally found his worn straw hat, with great relief.
Headed out on the water with a wave and a wish.
Heard plenty of bass making a splash or a swish.
Good luck! Said his girl, who refused to go.
She could not bear water; her fear was aglow.
She thought she might drown, but she encouraged him.
He wished she would grow up and learn how to swim.
Categories:
kerchief, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Quatrain
Good eve to you and sets the sun
Let's have some fun, stay on alert
For someone will get their just desserts
Not you though it's no piece of cake
As I had mine and ate it too
On just the other side of daybreak
But all I got for my last 5 pence
Was a lukewarm bowl of nonsense
With just a balderdash of drivel
So sweet it turned my head a swivel
A bit of mischief and baloney
Seemed phony so I spit it in a kerchief
A little gobbledygook was all it took
To turn that hogwash into rubbish
So all you had was a slice to take
Of a dollop of icing on a fake cupcake
It's almost dawn so get the check first
We can try for something hot at breakfast
Categories:
kerchief, nonsense,
Form: Rhyme
O, Mortal Goddess of the Heavens Seized,
Whose Name, pleasant, doth make my heart to quake
There’s naught I would not bravely do to please
Thee well, all wisdom, surety, I would forsake,
If only you would draw nigh unto me...
There is no better thing than that bright hope
That I, once more, may see your holy face!
There is no sand, wov’n into better rope
Than that from which I weave my perfect grace:
That I may hold thee soon against my heart,
That I, thy tears may with my kerchief dry,
That you will come to me by Heaven’s Art,
And we will bide awhile, you and I.
But if this cannot be, then I must climb
The mountains’ rocky faces, turn back time.
Categories:
kerchief, addiction, appreciation, hope, love,
Form: Sonnet
The Chalice of Night pours dark on the stair
drops of shadows that don't belong there.
Echoes of footsteps--do they signal harm?
Whispers in bushes that push our alarm.
We know spirits like to do their roaming
in quiet darkness or amid murky gloaming.
We feel their breath as it tickles our ear;
murmuring softly, they arouse more fear.
Walking alone on a deserted lane
in dark night, footfalls I cannot explain.
Is that just a bush, or something unknown?
can it be paper, or a silk kerchief shown?
Reading alone by mere lamp flame,
I hear someone whisper my name.
A step on the stair, a brush of air,
I wonder if Night is creeping in there.
At night, it's best to sit outside by fire,
gaze at stars' wonder to our heart's desire.
Release our dark fears to nightfall instead,
and leave expired mortals entirely dead!
January 19, 2022
Categories:
kerchief, anxiety, confusion, dark, fear,
Form: Couplet
Under a trellis of vines, quite evergreen
This elegant, old lady sits on a wooden porch,
Her veined fingers twist in graceful motion
Kneading hued threads from silken yarn;
As weaves of cross-stitch unfurl through dusk :
How in gentle calm, a floral pattern expands
Thickening its pattern through intricate craftwork ...
I watch grandmother extend those elbows
To connect the dots while loops of artistry
Begin to take shape, her eyes glimmering
Upon moonlit wind: I cuddle this kerchief, now
A prized token of her bridal gift...my heirloom.
.....................
~ New Poem ~ 2/28/2019
Cross Contest of Carolyn Devonshire
Categories:
kerchief, art, dedication,
Form: Free verse
Twas the night before Christmas
And try as I may
I’d never be done
By the break of next day.
The stockings weren’t hung
Hell, they weren’t even knit
And the children in bed?
No, they’re throwing a fit!
And me in my kerchief
And Kmart house coat
Was testing a Holiday
Ice Cream-tini float.
When what to my
Bloodshot eyes should appear
But my absentee husband
With two cases of beer!
His eyes, how they glistened
His laughter, how scary
His walk was zig zag
His nose a red cherry!
He spoke not a word
(We last spoke in ought-eight)
But climbed up in my trailer
Like I’d cigs on rebate.
Then laying a finger
Inside of his nose
He belched and he farted
And took off his clothes.
But I heard him exclaim
‘Ore passing out for the night,
“Merry Christmas to All!
Can I have Newport Lite?”
November 28, 2018
Categories:
kerchief, christmas, funny, humor,
Form: Rhyme
News of our examination results cheered us
Long wait we accommodated
Anticipation tinged with fuss
As anxiety our minds intimidated
Speculated
Doubting the truth
Anxiety accumulated
Sometimes sliding us South
Beside a destination to dreamland
Expecting the best
Assuming a TCZ brand
For a while could rest
Till to our disbelief
News filtered catching us unawares
Scratching on our heads the consternation kerchief
Whose fares, flares and glares
Became insignificant because with joy our hearts leapt
As reality pricked the doubt
That crept and swept
Bulk of the clout
Hitherto intact
Briefly shaken
To impact
Brethren without a reason crestfallen
Until facts filtered and altered
Scenarios where doubt dwelt
When facts our self esteem flattered
As collection of result transcript became reality well spelt.
Categories:
kerchief, poems,
Form: Free verse
Do you want me to leave you without tears?
Can I part, my beloved, without grief?
But separation drives shaft deep that sears
Thus my heart wounded dying most too brief.
Remembrance steals its way in like a thief.
Your sweet embrace is memory, yet there’s fears.
Adieu forever line is my belief;
Do you want me to leave you without tears?
For she does play the harlot sweet one hears,
And I do suffer having no relief,
Though sneering rogues give me now mocking jeers
Can I part, my beloved, without grief?
Such maledictions’ a fast turning leaf,
In life’s book warning me of sharpened spears
That try to pierce this hooded cloak all lief
But separation drives shaft deep that sears.
Her indiscretions cry to my sad ears,
A life of disharmonic notes motif.
Salacious living style that nay endears;
Thus my heart wounded dying most too brief.
Can I but take a something stellar chief
Her garter mayhaps mine to keep through years
Much better yea than countess’ lace kerchief
With wise wish my hurt brain now surely cheers
Do you want me.
Categories:
kerchief, grief,
Form: Rondeau Redouble
Oh hearken the struggle, life's gossamer threads,
The delicate sway of hope ...
Framed by churning white of Lord Neptune's might,
Faith dangles a slender rope.
Wan maiden, her savior, and a scarlet shawl,
Battered by surf and gale ...
Yet our faceless hero and his capable arms,
As sure as the damsel, frail.
Mostly monochromatic, all its tones of gray,
Save for the kerchief, red ...
While turbulent struggles around them rage on,
We center that shawl instead.
We see not the others who attend the line,
But imagine them nonetheless ...
The artist connects them with the lanyard, strong,
And so intimates their distress.
The distinctive edges and leaf-like waves
Are peculiar to Winslow's style ...
As are the rare stories his paintings tell,
That enamor us, and beguile.
While he traveled afar and painted it all,
And was a celebrated roamer ...
He loved my home state of Maine the best,
And so truly was a HOMER.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Celebration of Art Poetry Contest", Kim Rodrigues, Judge & Sponsor.
Categories:
kerchief, adventure, art, life, storm,
Form: Rhyme
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