I’d had to simply voice it elsewhere
And didn’t forget to on it swear:
Much of what is now necessary
Is the headache of Accessory…
By far an astonishing puzzle,
To clothes compared: the ones that dazzle
A necessary accessory
Proves Accessory necessary:
In minds summoning the rosary
With its rare roles in soul nursery,
Wedding Ring- the less seen in marriage
More than Bridal Dress fueling carriage,
Hand kerchiefs for eyes in misery
For sure tears at a Cemetery
And Handkerchief Is not A Casket,
For burial less mentioned than Basket.
Categories:
kerchiefs, education, humanity, imagination, perspective,
Form: Rhyme
When I let one loose in the elevator
The monk adjacent profusely apologised
The thunder, he affirmed, gift of the Creator
Inhaling it deeply would see divine light realised
Though the mood lightened, kerchiefs were out
Trapped within, behind the moving lifts door
Embarrassed no more, mind free of doubt
I loudly requested him for an encore
31-July-2021
When I Let One Loose In The Elevator Poetry Contest
Sponsor: charles messina
Categories:
kerchiefs, funny,
Form: Rhyme
Their grinning heads cover the fields for acres
A sea of happy mini suns, welcoming us to Kansas.
We stare, amazed, having no idea this was possible.
There are photo moments and we take them all.
A gift shop sports stuffed dogs and cats,
With sunflower headbands and kerchiefs.
Everywhere we look a plate, cup, tumbler,
letter opener, Christmas ornament with a sunflower
This is sunflower hell my husband observes, so I send him to the car.
He can wait for me. I pile sunflower notepads and pens into a basket.
A lady wearing a sunflower apron, hat and socks smiles at me.
She gets closer and whispers. “Be sure and look in the bathroom.
Of course, I do and am not disappointed. Everything fancy.
Sunflower rug, sunflower chair, sunflower faucets.
I have to admit I was very disappointed by the plain white toilets.
Until I saw the sunflower toilet paper.
A woman carrying a child wearing a sunflower bib walks past.
“Where did you get it?” I ask her. She points.
Good! Sale rack! A manager comes over and offers to hold my basket.
When I get home with the bib I remember my youngest grandchild is five.
Categories:
kerchiefs, flower,
Form: Narrative
Branches frosted in ice
Wonderland magic waiting in awe to thaw
Pink blossoms ready to surpass hibernation
Spring in their timeless steps
Candle wax waned
The Little Drummer boy back in his box
Wrapped in kind tinsel for resurrection
Illumination darkened
Nutcrackers remain
Shells of Christmas foreshadow and abandoned
Reality calls for beating another lonely retreat
Granny back at the nursing home
Outsourced happiness
Spoon fed dribbles ooze onto parched kerchiefs
The turnings of life confined to a wheel chair
Business fast as usual
Reindeers on holiday
Santa's temporary visa faded and expired
An immigrant nurse from foreign shores
Gives love and caresses
Crossroads once more
New Year is dawning to the spin of the earth
The token Jesus nailed and forgotten leaves
A silhouette on the wall
Another chance wasted
Forgotten resolve scripted in blood and in vain
Soldiers will march again for irreverent fortune
Guns frosted in ice
27th December 2019
Categories:
kerchiefs, creation,
Form: Free verse
Sunny outside,
simply the sun,
yet men look at it
then sing.
I do not know the sun,
I know only an angel’s melody
and the fiery exhortation
of the last breath.
I know how to shout ’til dawn
when death alights, naked,
on my shadow
I weep beneath my name
I wave kerchiefs in the nigh
as boats thirsting for reality
dance with me.
I hide my fears
to mock my morbid dreams.
Sunny outside,
I, clothed in ashes.
Categories:
kerchiefs, allegory, dark, death, depression,
Form: Free verse
Senior citizens
Crated in old people’s homes
Discarded denizens
Wrinkled forms
Pivotal during heyday
Generating national growth
Beyond payday
Bestowing cloth
On backs of offspring
Pouring sweat day and night
Zip in their gait and spring
Delight and sunlight
In hearts of extended families
Fountains of love and generosity
Inspiration for hallowed homilies
Wellspring of wisdom in the city
Senior citizens houses built
From scratch
Committed to the hilt
From a rural hut with thatch
Where senior citizens originated
Trekking hundreds of kilometres
Sunshine baked and incinerated
Through bush path nanometers and metres
Feet aching
Parched tongues
Future taking
Mustangs
Searing heartache
When senior citizens forsaken
Monumental mistake
Faith shaken
Time
To reconsider
Importance of the dime
To consider
Values and beliefs
That pride of place accord to the aged
In kerchiefs and handkerchiefs
Rummaged and foraged
To honour the old
Held in high esteem
To withhold
Neglect in family fabric, team and stream.
Categories:
kerchiefs, poems,
Form: Free verse
Some dreams of my youth
Couldn’t come with me
To this strange world
It was not for them
They lay scattered along the road
Or hanging from the twigs of trees
Like little kerchiefs
I went away
There was no time to lose
I look back and see them
In fragments of other dreams
Like loves that were never mine
Categories:
kerchiefs, life
Form: Free verse
August sun,
Leaves smell of heat,
You can hear the holly hocks turn to seed.
The pile of trimmed twigs snap as they dry.
Sister paints the cross pieces
The top of the board
The flat
And the underside
I come behind and paint the broad, flat boards
With long strokes up and down,
Back and forth.
Paint drips on my hand.
Hair tied back in kerchiefs,
Hot,
Sweaty,
The paint smells hot as the sun dries it.
Huckleberry Finn’s fence,
But Daddy had girls.
Categories:
kerchiefs, adventure, childhood, family, father,
Form: Free verse