Long Cardigans Poems

*** How Lady Learned at Last ***

For decades, Lady daydreamed, wanting a full closet,
A packed, complete fashionable style:
Shoes to hats, to crown the French Bob
Of shinny, brunnette tresses above her hazel eyes.

There’d be gauzy blouses...

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majesty
absence 
cacophony 

Meditation

10:38 PM
i fall asleep
too easy;
close my eyes
craving
the chance to bask
in your majesty 
and open them in some 
strange world 
where agony
and loathing
run amok
along weakly-lit
backstreets 
that smell of burning 
candy floss
and the putrid scent
of...

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I entered the hotel dining room and sat at my table for an early breakfast, watching the rain pelting against the windows, overlooking the River Clyde. Conversation was limited; more audible the clinking of crockery...

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By Robert J (Bob) Moore © 2016

I am a British soldier, been a soldier all my life
and back home in England, I left 2 kids and a wife
now I’m outside Sebastapol, with Cardigans Brigade
waiting to...

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when the sun finally shines its last hot beams of
annoying rays down upon the slimy suntan-lotion-saturated 
bodies &
the convertibles get taken back in the garages &
the vast groups of lame ass motorcyclists who drive only...

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I visited my grandparents today.
Their home has never changed
in all the years I’ve visited
since my life began.

The white ceiling is stained
in shades of orange and peach
from the tobacco pipe
Jim puffs on with grandeur.

The smell put...

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Happiness is scattering herbs of kindness,
   watering weathered willows in the wilderness.

Happiness is following lavender streaks of twilight~
  gliding across cerulean skies, so bright.

Happiness, a synonymous noun for my precious son,
 ...

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There's more rust in my joints than ever.
My bones sound like an old screen door,
and my knees predict the weather
better than any app.
Give me elastic waistbands, soft slippers,
and the creak of a recliner
that groans every...

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It was a frozen winter made for cardigans and hot toddies 
she my mother, my first teacher, was feeling sad 
about what  she couldn't say for she could not recall  
I sat by...

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Into the lane
come wind, impetuous rain.
Trees are now a threat,
gesturing wildly, angry,
promising to snap,
eager to pounce,
to crush in an embrace
of leaf and crusty bark.

The village fête, though,
is like the show:
it must go on,
it must go...

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Almost had me lost in the dream of life,
Once more I was frost in the doubtful glove,
Forgotten in the center of the oldest strife,
“So what is the use of falling in love?”

“There is no reason...

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FEELING   THE   COLD


Starting to feel the cold
After all these years
Always had warm hands
Wife called me  hot water bottle
Her personal nuclear reactor
She has cold feet? cold hands?
No problem -  just...

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The season of autumn is the time for a fall
So I fell in October, I gave you my all
You caught me and smiled and I kissed your sweet lips
Crisp air and sweaters and your softly...

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Shortest day, longest night 
Celebration of light
Glistening ice and snow
Temperatures low
Bare trees
Ponds freeze

Dress warm
Long sleeve uniform 
Cardigans and sweatshirts 
Goodbye mini skirts
Silk and wool 
Indoor pool

Soup and stew
Don’t misconstrue 
Wish Bread
Glaze spread
Cinnamon and cloves 
On...

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Ivory: The astonishing purity of pain, how it is altered from a mere sensation.

Precious, innocent soul
Open thy eyes,
For this world is
Abounding in lies.

There is no 
Place like home,
Yet, the tombs 
Feel seamless.

Those old cardigans,
Might haunt...

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