Long Crochet Poems

Pardon any absent adulation, bequeathed capitulation, devoted dedication, indiscretion, blabbering peroration, improper salutation or any unintended vexation if this unknown earthling sent a nearly identical message. He over-looked a small number of errors and hoped...

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The attic trunk, dirty, and oh so old
Had survived the many years untold
Sitting there midst the quiet dust
The hasp and hinges brown with rust

In the young girls’ mind she was compelled
To see what it was...

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The missus unflagging crocheting efforts as Betsy Ross incarnate

With needle in hand incorporating love
in every single crochet stitch
that's my wife
tad more'n a quarter century ago
then newlywed to yours truly
slowly, magically but inexorably
transforming skein of yarn
into...

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It wasn’t until this evening while I was sitting
in the hospital lobby watching blood pour from 
underneath my chair from the women behind me
waiting for my name to be murmured over the loud speaker
that I...

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Sweet memories of Norma
Come shining through
There are just so many
And I’d like to share a few

We’ve been very best friends
For about fifty three years
Through the ups and downs
With lots of laughter and some tears

She has...

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GOD ABSOLUTELY LOVES COLOR!!!

Have you ever really contemplated the varieties
of colors in flowers, fish, birds, animals even
the beautiful sunsets in the heaven at times?
Then why don’t we appreciate the colors GOD has
made in creating man?...

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No dear
Make the date for the tea
Friday at three
For the moon will be
At the windows
At the wee hours
And it will be the full moons
We will pick up as much as we choose
With the scarlet spoon

Monday...

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Sometimes I want to 
move freely in the wind 
and spread my wings 
Enjoy the feel of a 
summer breeze
resting beneath them
I often anticipate 
daylight tickling my 
funny bone until I 
crack a smile
as the...

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This is the letter to myself at age 13 that would eventually bring to life my poem called Life and Love.

Dear Jo,
    Today, as I near age 41, I have been granted...

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I could tell Nan’s getting bored with her knitting and crochet,  
and her interest has been waning with the C-W-A.
To think the help I offered had become a huge regret -
I introduced my Nan...

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I was in a bookshop the other week 
(I’m a bit of a second-hand bookshop freak.)
In the crafts and hobbies section I spied
an interesting Home-Made Presents Guide.
Now, I’m not tight-fisted but where’s the sense
in spending...

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"Heather"

such a tumultuous quiet discourse
crochet hooked and thinking on wheels,
the wrong turns, sometimes thoughts move
to the recalcitrant one, another tumultuous heart,
mixed feelings like heavy storm clouds move 
towards the vociferous missing one, 
who looks on...

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Matthew's latest blank key

Impossible mission, nevertheless
I take figurative aim
to craft poem without
experiencing wrathful blame
avoiding explicitly, ignominiously, specifically...
referencing mine heterosexual counterpart
that infamous she,

whom did ruthlessly claim
yours truly as her husband
snatching mine happy
go lucky bachelorhood
two dozen plus...

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After much reflection and introspection I am making an alphabetical list of the things that make me, me. I'm sure there are more that I could add, but for now this is who I am:

First...

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You’re in that special position you crochet yourself into when you hear me
coming up the steps , a whole breath between each plod of my
bare feet as they tackle the stairs with all the energy...

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What Is Happening?

Yes, the little Genie asked
What is happening?
Children aren’t being taught
To tell time,
They can’t look at the clock and
Know whether it’s one o’clock
Or it’s 10 o’clock
Who is teaching the children?
Yes, the little Genie asked
What...

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I'm up , I am awake
The night owl per se
Love thee - love thee not , that I ought to be
Up at night with the radio, tuned to 3:00 AM
Laugh a bit at that on...

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Ground edges the rim of her lipstick stained coffee mug.
Sharp eclipsed moons shine upon endless day's everlasting nights'.
Butterfly eye bandages uphold bloodshot remembers that these days of our lives; are—Weeding out the faint promise, it...

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An exuberant falcon she is, isn’t she? 
Being the aviator of my flight of thoughts.  
Cares less she to heed, whenever in adoration, I 
Do call her for a chat - she is a...

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HOW I LOVE CROCHETING....HOW IT RELAX ME SO....
EVERY TIME I USE MY CROCHET HOOK....
I'M SOMEWHERE ELSE...FAR AWAY I LOOK...
WHETHER I'M DOWN IN WONDERLAND....
WHETHER I'M IN A SILK RED GOWN,LIKE IN OUT LANDER...IN SCOTLAND....
WHETHER I'M DAY...

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A grove of magnolias perfumes the air 
as they sit absorbed in one another's avocations, 
she with her crochet and he with his collectibles 
uneasy in their pleasure in the evening of their years. 

Lawyers...

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A grove of magnolias perfumes the air
as they sit absorbed in one another's gaze,
she with her crochet and he with his collectibles
uneasy in their pleasure in the evening of their years.

Lawyers control their affairs like...

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A grove of magnolias perfumed the air
as they sat absorbed in one another's gaze,
she with her crochet and he with his collectibles
uneasy in their pleasure in the evening of their years.

Lawyers controlled their affairs like...

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s52faSuJiHg


We are all beautiful lace, one snip of the thread and we can all unravel 
better crochet our hearts to each others cotton and take care of ourselves 
for the sake of each other...

I remember...

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Dear Grand-maman,
You had such an impact in my life, especially in my formative years
You taught me how to sew at the age of three, to knit then crochet
You taught me how to read and write...

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