Long Mohair Poems
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"Electric Boobs and Mohair Shoes"
Furry feet
slide across your
shiny floors
smiling cheshire teeth
incandescent
electric boobs and jets
there you sit
blown away... again,
kitty winked
a bachelor
forensically
degreed
brain open
not yet spent
(LadyLabyrinth/ 2020)
“Benny & the Jets”, Elton
https://youtu.be/V5zFpctrgjs
“It’s always the last poem…”
Anonymous
"Last call Minsky's...
Piano Bar, Freedom Keys..."
Anonymous
1. Cheshire Cat.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cheshire_Cat
2. Lewis Carroll
2a.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lewis_Carroll
2.b
https://www.smithsonianmag.com/arts-culture/lewis-carrolls-shifting-reputation-9432378/
3. Lorena Liddell
https://news.artnet.com/art-world/was-lewis-carroll-a-pedophile-his-photographs-suggest-so-237222
4. Alice Liddell
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alice_Liddell
5. Minskys Piano Bar.
6. Forensic.
7. Another Story. x 2, plural.
8. Orderly...Street. Lewis.
.
yuh can't just
walk in on me like that
sit down girl
take thuh rest uv
your yourn
your
cheeze cloth off
it'll only stick to that
mohair
shhhhhh
now whut's
this
ooops
hi eve ( ')
remember amber
i were just admire'n
hern
"let me see edvard'
'mhm'
'you get up
early girly"
she were just leaving
eve
"I'll help her with
her hisss
her
veery pretty mhmm
see thru
frock"
"Okaaay
By Edie
by
Eve honey"
* ') amber'z only allow'd tuh deliver
thuh eggz on thuh porch from
thence on ,)>
Mutant metronome’s
stygian riddle
inscrutable fixation
spuming
clustered clairvoyance
honing snoopy
quest querulous
quicquidlibet
tamper connived
sinewy stratagem
plimsoll plot
“sneaker” of
wily webfooted
nefarious nudge
at
tenebrific toll
maple smoke
screen screed
clandestine
cobwebs cohere
mohair marinated
muddle
subdued thespian
herringbone hoodwink
skewed camouflage
perused pearl
inveigling
skulduggery rife
underscored cadence
persuasive
percussive rattle
ubiquitous underbelly
prop to
dodgy dialogue
muted ritardando
silhouette streak
dangling magnet
mired in
gauche guesswork
subterfuge sciophobia
inkpot
amorphous machination
fiction wizards
emblazon
indices incipient
embryo empiricism
mouldering
cabinet coterie
spookish svengali
minatorial
repercussions
incurvate
sniffer dog
detective
poirrot’s prognosis
clouseau contingency
that
rivetting mystery
[Poet’s Note : this is a wry autobiographical memory written in traditional pirouette verse viz. 2 quintains, line 5 & 6 repeat, which is the toe turnaround. I wanted to write a narrative of a weird syncopated vignette, when I was knitting a pink mohair jersey at the time of my imprisonment. I reduced the narrative to a pirouette. When in prison, one of my interrogators was knitting the EXACT jersey in the exact colour & exact wool ! ie. in the final analysis, (in retrospect) everything in human life can be reduced to a pirouette, a turn-around dance ! ]
knitting a pink jersey
mohair with cables fine
to process flying thoughts
political activist
south africa turmoiled
south africa turmoiled
security police
came with casspirs and cuffs
interrogation chamber
police knit jersey pink
~~~~~~~~~
I remember you holding me in your arms
Rocking me gently while singing lullabies
I remember when you lived a short walk away
Relatives were local and get-togethers were the norm
I remember your amazing purple mohair sweater
You knit exquisitely and wore so gracefully
I remember your scented creams and signature ring
I never grew tired of holding your hand
And telling you how much I loved you
I remember watching in awe your bedtime routine
As you meticulously undid your braided coif
Dropping your soft wavy hair to your waist
I remember you never missed Sunday mass
And held on to that glow throughout the week
You knew about plants with their healing powers
Neighbors came to you for answers and advice
I remember how you would scrape savings for travel
Always working in visits to friends who had moved away
I remember the aroma of the pies you baked
After tireless hours of quilting, sewing, weaving
Embroidery, knitting, crocheting, and whatever else
I remember there was nothing you couldn’t do
You started tutoring me when I was three
And probably earlier as I was eager to learn
It was my favorite form of play
I remember hearing your schoolhouse stories
I’d picture a little house in a field and your teacher attire
Your turn-of-the-century class full of kids
Then I’d let you continue teaching me to read, write and count
Though I wasn’t yet of school age
I remember being uprooted and moving to the country
Leaving city life and you behind
I remember how good life was when I had you
To turn to for support and guidance
Or just for your warm bountiful embrace
I remember getting that gut wrenching feeling
That bitter call in the middle of the day
As I was told the crushing news
I would never again see, touch or hold you
How can I not remember
The inconsolable devastation that never dimmed
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~ALWAYS WITH ME~ 2020
AP: 1st place 2026, 1st place 2020
Submitted on September 26, 2017 for contest LOVE FOR MOVIE SCREEN sponsored by SILENT ONE - RANKED 2ND
A Steve Thing
More vague than unclear are each causes alibi.
I choke on sour taste as I maneuver to slide by.
Feelings bunch up, they crouch within my throat.
My tries to set them loose just causes a group float.
It’s smiles I want in greed’s own count of more.
Longings oft drown in contamination's pour
of severe thunder reared, heavily fake dank air ~~
ill aimed at my wants, soft dreaming atop mohair.
I want to make it complete,
just take this life and wrap it up,
tied all nice and neat.
BUT … my scissors edge is bland
and they shake in my hand;
… my paper is worn,
the golden edges torn;
plus, my tape won’t adhere
... oh …
say,
could I be in the wrong sphere?
HONORABLE WINNER POEM
Allpoetry June 26
Contest Prompt: Tactile
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we watch red petals on velvet couch fall
pistils are blood cells raw opened
falling on white cushion watching
grey feathers from parrot fly satin
mohair filaments shy shiver wet
eating figs we tactile break juicy
stroking —
knifed you one loaf for eight
near and far you are my star
crazed or tranquil polishing brass
fingers tactile over my belly
sailing oceans with oil spills floating
ship hull slip waters feeling cold
stroking —
fish dying as gills ooze dna crawling
king then peasant or poet, know it
I feel skin tactile eating figs sticky
weaving words regretting regression
how you escape depths, visceral mate
Persephone presses for ocean peaches
stroking —
slippery scales tactile move slimy
sailors breaking bread on a blue deck
forefingers stroke thumb touching nerves
I watch enthralled tactile oysters slipping
shore with pink shrimp crawl urging
cell membranes stretch, waves rippling
stroking —
lick it
tactile
tender
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A WELCOMING AUTUMN ARRIVES AT OUR DOORSTEP BRINGING AN ARMLOAD OF COLORS RICH AND BRIGHT. THE MYSTIFYING COLORS OF THE SUN GIVES WAY TO THE RUSSET LEAVES OF BEAUTY AS WE SPOT THE SUNLIGHT TINGED WITH COPPER BLOND AND BURGUNDY. GO AHEAD, WELCOME THE SEASON.(BREATHE)
WE FEEL THE BREEZE AS IT TOUCHES OUR CHEEK AND SINGS THROUGH OUR HAIR WITH SONGS OF AFFECTION. FALL, ITS THE PASSAGE OF TIME THAT ACTS LIKE A WARM BUFFER. A PRELUDE TO BRIGHT WINTER DAYS. (BREATHE)
DANCE IN THE LEAVES AND HUG THE BEAUTIFUL BARING TREES. THEY
LONG FOR YOUR WARM ARMS AND YOUR HUGGABLE FRAME. TRUST IN THE ADVENTURE THAT GOD'S HAS PREPARED. WALK THROUGH THE GENTLE PATH AND HUM A TUNE TO THE LITTLE SQUIRRELS AS THEY HAPPILY CLIMB, THEN SCURRY THIS WAY AND THAT (BREATHE)
FEEL THE SNUG SENSATION OF MOHAIR CLOTHING AND CHURCH YOUR
THOUGHTS ON BEAUTIFUL MEMORIES THAT TAKE YOUR BREATH AWAY
AUTUMN IS A TIME TO RESTORE YOUR ENERGIES AND HELP YOUR BODY FIND EQUALITY AND BALANCE.
A WELCOMING AUTUMN ARRIVES AT YOUR DOORSTEP, DEAR AND PRECIOUS AS YOUR OWN HEART. BE AWARE OF THE SEASON , GIVE YOURSELF A REASON TO GO OUT AND ENJOY THE CHANGES OF LIFE AND SEASON.(BREATHE)
Dreaming
Mohair goats to make yarn.
40 acres and a barn.
Trees, grass and flowers,
there is… nearly heaven here.
It is a place, we dream about.
I want to take you there.
We can ranch, and farm,
and there will be no alarm.
Just… peace and serenity.
Drive out all that is bad,
take in all that is good.
Give back all that we…
can spare!
The eagle’s nest, yet better still.
A place where only He…
has His WILL…!
God’s country, it is for me.
God’s country, it is for thee.
Come with me Cowboy,
under the star,
let’s begin a new life,
away…and a far…
Eagles Nest is a reference to a giant lot of ten acres on top of a mountain.
That is where the giant birds fly out from, each morning.
A breath soft cinnamon is early
S p r i n g
not perceived at any other time of year
when two tweeny caterpillars cling dear
to one dandelion stalk sublime —
Shy LimeLight of green opens its legs
across yellow field — no scientist can
capture such subtle sheen
daisy clean
Heart feels its mighty loom alright …
It waits tentative as pink buds peep
from cacti who were in soundless
S l e e p —
Acacia stops shedding bare brown
splints — fresh mint bleeping
Noon arrives sooner sprinkling spritely
misty loss as Winter N o r t h w a r d
farewells
goodbye to woollen socks —
lullabies fade beneath mustard mohair docks
…
Southern Spring bells with clocks
C h a n t i n g
Chiming unlock