Long Muslin Poems

POTD 9th April 2018

Synopsis -
A story of selflessness without jealousy or rancor that is often evident through the ages in all walks of life, even in modern times. 

She’s a queen who sees her lover...

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It is an unseasonable March day.
My kitchen blinds are drawn against morning sun,
their slender slats like new skin protecting the body's vital organs;
eyelids before this rose-covered tablecloth as though the blooms
are the pale larvae of...

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If I was God
I'd be angry with the world
I'd be angry with Christians
Because I told them 

How to overcome the world's problems
first they were to go out into the world
and become fishers of men
then they...

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...But Mains just shrugged, then said, “Let’s go.”
offered the wrists to his bandittos.
Two of them led the man away,
Diaz fumed more watching him go.

Denied the chance to see him beg,
denied the chance to drink his...

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White rabbits in the clouds again, and other things I cant explain,
Like washing drying in the sun, and white lace curtains being spun,
And faces smiling through the lace, soft voices from another place,
That ask me...

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I am "Black",and I do not blame all of my misfortunes on "The White Man"!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Look in "The Mirror",and realize: and see what you yourself have done to "Help or Hurt" anyone!!!!!!!!   ...

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Women of the Word

Some wore finest linen –
 Others wore wool; 
Some wore the silk of royalty – 
 Some wore cotton, some muslin;
Some were called to great things – 
 Others walked with sorrow
Some...

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Fruit vendor John was polishing his pomegranates
The green piece of clean poplin was kissing warmly
He once rubbed the pinkish crust with the soft cloth 
Would then look at it with a mild pomegranate-care 
Is he looking himself...

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You suppose mold and place heavy on my head your expectations of greatness
It shines in a young easily influenced mind that this is it, I am ultimate
I am power, respected and queen 
With gold on...

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Now search the song of roof-making
The consolation of a slow day-
Romantic body of the Olive Barb in sight
Of Bioscope smeared colorful childhood-
Is the Cheerful voice. 

Now in the cataract 
The hum of flying flies-
The wonder...

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I walk through thin veils
of colored light and carefully
tread upon gleaming shards 
of precious glass -
broken and neatly scattered 
upon arctic bathroom tiles.

Each sliver reflects
a single piece of your 
perfect anatomy.
An arm, a leg, an...

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Enter your grave, as though a pilgrim, full of smile,
Within satin muslin decked coffin, sleep peaceful,
May death, the deathless (?), feel ashamed of his sly guile...!

Tomb, the womb of nature, has its grandeur and style,
Ask...

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Tremble at this door child but do not come in yelled the Quent   
she an ogress at the end of her wits wearing muslin and flint   
was only looking for a...

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He does not answer when I speak,
     the severed head in the picnic basket,
nor do the swarming flies on the muslin sack,
     buzzing on the dried blood,...

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Needle by needle
The tunes for the fiddle
Press by press
The pink caress
The up and down
The silky gown
Sideways too
The silky hue
The muslin sheen
The fluid violin
The orange sun
With love spun
The slippery satin
The tender teens

The roof grows crack
The burlap...

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Pour milk into vats, let it sit overnight;
the cream will be rising until it’s just right
and can be skimmed off to make butter. Now warm
the milk gently up so you do it no harm.
Add whey...

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CRAZY QUILT MADNESS

crazy quilt madness,
sewn onto muslin squares.
nothing square, about these cool croppings.
left over scraps become something unique -
beautiful, with buttons and floral encryptions -
forget me - knots.

crazy quilt madness,
my life’s serene lift of lived-in...

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I loved you to death, because I loved you.
I followed your every waking step and 
gnawed at your every private thought. I gifted 
you my silences and then savaged you my words. 

I suffocated your...

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You live in sapphire-decked castles. You wear soft muslin clothes.
The snugness of mundane wealth, like the termite, eats you up.
Though you care less for God, in his name, you dare to take oaths.
With your vanilla...

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in white muslin she is laid out
Neruda’s Page read 
in her last light 


a white dermis that once rippled,  
to hold within each pore a kiss of life
once breathed in blood and sweat 
was...

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On the moist lips of a fragrant rose,
I found her in a precarious state;
Shivers ran through her lithe frame.
An icy chill and the hesitant drops 
Of rain drenched her muslin robe.

She was fragile, I thought...

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All in Good Time
Sara L Russell, 28/2/14, 00:30

Given time
the inner eye of memory sees with softer reverie,
as through a muslin curtain; softly veiled and far away -
and how temptingly tranquil seem the waters of the...

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The stars are lighting up dusk’s aftermath
With a million Christmases’ twinkling light
Tiny dots to be connected in a serigraph
Covering the earth with a dome of white
To show us the Milky Way’s chalky path.

A full moon...

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Three day's journey from Coachella to Paradise,
felt like adding beauty to my day, and you did.
Pretty painted toes peek from muslin wool socks,
all your nametag revealed: Hello, my name is...

Once looked at me wondering am...

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With sweet incline her ear is on dawn's arrival 
even if night reigns by day, she has no rival
only the morning contains her birthing vine 
Her ear is on dawn's arrival with sweet incline'

Dolce Amor...

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