Long Purl Poems
Long Purl Poems. Below are the most popular long Purl by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Purl poems by poem length and keyword.
"Nine Inch Nails, Ten Pins and the Purl Stitch"
She takes the cake
they offer, chewing too rapidly,
she Shrews when she speaks
I’ll beat warpath drums, she says,
no mistake
I’m a groper ... goody two shoes
she says
mouth wide open
songs problematic
she's done and she's gone
a stitch loose in the weave
drop one pearl one
dropped
gone
for kissing small bait in the shallows
she circles her quarry
bites their backs
she sits astride
the legs of a hot gripping story
sits like a monkey
begging for peanuts
she spits in comments
I'm thoroughly congruent
in moments of questionable torrent
I am all here
dear boy
dear girl
knit one
drop one pearl hooray
I am all here, here hearing
all seeing, all knowing
I throw it back
and I’ll give you
the crux of the crutch
all knowing
make no mistake.
my good god
I don’t care
I don’t care
do we care?
I don’t care.
truly I eat their sour pears,
place more wax in my ears
she throws pearls
decorously adorning
the minds of sows’ rears
left wing molting
a mouth full of feathers
right wing feeding them
she’s all knowing
bling bling bling bling
bling bling
bowling ball glowing
Ten pins
preparing minds
sharp needles
and yarns
Purl Stitch
knit one,
drop one
knit one
drop one
win
(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)
“Ram” – Paul, Linda Mcartney
https://youtu.be/dQwdanGKILI
We're so sorry, uncle Albert
But we haven't done a bloody thing all day
We're so sorry, uncle Albert
But the kettle's on the boil
And we're so easily called away
Hands across the water, water
Heads across the sky
Hands across the water, water
Heads across the sky
"Sit by my side, and let the world slip: we shall ne'er be younger."
"There's small choice in wrotten apples".
"If I be waspish, best beware my sting.”
Brimful words deny a rain
Veiling all the layers of strain.
On the wings of time wounds fly
A rage swallowed with no sigh.
One soul, of beauty a sea
For each dark, twin light I see.
When Self unleashed, strength at reach
A wisdom deserved to preach.
Brightened beats stage a warm heart
Wealth of music, words, fine art.
Invincible souls soar high
With wonderful worlds ally.
For each heart there is a home
With every pain joy would foam.
Drops of awe in silence purl
Sink a void and raise a pearl.
Climb mountains and oceans cross
A fresh Life you come across.
Their very feel the words scratch
What is inside they can touch.
Lots to see for souls to be
In a bid to be, Beauty.
December 14th, 2018
The Maker : Knit and Purl
The Maker wields the needles
of predestination and free will,
One in each strong, talented hand.
Knitting the yarn and thread of our lives
Into the fabric of time with such love.
Knit ,with predestination;
His will is done.
Purl ,with free will;
Our choices made.
Knit and purl, purl and knit,
The pattern known to Him and yet
allowed to be as it is, who it is.
It is when choice agrees with His will
That the pattern becomes
as beautiful as He intended.
Until the tapestry of lives
form who we are, why we are.
Interlocking with others,
Becoming part of the
pattern of all things.
The Enemy cuts
With sharp shears of deceit.
Maniacally ripping jagged holes.
The Maker patiently mends
With healing truth and love.
Knit and purl, purl and knit
Until we are whole again.
Form:
.
there know
were
thick
stretch'd digit
each
unto purty
hern
grow'd
fromg thuh
bubble unto
wand
knit one
purl two
bootiez for ourn you
l'il
A MEDLEY OF MONOKU
a tarnishing of golden years – the murmurings of madness
homeless amid the rubble – the acrid stench of flames
knit one, purl… three kittens – one ball of yarn
a darkened window – separation
too good – too soon – too bad
streetlights and snowflakes – pixilated mirage
table for one – check please
in the midst of plenty – the alleys lie
cold terror - silence – screaming in the darkness
obsession’s deadline – three nips until noon
questions without answers – battery failure
sad bells call the faithful – unaware they are not
failure – potential, rotting on the vine
cur dogs – an angry mob – feeding off each other
©12/22/2017
John G. Lawless
Into the mystic and blue water purl
I watch in motion season’s changing guard,
and rising ocean drafts its far depths swirl
up silica sandstone cliffs steeped and scarred.
Where silver eucalypts shadow the sea,
and apple blossom in pink clusters soon
shed soft petals till fruit hangs from its tree -
and chrysalis to butterfly cocoon.
Hear the honey bees and songbirds’ refrain
as the September sun over Torbay
invites perennial chorus again -
and new buds open upon a new day.
From my deck chair I’ll kick back tomorrow
when spring’s bow lets fly El Nino’s arrow.
Written: September 1995
Knit one purl one, knit two together.
Drop a stitch, it runs.
Unpick, pick-up the loops one by one,
align them, precisely, nicely right,
on your knitting needle.
Get back to counting sheep to sleep
where you left off.
Knit one, purl one, knit two together.
Repeat to end of line.
Seams unseemly, jeans too loose.
Letting out is needed.
Stitch-picker to the rescue.
Pry and poke the needle in
and cut unseemly threads that bind
and hold the seams together.
But if it hurts, depends
on when you have your stitches out.
To pick up the pieces,
swivel and swing, parry and prise
those pick-up sticks in turnpike prickly stack,
red ones, green ones, blue and violet.
It's up to you to choose, the piece you want to lose
without jostling, moving or shaking any other piece.
For if it wobbles, ever so slightly,
your friends will notice
and you lose.
new year's teenage must
casey kasem counting down
the top one hundred
led zeppelin
a whole lotta love up the
stairway to heaven
hey jude
bringing me up
when I'm down
mamas and papas
california dreamin'
~ idle winter days
knit one purl one
two-tone phentex slippers
to beatles tunes
elvis
love me tender
with caramel kisses
engelbert
singing his heart out
a man without love
beach boys
god only knows
whispered in the rain
tom jones and
green green grasses
of home
sounds of silence stir
with simon and garfunkel
darkness an old friend
otis sitting
on the dock of the bay
till evening comes
me and mrs jones
sax and blues
the morning after
barry white
can't get enough of your love
on red satin sheets
nancy sinatra
strutting her custom boots
made for walking
neil diamond
sings to
sweet caroline
cash johnny and june
getting married in a fever
~ lifetime parole
patsy cline
crazy
missing you
band of five
driving old dixie down
into the night
janis joplin
hanging out with me
and bobby mcgee
playing the cd
jesus christ superstar
each sunday
cher
halfbreed
by harvest moon
last schoolbus run
alice the first out
no summer school
joni mitchell
hailing
big yellow taxi
santana
catering to his
black magic woman
pink floyd
laying another brick
in the wall
john lennon
imagine
dark clouds rolling in
c c r
putting a spell on you
just because they can
elvis still asking
if you're lonesome
he's willing to sing
memories of
hotel california
you can never leave
hemming bell bottoms
summer radio blaring
to seventies tunes
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1963
I sent you away from me to look for our beloved.
I watched you fade in the distant as you walked down the dusty foot-path towards town.
My dull brain craves the lost opportunity to prevail upon you of my broken spirit.
The sun shined brightly on the magnolia trees and blossom azalea bushes, but my vision is locked on your fading figure down that long dusty foot-path.
For hours I stood in the doorway until the evening sky ingest the sun.
Escaping the nuisance sting of mosquitoes, the croaking of frogs, and the longing calls of the loon, I managed to move my stiff body to my knitting chair near the water stain window.
But not a purl could I make, and so I sat consumed with illogical and negative thoughts until the rooster announced the dawn.
An encouraging thought my mind doth not bring as I watched your woeful soul kick up the dust of the foot-path with your shabby boots.
A defeatist frail of a man was you as you made those hesitant steps in my direction.
Perfervid loathing eclipsed my heart as you move nearer and nearer, closing the distance between us.
I did not care to treat the bruises on your face and body.
I did not want to caress you nor offer you consoling words to comfort you and ease your troubled heart.
No, not with an afflicted heart.
No words could explain the emptiness I felt for you.
You grab for me to comfort.
I slapped you and turned away.
A storm was raging inside of me.
Nothing was distinctly visible around me.
I resisted strongly the upsurging of unconsciousness.
No disguises of truth were acceptable.
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copyright@Library Of Congress Looking At The Light From The Bottom Of The Lake.
Her chopsticks are at the ready.
Her hands are good and steady.
She likes to knit her noodles!
The task has just begun...
She starts off with a mango Welt
With pride, with zest, with tang.
It's a mesmerising watch
While the wiggling noodles hang.
Next. She's on to saucy Stocking Stitch.
Her garment sure does grow!
Knit one - Purl one - Knit two together
On each tasty row.
And this main course is called
" Knit Purl Chopstick Cha "
With a curry Cabled centre,
With sides of paprika Purl and Knit korma.
And as an extra tasty treat
BBQ Rib Raglan is on the menu.
Trust me! This kind of cuisine
Can't be found in any old venue!
From there on, the sleeves do drop
Like the soy sauce shaken a top.
Neatly Knitted are the Ribs.
Who voted for fish and chips?
To finish this fine course...
Knit - Slip - Knit - Pass Slip Stitch over.
This will make the button holes
For the chocolate to melt all over.
And on completion, these knitted noodles
Slide straight on down her throat...
Before we've had a chance to prove her skill
This talent to others gloat!