Long Quilting Poems

I’m powerless over my addiction
I’m relentless in my sweet infliction
The heat of the moment showers
Upon me truly hours after hours

I lie here on your stone
In distress, on my own
I lie here on your stone
I express...

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What purpose do I choose to live;
remaining aloof from evil practice and intent?
What meaning can we find to live,
reversing "evil"
that could transcend our individual absence of identity?
Original Intent uncovers love-life's revolutionary invitation
into mutual belonging.

What is...

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I found out that God's mercy is bigger than our own
I figured out that God's spirit makes us feel not alone
But, I'm pretty regretful for the abominable sins that I've done
Sometimes, I wish that all...

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I slept in all day because of a sleepless night
I keep thinking of you in dismay and with might
I’m a lyric without instruments — an a cappella
Without drums, piano and guitar and I’m in awe
Because...

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-	Written August 11, 2018

I lay down in silent agony, left unsure,
Drowning in distress, yet happiness will be a stone, rolling back on me in an instant or in a moment…anxiety heightened 

You are chopped onions...

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When I entered the City Senior Center
with my Open Mic proposal
to increase resilience
and decrease apartheid dissonance

I could hear no music,
see no dancing.

The quilting room
and the game room,
even the pool tables,
were as quiet as the library,
which...

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Though the destination when we left Illinois was supposed to be Waco Texas we ended up in Bowlingreen, Kentucky.We were in a trailer park
behind the lost river truck stop where my mom
cooked. I enrolled at...

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Like the early morning mists 
That rise from the waters’ depths
Memories emerge in swirls and twists
Foggy shadows of lives past 
Of them all, childhood scenes outlast
‘Membrances of dear, familiar faces and  
Fragmented moments of...

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On the dreary streets of a quaint but callus steadfast hamlet

A pearl in the bluster carries a handwoven sweet grass basket

The umbrella' d  tinge of the tiny town was opaque and gray

As the girl...

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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...

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Warming lights surround you
Quilting the sharp silence
Outside dawn begins
Earth starts stretching 
Straightening out the knots
Caught from hours of slumber
Night moves on to blacken another sky
And Calmness stills the room
All is as it should be

As you...

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Amazing acrobats astound awe-stricken audiences.  Amy always asks about acts already arranged.

Bouncing bears balance beach balls.  Bobby Bear bicycled behind Betsy Bear.

Crazy clowns crash carelessly.  Carousels circle clockwise.

Daring demonstrations dazzle dazed dreamers....

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The moon dances 
on lonely nights,
to astral beams of
the clear quartz milky way~
I lay in an olive meadow
designed in fragrant
promises,
hidden between thorns 
and thistles disguised
as fields of ferns.
Inhaling life, exhaling pain,
as the Universe unravels
a cosmic...

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Dark as the night goddess, she is an ebony princess,
Blackest beauty whom sheds layers textures, as veils
Cast upon the breath of the night winds.
She the temptress enchantress, passion's desire burns
Within, these emerald eyes of seductions...

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Somehow he was made to feel the culprit
for the sins of all house trained mammalians
the breath he drew apparently criminalized
eventually concluding that 90% of the obstacle course
was the low hanging fruits of bland insanity
designed by...

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Shelah is an autumn fairy who loves pumpkins, squash, and maize.
She lives in the best oak tree in Semi-Forgotten Forest.
Old lady down the road makes quilts, so she snags material for free.
So many fat quarters...

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It was really hard expressing
my artistic point of view,
When I found I wasn't crafty
in the crafts I tried to do.

I tried my hand at candling
I couldn't grasp the trick.
The candle wouldn't stand up straight
And it...

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Believe it or not, my birthday’s been great
Though not one I would have predicted,
Assuming that I would be down in the dumps
For being so virus-restricted.

My pre-sunrise walk was delightful because
The rain I’d expected held off
And...

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fearless
rather brazen
occassionally broken
zealous
empath vibes…
nostalgic at night

imaginative, isolative, unpredictable
neglected in the cold for life

peace, come…come shine…
laced in loneliness, left behind
acknowledging the feeling of all alone
crimson remorse bleeds on these foresty, snowy grounds
engulfed in enduring this trial…surrounded...

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Let me be, as God intended me to be:
Neither a wicked elf, nor a fairy godmother,
Never a demon, nor an angel,
But a true woman.

Never, I yearn to be the ‘Phenomenal Woman’
Of Maya Angelou,
Drawing a hive...

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A gray and black life sketch – small man in overalls—
Somber as his guitar, lifted high all those times—
Playing Ozark tunes with those wild figure-eight squalls—
Glasses glint raw reason as that happiness chimes.

Oh, play to...

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they spoke it as shame and
talked about
what the Lady had said
when they told the story
of Spazinchon my Missus'
cheeks turned red.
I found it shameful to repeat it
since I can't say how
it begun.
Love inspires those who
seek it.
The...

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She sat for hours 
Needle in hand
Stitching in silence 
Inviting medleys 

She stitched together 
Hues happy and glad
Brilliant and vibrant 
Inviting medleys

She threaded her needle
Gently with patience 
Taking time to create 
Inviting medleys 

She laced...

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Why Men Quilt
by Robert (Bob) Moore © 2015

My wife wants me to start to quilt, said a lot of men do now
I would not have the talent nor the patience to learn how
imagine me, with...

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Through solstice of cycles, time's pageant greets
a year with springtime quilting a floral crochet,
meandering on a lattice of  verdant woodlands
as my Taurus-essence radiates in dazzling splendor...
until in a raw flush, August blazes to flame
a...

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