Long Tatting Poems

PRELUDE.
When the sky and world are dark no sounds are heard in the woods. Perhaps the scrabbling of night creatures on the hunt fo food. But no sound of woodpeckers ra ta tatting, bird song...

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Breathe my name on the wind and you’ll find me
In those soft shivers
That murmur in the dark
That rustling whisper of laughs
We tried so hard to conceal
As we tiptoed out into to the moonlight

Sigh my name...

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had her parents forced her into it like so many do, 
then she might still be a virtuoso, that is true, 
however, 
to see a kid make for themselves a hobby into a skill, 
just
because
they
want
to,
is...

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A single mother weeps, trying to sleep,
Her son’s father figure has been gone for nearly three weeks. How is this funny?

A bright mind has no control in his own home,
The orphanage doesn’t own enough money...

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Outside, feathery snowflakes drift slowly to the ground.
Inside, love, fun and cozy fellowship does abound!
The dog and cat snuggle nigh the warm and glowing fire.
'Tis an intimate Victorian portrait that would any artist inspire!

The soft...

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"A filigree of snow is fragile and lovely, 
but even more beautiful when they are etched together."
                  ...

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The Sounds Of War 

Crackling of the wireless set,
Crackling of the fire, 
Breaking the message says 
Tension becoming dire. 
Wailing of the sisters, 
Wailing of the brothers, 
'cross the sea the children send 
Away from...

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Each eager for a fabric
woven with love classic
had ridden textile wagons 
thru much spastic traffic.
Seeking their prime patent 
of material fantastic, they 
both fell flattened in cloth 
scenes dramatic; wrinkle-doom, 
static dragons had torched 
all...

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Jolted my idle pen to jotting.
sAved my words from rotting.
so Intigued toward you cutie.  
i am Mesmerized by your beauty.
i've bEgun an attention to detail writing duty,
my pen Ballpointing tatting your name to the...

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stormbears

great swathes of rain
pushed, herded by gale gusts
from the north edging on arctic

moves down on polar bear paws
rumble, tumble dark across my sky
whispering vestiges of autumn

scatters sulky heat before them
brushes aside trees and grasses 
balls...

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When a jackhammer’s outside your door
It’s a sound that you cannot ignore.
You can’t focus or think
And your brain’s on the brink
Of a meltdown, like never before.

For the rat-a-tat-rat-a-tat noise
Is a sound that not merely annoys.
It...

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