Paisleys Poems | Examples

orange is my delight

I am a girl, and pink is okay
but orange is my delight
Give me orange or nothing at all
I like it in polka dots, plaids, and paisleys
Stripes are not my favorite, but I would take stripes
If it included the color orange

If you want to give me a combination of colors
I lean toward the preteen magazine covers of the early seventies
orange, pink and yellow would be the perfect choice for me
I would take them in a couch, throw pillows, or a new car.
If it is a car, please make it a Volkswagen bus.
I am a hippie.

Together Since They Were Young

They both wore florals, paisleys and brocades of gold
The maiden and her horse, two kindred souls from times of old
Together since they were young, they understood each other
Are they looking more alike daily? Asked the maiden’s mother.

Things I Can't Stand

Serpents, scorpions and owls
are things I can’t endure.
The contents of a bovine’s bowels,
albeit as manure,

or monks in over-shady cowls,
their faces kept obscure,
the sex-life of the larger fowls,
for me hold no allure.

Threatened badgers’ hostile growls,
an overflowing sewer,
others’ stains on bathroom towels –
repugnant, these, for sure.

A dying pig’s pathetic howls
(at least that’s one pig fewer):
Walter Matthau’s drooping jowls –
for these, there is no cure.

Margaret Thatcher’s tortured vowels
are dickish, not demure:
and Ian Paisleys, Enoch Powells
are ignominy, pure.

the lost mumu

I have one mumu
It disappeared a week ago
The second I stopped searching
I found it

I had accidentally turned it inside out
The inside is white and dull; boring
Nothing like the outside with orange and blue paisleys

Closet of an Artist

My closet is filled with beautiful clothes
Blouses in pinks, oranges, blues
Dresses in turquoises, golds, silvers
Fluffy fake fur coats in black, white and gray
I adore colors, patterns and textures.
Loving paisleys, zigzags, multi-patterned clothes
Not as fond of polka dots or stripes
Too symmetrical
I prefer clothing that looks like it was designed by
Klee, Miro and Dali
I am an artist; it is in my nature to be lop-sided.

Just Ps having Fun

paradise patty’s puffy plush pillows patterned polka dot, paisleys,
pretty purple and pink prints, provide princes and princesses
plenty of prevalent presidential powerful plush pleasure.

Thought We Were Modern In 70s

In the seventies we thought we were modern
Utmost chic, sassy, on the cutting edge.
With our bell bottom slacks
And our bell sleeved shirts and dresses
Perhaps we were.
Everyone had the same pattern.
It was fun to see which fabrics others would select.
Paisleys and florals were vividly popular!
The polka dotted fabrics stayed back in the fifties.
But stripes were definitely a choice.

Orange Yellow Pink Bedroom

How do you like my new bedroom? She asked me.
It was bright cheerful, colorful, with wonderful touches.
I loved it as much as anyone has ever loved a bedroom.
Because it reminded me of my childhood, my preteen years.

It is an orange, yellow, pink combination of colors and fabrics.
The first time I saw these colors together was in the sixties.
Walking into this room reminded me of my preteen years.
The years when I discovered fashion magazines for teenage girls.

In the sixties, these magazines featured only two-color combinations.
Either the combo of orange, yellow and pink or a turquoise green blend.
For the first time, we had permission also to combine plaids and florals.
Paisleys, stripes and dots were freed up to live together too.

Dreams of Italy

Golden plush juicy olives filled with colors sea bright  
from the southern border tall beautiful daisies
that remind me of my mother's floral dress of paisleys    
Alpine mountains that echo my father's youthful sight  
and an ocean so blue it takes my breath away,    
                                               we were married in a little church not far away 
                                    then together we sailed across the sea 
                       Oh Beautiful Italy, 
             remember us, remember me. 

 

January 5 2023

Quilted Cat

Quilted cat had a right to be puffed up and proud.
We all knew he was the prettiest cat, not a bit cowed.
With his paisleys and checks, he was subtle, not loud.
He was dapper and darling, the greatest cat in our crowd.

Imagining the Colors

Yellow, orange and pink were the modern colors of the late sixties.
Stripes were being worn with flowers, and paisleys were big.
Artists were daring new things never dared before in recorded history.
Helping to lead our flexible mindset into the roaring seventies.
Fashion shook the nation almost as much as the Viet Nam war.
Laugh-in rivaled Heehaw’s monopoly on the TV's silliness market.
Many of us felt lucky, being the wrong sex or too young to be drafted.
We were still watching black and white TVs, imagining the colors.

Dream Child Mode

Shh! Grandma cautioned her parents. She is in dream child mode.
The paisleys and oranges and polka dots are gearing up her dendrites.
Driving her REM to the world of magic, you need to let her be.
She’s an astral traveler, her Daddy said to Grandma. Nothing will wake her up.
Her dendrites were a rocket ship, blasting toward mystical imagination.

Shattered Laptop

Gorgeous designs in unusual paisleys
delight me in this shattered masterpiece
In the bowels of the background unknown creatures lie
I squint my eyes, trying to decipher and decide
The screen is beautiful now, and it has character
Something that could have never happened before.
I bow to your designs, I tell the mysterious entities
One winks at me, showing me a color I had never before seen.
I take out my paints and begin to attempt to replicate,
hoping to capture a sliver of the excitement I feel
enthusiastic about this laptop for the first time ever.

Touching Youth

what planet could this be for boys of ten
and then one hundred

movement felt, 
looking at the hardened grain
of hands caressed 
with fingers pressed against themselves 

absorbing stillness’ breath 
suspended in each air a pair 
of warm yet liquid-frozen thoughts 

captured 
then released with care

youthful power to devour light 
whose distance now 
becomes serene 

a slow suspended scene 
in the moment captured 

stretched like bubble gum or taffy

compressed 
into the thinness of a dime

time 
rolled between the fingers 

ridged and perfect soft 
wrapped 

as cigarettes unsmoked, 

moving miniature rolling pins
of skin like bread 
gathered sweet

and then, 

a fence to sit upon, a wall to scale
grains of surfaced roughness 
where the smooth compare 

the toughness of their skin
to skin a shin 

upon a polished youth 
with broken glass of bottles blowing

tins and rolls all gathered in
their stripes and plaids 
and paisleys worn - 

attempts to humanize 
collateralized machine

we all want out, sometimes, 

we all want in.

Hearts On a Shelf

My hearts on the shelf.
I put my heart on the shelf today, without cunning array, or tears in vain.

A closet next to a furnace with wool clothing that’s not highly desirable.
The argyles, and paisleys are smiling at my heart while I go upon my day and wait for work to depart.

The silk wraps, and tulle skirts are sad and blue, they see that my heart is broken and drained. Even the rainboots are smothered in drudge. I finally decided not to hold this long grudge.

For grudges cause cancer that eats away, like a moth in a closet on a cool Spring day.

I put my heart on the shelf next to the Christmas picture of you.

No more chicken dumplings, or shredded beef stew.
Just the Nike shoes wanting to run from the drudgery gloom; yet they are stuck in the room with you. 

I put my heart on the shelf today.

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