Short Bespoke Poems
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children without any questions ~ are possibly heavenly bespoke
parents with all the answers ~ very likely gave the angelic cloak
By
David Kavanagh
From Manchester came a bloke
who thought himself quite bespoke.
His risqué pick up lines
were made in monorhymes.
He proved to be all mirrors, no smoke.
Changing the future—changing the past,
a north south reprimand
Each word rewritten—time bespoke,
the present close at hand
(Dreamsleep: November, 2020)
Bespoke in suit so silken sharp
it cuts a path before him
With sunken eye's so black as opal
They steal one's soul on reflection
Whispering into a dead man ear
Fictitious dreaming
those voices call
Imagined bliss
where ghosts enthrall
Enigma fashioned
bespoke to fit
Fantasia moments
—belief remits
(Dreamsleep: August, 2022)
Night’s black velvet spree.
Moonlight on blue sea.
Her royal attire.
Shimmers like sapphire.
Jewels for her gown.
Moon’s image. Her crown.
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Fans screamed,
the future cried
Freezing the moment,
truth underlies
Freedom on fire,
music bespoke
Silence irreverent
—voices of hope
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2019)
From here to eternity,
breakfast to lunch
The distance bespoke,
new hole card to punch
As yards change to meters,
fruition in sight
All travel inherent
—day changing to night
(Dreamsleep: March, 2021)
Plump went with Pulchritude
to try on a dress
The tears in her eyes
bespoke Plump's distress
Pleasing put in a good word
Pleasant chimed in too
But all was in vain
~ as Pulchritude knew
PERFECT PERSONIFICATION-:-
eagerly
pursued
commitments
conferring
emotion
in an OPEN INVITATION
lyrical
tones
prompt
accessible
auras
of a SENSE OF IDENTITY
particularly
inviting
favourable
bespoke
blessing
A crisp white shirt.
Designed to fit with fluency.
A language sized for lust.
To ease my vast dependancy.
Every touch is moisten.
The fingers wet the appetite.
The buttons widen with choice.
Her sent stains the embroidery.
Form:
My goodness
Thank you god
I created
Love Bespoke
Breath Bespoke
Air Bespoke
Water Bespoke
Ground Bespoke
Smile Bespoke
Wish Bespoke
Night Bespoke
Feeling Bespoke
My goodness
You are the best
You're a great
You're my faith
I love you My goodness
That that is is as is but smoke
Soul’s desire manifest
Each heart tremor, for us bespoke
In light jest, earth life fest
Witness ever joyful
Love caress beautiful
Innocent heart blissful
Feel bliss heat fizz
That that is is
10-December-2021
Quietus
Farmer's Market mornings a parade of colourful awnings
Day dawning.. folks with a basket just awoke still yawning
Blokes fawning over what bespoke stalls are spawning
Queues peruse.. muse.. stroke & choose without warning
Arable fables & orchard parables the tables are adorning
Where there is smoke, there is fire
Look then at heart’s yearning
Bliss rapture for which we aspire
Each tremor, love stirring
Silence now outer din
Redemption lies within
Magnetism on our skin
As love bespoke
Where there is smoke
07-September-2021
Quietus
Silence often defines the verse
its music between the notes
The freedom to breathe, the moment to grow
fertility bespoke
Space may be perfect with nothing penned
to fill or then divide
Quiet and silence never the same
—true emptiness sublime
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2018)
My verse is like
a bespoke set of clothes,
fit the thing that counts
Each article worn,
new memories born,
to tighten or let out
My head to my toes,
its covering goes,
whose message spoken clear
To tailor new moments,
each stitch a new thread
—bench made to endear
(The New Room: April, 2021)
Behold the light
Bespoke the truth
Then there's nothing in the world
That won't gonna be right.
Its time to breakout, time to be free,
To challenge the world as we see.
Then neither fire nor ice
Will be the biggest concern
Of your life.
Walking on the path, set right,
Fearless, the one you will be tonight.
Within the tears on her cheek,
were reflected all that was said.
Each trembling gem that drifted down.
bespoke of vows that were read.
Her joy complete and honest,
as they stood together hand in hand.
A flash of gold within her tears,
as he placed the wedding band.
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And the night I wade ankle deep
in stars, and moon dusts caressing
fall. Bespoke in the cloak of your
eternal love, these footsteps of
passion and desire are easily
made. And to my side you I
whisper with words so sincere,
words so delicate, for only you to
hear. Answer me with open arms,
before the fated dawn, that I may
take of you and your heart adorn.
Form:
his lacerated face bespoke
a rugged brawler
a life pockmarked with fisticuffs
he’d truly once been a mauler
‘til one fateful evening
in a smoke-filled ring
his chin shattered ‘gainst a fist
~ tied him to apron strings
She wore exotic the way I wear nothing
We were all in awe
Standing backstage
Giving her the floor
She was unaware
That her beauty outshone everyone
Her silence bespoke an erotic quality
She was not able to handle
It ran away from her in waves
Intriguing us, me at least
I still think of her as peacock woman
Just a glance twenty years ago
Yet I have never forgotten it.
Cruelty danced 'cross his stencilled mustache
Sparks of Evil flashed from his roving eye
A wicked Sneer curled 'round his too-thin lips
His fingers like claws bespoke a master spy
Trench-coat pulled tight 'gainst the pounding rain
Stealthy his gait down the dark narrow lane
Alas! Two bullets lodged in his fiendish heart
Real life's not Hollywood, Mr. Humphrey Bogart
The paradox
Of my lost socks
Does pierce my heart
And vex my soul.
For it does expose
All my toes,
Which would be
A great calamity.
Though much annoyed,
From the void
Come dulcet murmurs
And tacit rumors
Of missing razors,
Attracting neighbors
with ultimatums
bespoke verbatim,
Return to me,
Thou wretched beasts!
And where the hell be
All my briefs?
"The Owl of Minerva takes flight before night is about to fall" - Hegel
No charlatan - this Hegel
character
His words bespoke
clarity and change
Seeing the world
through a fine perception
He laid our history before us
Great creativity is
coming to the U.S.
Before it falls
reach out for the brass ring
Watch the dance
with clear eyes
Don't weep
UNDERSTAND!