Short Capes Poems
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Heroes fly
by plane and car.
They live in homes with families.
Costumes at the ready; capes to
soar with up high.
Fighting the injustice.
Form:
I dated a girl, Miss Capes
She had a body like a bunch of grapes
With lumps and bumps
Her back had three humps
And a face as beautiful as an apes’
Birds do have various sizes and shapes;
Black ones appear to be wearing capes;
Both loud and shrill,
From my window sill;
Eventually each one into air escapes.
Jim Horn
red streaks on maple
sunrise taunts the wriggling worms
a cardinal preys
blueblack of ravens
irridescent folded capes
peeking at sunrise
John G. Lawless
6/23/2020
Heavy burdens they bare,
Hearts thrive on showing care.
Heads strong with nerves of steel.
Help many a hurt heal.
Heroic yet humble
Have no cause to stumble.
Heroes - not all wear capes!
Halloween night's moon
silhouettes witches' hats, capes
~ searchlight for broomsticks
October 2, 2019
Halloween Moon Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Cardinals
I saw the cardinals today
Clad in ceremonial crimson red
Tiara tufts above their heads.
Silken sheen on satin capes,
Looking down from lofty perch
Of nest in apse of nearby church.
“the Underhill account”
Shapes shifting
a dragon
Capes lifting in form
Born…
To be lost I find
Brings a ring
Two…
Gods mind
A book of names
The secret games
Unbind…
.
gods wind;
is mine
.
no hurry honey... I'm still here.x
Form:
Petrified zombies march
past displays of potato starch
Onlookers stop to gape
at what’s depicted on their capes
The clue connecting all this
floats upside down in the abyss
bird
black-wings
salmon-beak
most are scarlet
pronounced, 'E-'E-vee
species, Latin: clothing
Hawaiian royalty's capes
ritual end ere the kingdom
refuges establish safety zones
'E-E-vee's cheery someday is here, YES!
Superheroes
stalwart, selfless
soothing, protecting, serving
Suits, Boots, Capes, Crowns
unassuming, watching, saving
bulletproof, empathetic
Humanity
Winter Snow
Sleek ermine boas draping
the naked arms of nature
bare of their green velvet capes...
snow falling, settling.
Sandra M. Haight
~NA~
Contest: Winter Dodoitsu
Sponsor: Heather Ober
Judged: 11/13/2015
They travel at the speed of light
The horsemen passed me by
Through cobblestone streets, at night
The horsemen passed me by
Long black capes and rings of fire
The horsemen passed me by
Mount your horse if you desire
The horsemen fill this sky
It’s pouring down rain, big puddles on the street,
School is out, at the bus stop the kids all meet.
The girls have red capes and carry umbrella’s,
Black boots and raincoats are worn by the fella’s.
At home I’ll change into my PJ’s made of silk,
Then Mom will give me some cookies and milk.
They could not call them dolls.
Because they were afraid of little boys’ reactions to the word doll.
So Mattel named their boy dolls
ACTION
FIGURES
Gave them swords, guns, capes, boots.
It was a billion dollar idea,
Almost as good as Barbie.
Maybe better.
Windy wild wind whipping flailing and cutting through
You bring us together like invisible glue
Holding hats and huddling hands clasping crunched capes
Jealous soul you bold barometric beast
Hairdos, skirts, scarves, hats and pails blown away in envious fury
If we could capture you you’d be in front of a jury!
The anxious crowd Gathers
Slowly anticipating
The grand opening
A bud trembles
Dew drops shiver
A late sun
Unlocks the stage door
A gentle hum builds
Slowly petal fingers open
To unheard applause
A chatter of sparrows
A distant hoot
The muffled cooing
Of doves
Crimson capes
Opening to nature’s suitors
The anxious crowd
Gathers
Slowly anticipating
The grand opening
A bud trembles
Dew drops shiver
A late sun
Unlocks the stage door
A gentle hum builds
Slowly
Petal fingers open
To unheard applause
A chatter of sparrows
A distant hoot
The muffled cooing
Of doves
Stage right
Crimson capes
Opening
To nature’s suitors
No animal has inspired more costumes, hats or capes than the peacock.
With her royal blues, glistening golds, emeralds and majestic purples.
The flamingo might be a close contender with is hot pinks and oranges.
I see your colors and I begin designing a room – furniture and curtains.
All based on your color pallet, you gorgeous artistic male bird!
ISTHMUS OF TIME
e b o n y capes with d e r v i s h
eyes, transfixed on my pulse
countdown of cheering
red wine goblets
cascading
so much
~ time ~
spendthrift
fragile hours
cutting deep veins
salting them with tears
brain clings to side of pot
zombie moon’s hosting party
10/23/2017
Deep and Dark II
Contest by Laura Loo
1st place
The Seasonal Wardrobe of Trees
Trees
transform
their wardrobes
Spring
blossoms
green lace shawls
Soon
spreads lush
dark green capes
Fall
flaunts gold
burnished gowns
Then
drapes white
crocheted scarves
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Plac~
Contest: Haiku 1-2-3 or 3-2-1
Sponsor: Charles Messina
Judged: 10/09/2018
Dolphin women joined the pink convent
It was a hullaballoo, said my cousin Kent.
The dolphin men tried to crash in too.
But alas, they were turned away in Kalamazoo.
I hear they wear pink hoods and capes said one.
That’s a rumor said my auntie whose name is Munn.
The men are all about trying to get in is what I heard.
They are acting crazy about it, silly, kind of absurd.
trees with sprouting limbs
bathed by spring's April showers
don
their lacy green robes
trees with dense full limbs
swayed by warm summer breezes
spread
their green velvet capes
trees with brilliant limbs
whirled by the cool autumn winds
shed
their burnished gold gowns
trees with cold bare limbs
frozen by winter blizzards
drape
their white fluffy scarves
Regal tulips in purple, blue and yellow
pink splendor ambled in sensuous glow
tantalizing rows of frenzy red capes
beauty swaying ...bouncing in waves.
Clustered far and wide, their pouted lips
flirting through a prism, beams of tulips.
demure dance and frolic, tempting kisses
spring gives birth...a rainbow of wishes.
The path I walk, so serene and divine,
This paradise I know will never be mine.
Fantasy, the delicacy of royalty
Hundreds of worlds served on silver platters
Dragons’ wings and faerie dances whirl
Spinets of castles, swords and shields
Arranged for your feast – accompanied by
The magical flutter of capes concealing your meal
Caged birds sing of lands far away
“Just where am I?” – don’t question, dear reader
For the silk of this tablecloth will tear
And forever you’ll be blinded to the possibility.