Short Cloth Poems
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we were so hot
no time to stop
to take it all off
it was in our loft
went on mabe it was wrong
we had
SEX WITH CLOTH ON
the
green
dragontail
moth
with
her
wings
that
flutters
through
the
air
yet
made of cloth
is
God's creation
am a old goon
have on in my room
am a loner
minded set in the
corner
its fill with rag and sag
my
DRITY CLOTHS BAG
Form:
You're cloth in unrighteousness come home naked bear and be holy
8/29/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020 ©
we both moke
and was turn on
we know it was wrong
you can bet
we needed sex
we drop cell phones
did it with
CLOTHS ON
every passing day brings us closer
we are not so different
you and me heart and soul
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
God carved him from his finest cloth.
He gave and gave.
They drank his broth.
Most unaware of what was given,
with blinders on they kept on living.
we have a lot
and a cot
for young and old
drity cloth
and other stuff
its catch the dust
my coat is real fox
that goes in that
DRITY CLOTH BOXES
in wide
moves side
by side
its hot and stop
button at the top
mind run
you can put ton
cloths get done
it was my desire
to have a
CLOTH DRYER
somany walk the street
with bad feet
bad teeth
eat out a soup bowl
with old cloth
hard time shows
only god know
the people with
HANDME DOWN CLOTH
pull the cloth from your eyes
look no further
gently turn your attention
towards its plaid patterns
its glimmering splendor
dwarfed by the dawn of day
life is like cloth
your life exceeds until
you miss a stitch and something goes wrong
so you live your life
now and forever
sewing ife one stitch at a time.
get ready soon be cold
soup bold
need new wear
go have buying is fair
look on the wall
cloth for the fall
be ready fot wind that blows
WINTER FALL CLOTHS
wear the right thing
attention it brings
in summer time
kept bright corlor in mind
other season dress
don't be a mess
mke cloths tak too
CLOTHS CAN MAKE YOU
the moth
hypnotized and
attracted
to the
flame but
made of cloth
yet
we would
do
the same and
be trapped
by
the flame
while
we cut out
the shape of the moth
Middle of winter
When the snow falls frequently
Earth opens its arms lovingly
Snow lands on the ground
Leaving cloth like covering
Over the smooth flowing bed
Russell Sivey
Cloth Eaten By Moth
He had been known as a man of the cloth,
And was wet from liquid contained in broth;
After filled,
He had spilled;
Hole was eagerly eaten in cloth by a moth.
Jim Horn
the little cloth scarecrow was bullied by some
you aren’t a real scarecrow, made him feel glum
He was not made of straw, so they truly made fun.
They were not very nice, these crows out in the sun
Night cloth
Old house
Celestial fires
In the sky
Whole cloth
Moth eaten
Lost to time
Lost to night
Words spoken
Walls broken
Night cloth
Old house
Firey sky
Deep dreams
Blinking out
Casting shadows
On the walls
Old house
Shadow dreams
Words spoken
Walls broken
We all know that the world revolves around money.
After all money has been made a tool that we need in order to survive.
I would rather be left homeless, cloth-less & food-less.
Then to let another control me with the site of money.
If that is all you have to offer, to justify my worth.
Then you can't offer me anything.
CLOTH OF LOVE
Mother’s fabric :
soft-woven with threads from. . . . . . a past
mother’s fabric. . . . . .
Protective cover holistic,
knitted tightly with love to last :
seams holding her family fast --
Mother’s fabric
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Written by Sydney Peck for
Nette Onclaud’s Contest WEAVE A RONDELET
They police the cloth,
the music, the ride,
measuring freedom
by inches of fabric
and silence of streets.
But ideas slip past checkpoints,
songs travel without permits,
and youth dreams louder
than any decree.
For no rule can chain
the restless rhythm of people
who know that tomorrow
must be wider than yesterday.
And freedom, like wind,
cannot be banned.
Love is like a dirty Dish Cloth
Rubbing on cups, plates
washing them making them clean
Rinse off the dirt grime
placing them in the strainer
clean unsoiled stands tall and dry
I'm like the dishes
dirty soiled God the dish cloth
washes me over
embraces me in hand washed
my sins has been rubbed out now
10/7/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2019
Distance between eyes never measured
As worlds wash slowly away
Passion's interludes are treasured
Fingertip caresses seem to stay
Sighs become moments of unison
And time an ocean of waves
Love is a silken cloth finely spun
And worn by lovers enslaved
Reflected silhouettes in moonlight
That lay upon farthest hills
Lovers become lost 'till dawn's light
While hearts are bursting still
Though I am a critical of others
Pretend I know best
I know my own faults
Are to many to count
I do certainly not know best
To this fact I contest
My life is a suck fest
Brought upon myself
By to many failures
To bore anyone with
But hey
I live to spoil another day
I don't rebuff
I admit
I find solace in it
My perfect day is spent telling myself off
I am not a man of the cloth