Short Coats Poems
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this is no joke
as you poke
and its rain and cold
must be bold
wear shoes that toots
for the snow as you go
its
RAIN COATS
AND BOOTS
its comming the cold
so be bold
time dress right
there be cold night
so have it on
be warm old or fat
they belong
WINTER COATS
AND HATS
there's all kind
winter coats in line
many color too
red white and blue
you an buy on line
anytimes
for miles and miles
COATS WINTER STYLE
get ready
have a mind steady
it may snow
so as you go
walk slow
cold or cool
don't be a fool
small tall or fat
wear
CLOVES BOOTS COATS AND HAT
we care so we stare
watch you dress
don't be a mess
when its cold
and wind blows
this is way it at
as you move around like rat
have it on
COATS AND HATS
its winter time
this have in mind
mabe winter sunshine
is snow
and the wind blow
and your SMOKE mouth toot
have this on
to stay strong
COATS HATS
AND SNOW BOOTS
its that no doudt
get them out
soon snow
the wind flake blow
your mouth toots
you dress as a goat
this is young old a fat
you need indeed
COATS HATS AND
BOOTS
its thats time
kept others in mind
if it old
and the wiind blowing
and its snowing
do a good deed
for thoses old and young
goat
give do the lords will
NEEDED WINTER COAT
SWEATER HATS AND COAT
DRESS WARM AS A GOAT
ITS COOL
SO BE BOLD
MABE ARMS FOLD
RUB YOUR NOSES
as you go don't walk slow
move fast around lke a rat
and wear
SWEATER COATS AND HATS
Here ye! Hear ye! Comedy lives here
It's all I know... whups, the white coats are near
It tickles me bum
To know that some
Need medical attention, their addiction's severe
Here ye! Hear ye! Comedy lives here
It's all I know... whups, the white coats are near
It tickles my bum
To know that some
Need medical attention, their addiction's severe
.
The sentinel cats
Guard post tip top of the house
Growing winter coats
..and in some lonely doorway
lay the homeless,
huddled together to share some
little warmth
but
it'll be
'ice cold in Alex..'
before they can relax,
it's chilly out there
they bear it well
it
must be hell though.
Ivory bushes bear
accelerated evolution
and abstract incarnations
a reverie reserved as veil
fables too blatant to reveal
crescendos rise within
what remains of
the cityscape's heartbeat
science knows what we fear
By Glenn McCrary
© 2012 Glenn McCrary (All rights reserved)
I talk to the trees
and they listen to me
I whisper sweet nothings
they renew the air I breathe
I talk to the trees
tho' they don't respond
beats speaking to myself
in the back of beyond
I talk to the trees
tho' they never reply
my words go unanswered
don't ask them why
I talk to the trees
tho' they have little to say
so the men in white coats
they put me away
They must be rich and exotic, we neighbors surmised.
They had gorgeous raccoon coats, a huge surprise.
Drove automobile that cost more than my house.
I see flash of a luxurious expensive silk blouse.
When they moved in, they elevated the rest of us.
We tried to act normal, without much of a fuss.
But they were ritzy, and we were dreary and plain.
We never got invited to their parties, don’t remember their name.
a flurry of snow
natures ticker-tape parade...
snowflake confetti
Snow day students were tickled pink today
playfully making snow angels all-day
but nobody knew
they laid in dog poo
till that thin layer of snow got scraped away.
And as their coats reeked, they sat at the back of the bus the next day.
(haiku, limerick, Monoku)
01/24/2022
Charlie Hai-Lim-Ku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Charles Messina
Painting #5
Autumn in France by Emily Carr 1911
Coats of Autumn
Satisfied,
long awaited
summer fades
into an explosion
of color, I bask
in the many coats of Autumn
draped across the shoulders
of a grateful people.
Merci to the Creator
of such splendor,
I behold textures
unlike any other
As far as the eyes can see,
I stare into unmeasured
beauty, absorbing it all
before the snow brings
beauty of its own.
There’s a man up on high
Wearing the longest star studded
Black silk coat I have ever seen
And a big yellow button with a gleam
He changes just after dawn
Awakening with a yawn
He looks sober in a white silk coat
An orange button on his neckline
After toiling the whole day in the sun
At twilight he wears colours of rays for fun
Purple Orange Crimson silk coat shining bright
Holding breathtaking views in the dusk light.
3.2.2021
I sink lower in the cupboard
of the front hall closet
beneath the stairs,
behind a row of forgotten coats
that hang quietly before me.
They mock my cowardice
as I crouch beneath their silent judgement...
I'm alone in the shadows created by a
jaundiced yellow bulb that barely burns
brighter than the flame on a candle.
I hug my knees as I sit and wallow in regret for my mistakes;
but all I really want to do is stand up
and tear down every last coat, one-by-one.
He had a duffel coat once,
so did she. They must have looked
well-matched
walking in Regents Park
that Autumn.
In time
the coat shop on Oxford Street
died of old age.
Duffel went out of style.
They wore them still.
One day
her duffel was neatly folded,
into a labeled, cardboard box.
His coat developed Alzheimer’s
in a tumble-down closet.
When they unhooked from each other,
he packed only empty pockets,
and a small bundled
of toggles and loops.