Short Collared Poems
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Alcedinidae
loves calm ponds and small rivers
brightly colored bird
pretty plumage sturdy bill
rufous-collared kingfisher
Kiss me already
Can't wait anymore
There's snow on the ground
I'm warm to the core
Red fur collared jacket
Bluebird inside
Heat's generating
Not cold outside
A very special moment lives inside my heart
A moment perhaps never destined to take part
A red fur collared jacket in living, breathing form
To wrap myself around you when there's a big snowstorm
School Girl Charm
Rushing to See Him
Peeking Over Collared Sweaters
On Whims You Blush
Warm flutters Chris Cross
your Daytime dreams…
Tossing Pencils in bags
The FIRST in class
He waits, then comes 1ST Dates
Form:
almost alone
yes I was almost alone
Mistress she chose to
and keep me
once again i am owned
owned and held
Im collared and loved
down on bended knees
you will find me
always honoring and cherishing thee
My Mistress.
Form:
T’is the July cold
Carried into August
A hot cup of tea’s sold
For salvation promised
Shivers down the spine
Hairs on forearms stand
To be sheltered just fine
Mark of a strong brand
I sway in the wind
Puckered skin
Collared coat pinned
Against cold to win
I pulled back the screen,
“Oh my God!” said
the patient who'd seen
me from the next bed;
from whom I had heard
a ripe expletive.
“I'm just his collared
representative.”
As Hospital Chaplain this occurred more than once when I appeared from behind the screens. Laughter followed.
An ancient thief went to the village
When all people was sleeping
Stole a little plate of rice
Arrested but feeling guilty and ashamed
Masked to hide
A modern thief went to the village
When all people was welcoming
Stole a billion of money
Arrested but smiling and famous
White collared and go public
Villagers elected a modern thief
A glass bowl, gray colored and upside down
Where liveth preen for empathy
Drew ragged,
Poor sawbones perscribed
"where in pain warrants lithe deformities"
Swimming,
Loathed from the east
Collared,
Hung dry,
Pruned by the sweat of a racing night
When in dawn's bleached seamstress
Sought a grim vow
Erelong in catapult
Where'n torrents clothed spare
Credences in cold eyes of maggots
A cruel indifference,
In polar tear.
Arrogant hornless bull from farm roots
Dressing in dapper gentlemanly tweed suits
Topping his shirt with a gorgeous striped tie
Some of the cows in the pen say “my oh my!”
What is it about a suit? The blue collared bull asks.
Upset with their feminine wiles, his face is not masked.
He gives the hornless bull a nod with his mean hoof.
Do not ask me for a selfie, for I have no evidence or proof.
Cold silver encircles my throat
hard and unforgiving and engraved
the weight, a daily reminder
and the inscription telling me that
my value lies at zero, free for taking.
Property.
It rests now at the bottom of the sea.
Tightly woven cord encircles my throat
the colours of he and I and made
by his hand as a daily reminder
that my value has no figure high enough, cost beyond measure.
Gift.
I am folded into the scent of his embrace.
I can buy anything...
My charisma lingers in the air...
I am Mister Dollar Singh....
You can find me everywhere....!
School-going-lads to robbers rude & bad...
Blue-collared,white-collared & those without a collar...
Long for me being crazy & mad...
Everyone needs a touch of the dollar....!
I am the God of currencies...the undisputed leader...
The world economy depends on my value...
I am the light....I am the rudder...
The world follows what I do....!
#6
See his friend’s sketch
Appear when she was bored
That blue collared jacket
Fits perfectly on his bod
Glasses and smiles
And giggles and laughs
Painted in adorable colors
And named with his
A question came
Doubts appeared
Jealous lit
But then
Slowly got the answer
Sparkled within her mind
Though they were apart
That those weren’t supposed to bother
For love itself would still be fine
When bullets shot, and hurt the heart
Remember his 27th of December.
Jumbled jewels all glisten
Ready for a stint imprisoned
Stuck in setting glory losing
Witness to debauchery and boozing
Bound in filth a nugget found
Pasture yields a bounty fast
Cut and polished set for sale
No justice, lost from purity
The innocence of one destroyed
Full dishonor breeds contempt
All for glaring wicked posture
Marked for life, no one exempt
Folly fires to polarize
Collared painful revelry
No return to sanitize
Bedecked the dead in jewelry