Short Coverlet Poems

ghosling of gray clouds,
coverlet hides the blue skies
geese follow Pied-sun*

2/22/2018

*as in Pied Piper...

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The gold-clad and dying
spiral onto a woodland coverlet.
Above, a rust tinged canopy
trembles on a warm breeze....

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Red velvet joy, delicious
thrill of the palate;
sweet cream cheesy coverlet;
scarlet colored bunk
cotton blanketing;
lustful bliss
art!


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I wear a coverlet of haze, from those summers I remember,

where my barefoot toes touched fragrant grass, that withered in September





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6/12/13  for Andrea...

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The bed is ready with fresh 
linens
All smell like fresh lavender.
The fluffy pillows and laced blue 
coverlet,
Makes this poetess say goodnight
and like a cat does P-U-R-R!

Dreams of princes and castles spin her
fast away.
Into a magic land, where unicorns frolic 
and play!


September 22, 2020
        8pm Pst...

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Love
Come; sit for a bit 
on sunlit verdant coverlet
with uncluttered mind

Welcome sweet Wisdom, 
and let the Word
sow blossoms of Love.

Gardener’s  incessant  
sun-shower   
nourish  the fruit  
of the kingdom
as roots  bore deep

Leaves greet the heavens
enduring special grace
inviting my soul
reflecting its rainbow


3/31/2017...

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With eagerness I make my way to my favorite place
Where gratitude floats freely above every head
Where happiness is the coverlet that embraces each bed
Where laughter is contagious and strikes the young and old
Where love is a daily garment that adorns every soul
Where joy is a feather that nudges all to soar
Where the house of contentment has a welcoming door
This is my favorite place...

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   "Thriller"




upon eerie coverlet of faint moonlight
midnight creeps to touch tombstones of cursed undead
haunting entities delight in spooking night
zombies open coffins to ravish with dread

feasting upon flesh and bone in vampy style
tasting blood from jugular...victim defile

staring motionless submissive to witch chant
enticed by love ... death charms innocence to pant....

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stars hide - muffled,
in a blizzard of flurries -
the screams of owls echo
through a once silent wood.

wet snow settles - frozen tears
on the skeletal arms
where oaks and maples shiver
and birches bow - forsaken?

will they break before morning...

was hope held too tightly
and hugged beyond welcome?

perhaps there, under the
   stratus coverlet, or
horizons born in a different wish
 
tomorrow's shattered tears
will melt warm......

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Death disrobes the body of our fancy garments,
And clothes us with more common fashion:
A mere loincloth of sky blue silk,
So that we may feel the warm passion,
Of  resurrection’s gorgeous spring
And the spiritual blessings it will bring.

So sleep on calmly with Jesus,
Beneath your coverlet of blue skies,
And know that the summer garden of ease
Will be there when you arise,
Like a lovely blossom given birth
From a shriveled seed in the earth....

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Shatter


Scarlet petals they fall
With the iron tracts they leave
Busted on the tears of snow
Coverlet for our memory 

Who else is there to blame
For the silence in the night
The bottle empty of its whisky
Rushes headlong to the wall

But sleepless rests within these trembling hands
To die one more time
As I close my eyes
You never knew its taste upon my lips

And now in the darkness
I can at least see my heart
Iron petal it falls
In scarlet tracts...

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THE FUTURE DOES NOT WAIT

The future does not wait
For you, me, or anyone
It has its private agenda
And no help to render
However bright the sun
For a few, it is just fate

The present remains still
As each moment passes
Whatever will be, will be
Either pleasure or agony
Seen through dark glasses
Understanding almost nil

Past was once a future
So easy now to forget
Stuck in time long gone
Now a mere skeleton
Wrapped in a coverlet
Sewn tight with a suture...

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Paulette was a happy brunette
who now is forlorn and upset
for something, she cannot forget.
She backed up- ran over her pet
while driving her brand new Corvette
and killed her dear poodle, Suzette.
Tears flowing, she laid a rosette
next day on a pink coverlet
once used in her own bassinet-
and cried at the grave with regret.


November 13, 2021

Contest: Paulette - 1 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Julia Ward
Theme: Paulette Is Oh, So Sad...

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Listen to poem:

Fields of Crimson Poppies
David J Walker

Tonight I sleep 
            in fields 
Of crimson poppies 

Sunset has 
	    Come and gone
And I alone

Await dawn 
            With brothers  
Lined in rows 

And this is how the 
            order goes
Red is the coverlet 

that fills my eyes
             And tilts my head
to see the coming sunrise

Promises made 
            by sainted chaplains
Yet unrealize  

There will be shade
	    In the aftermath
Of the storm...

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