Short Garment Poems
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Holding tight her virginity..
Timid, twas her heart's tithe
As parting her silken garment
To offer her bride love's bloom.
traveling is changing
the garment of the soul...
raise knowledge,
enlighten the spirit
renew life,
learn to be participate
and inhabitant of the cosmos...
Skunk or a deer -
what was the varmint?
'Cuz Noah's buck naked,
without any garment! (Gen 9:21)
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In response to Drunk as a Skunk by Gershon Wolf
My anti-aesthetic garment spews out priest
Michael stands in river between olive trees
whose roots draw libido like Daphne's laurels
Apollo wore, in my drifting slumbering
pale Astro Projection where we meet again
At Nan's.
The pendulum swings,
Tocks the Grandfather clock,
The needles click, the garment grows
The fire crackles with joy,
So cosy sleeps the child,
Till cups in saucers gangle,
And cake smells waft the air.
My bank balance
Stood as a false idol
Insurmountable as bubblegums
The smack of my lips
A Hallelujah
Heralding a full tummy
My fingers lost in wrappers
Spun a yarn
A garment made
To keep my nakedness
Naked
Waterdroplets like diamonds bright
Reflected by morn's sun
Glisten 'pon the tender Maple
Then sun behind cloud runs
The fog has covered the forest
Wrapping in a damp coat
Cool garment of moisture surrounds
Like a veil softly floats
Shadow lights reflecting
on the tattered fringe
of soul,
the shiny threads reminding me
that yes,
I once was whole.
The remnant of a garment
That they now use as a shroud
wrapped around the sad remains of
one who once was proud.
Fantasy,
is the garment we wear
day by day...
dreams feed
the reality and we
free from common, strengthen
our reality...
the hallucination of
being clay hallucinates us,
but the reality of being
soul...
magnifies us, cheers us up...!
Fall flaunts, flashing her red, the blazon of the bold,
Waltzes and whirls in winsome triumph for a while...
Fash’nably fades, flamboyantly retreats in style,
Surrendering her gaudy garment to the cold.
October 3, 2020
Fabric torn, worn and frayed-
The owner of this garment tearfully prayed.
Not for better clothes to wear-
Rather to take away the sins we share.
By dying upon a cross of guilt and shame-
Jesus beat the devil at his own game.
Deathwards go I—
Through this needle’s narrowing eye
Called Life, —
With mortal Thread stitched—.
If garment be weaved—
From Life by the Weaver’s loom;
Then weaved was
I by Him— ‘til worn and creased
Out of shape into Death’s cold womb—.
Form:
Everybody wants to go to Heaven,
Nobody wants to die.
But we cannot wear our earthly garment
To that wedding up on high.
We must put off this robe of flesh
To enter Heaven’s door.
We’ll wear a robe prepared by God,
And we’ll never die anymore.
Sweat is the other garment
You wear in the desert
When the only water is in the cactus
And all but the flies are inert
But a cool layer of sweat
Is a hiker’s proof of reward
For taking a thin trail
And in curiosity, moving forward.
34.
When your spirit is woolen,
the old stains are hard to lift
Never drench this heavy wool
The shrinking soul is swift.
Trauma choose the coarse cover
For wool is as strong as steel
And sorrow filled the basin wet
No garment covers how I feel.
He looks like a good person
from the physical appearance,
little do you know he's poison
wearing a garment of pretence
He pretends to be a friend
who will always help in danger
though his mission always stand
to devour you up like a monster
Shes
that makes me smile
that makes me breath
Need a garment
woven silk
to keep her warm
To give her colour
to make her understand
that theres more
to life
than garment
theres more to life
than silk
more to life than colour
Form:
petite rhinestone buttons from the forties
buttoning up the back of a size zero blouse
it appears to be chiffon, sheer, classy, chic
Old Hollywood glamour, but who can wear it?
No one in this family; I want those buttons
But dare I deface this gorgeous garment?
Hope supreme more than a dream,
a feeling deep inside of me....
Faith a stream from constant source,
a river from a higher force.....
Rarity is charity,without public recognition,
displayed uniquely is our unity
our finest garment..... love's protection.....
hunter's bullet fired
turtledove falls swiftly down...
white aura floats up
poet collapses
upon kitchen floor silence...
white garment caress
white light very bright
draws dove poetess to come...
white light tunnel's end
Who knows what it is...
The curvy road led me to the curvaceous girl.
Sitting on a bench I found her stitching thread by thread a garment. Its crystal clear I had landed myself a tailor-made chick.
Her hips poured and filled the bench. I bet she was from space because her figure was out of this planet.
Meandering
a speechless glee
allowing the dust of purpose
a cleansing breath
shedding the garment of time
playing hide and seek
with your shadow
no past – no future
only lazy footsteps
guiding you
in a wanderer’s waltz
9/17/2021
“M” Contest, New Poems Only – Poetry Contest
at last
the wall is broken
dam burst
words silver chiming fish rush through
surging against the current
reaching for clarity
spin a garment of ideas
long trapped in the obscure mind
mute no more
the task to encompass change
that crept into reality as a fugue state
dissipates
who is the enjoyer of bliss thunder
that reverberates in feeble form
all nodes are one, none asunder
enlivened by currents cool and warm
space our garment, boundaries disappear
we bilocate everywhere as we please
God within cave of heart is so near
with this knowing, we flow on with ease
That sinking feeling, ego borne
Weed it out from the root
Mind-body transient garment worn
Love throbs do pain transmute
Stagnation nemesis
Such is our prognosis
Reclaim bliss consciousness
Our heart needs healing
That sinking feeling
05-October-2021
Quietus