Short Hemming Poems
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Hemming my new bell bottoms.
Summer radio blaring to best seventies hits.
School's out ~ life is good.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 1st place 2026
Who cares if the road winds or wends
so long as I step with my friends?
Quit hawing and hemming!
We are not the lemmings
who blindly fall off to their ends.
During Sermon No One Seemed Inspired
During sermon no one seemed inspired,
Were almost sleeping while being tired;
Hemming and hawing;
Pawing and clawing,
And up congregation finally was fired.
Jim Horn
Lipstick stained, empty Jug
Her flock, her friends dispersed
This attitude, could not care less
A pretend she'd well rehearsed
Into the dark, blind advance
Unto a sticky end
Hemming seams of sleeplessness
Where true love ne'er crept, my friend
Form:
She eats her lunch while precariously balancing herself on a line
None of us clearly know why, but she tells us it keeps her feeling fine.
Several ebony crows come by cawing, hemming, tooting and hawing.
But does she fall off? Not ever, she’s a professional, Witch G. Bawing.
sun,
the cycle is complete.
the eager, creative young man is gone.
say hello to the conformist
whose victory is the other one's defeat.
sun,
his mind is gone.
cubed by the hemming concrete walls,
boxed by air-conditioned cubby-holes
he does not know why he runs.
sun,
does this happen to everyone?
(mar 79)
I’d rather that my message was encapsulated in poetry
Instead of the hemming and hawing of the world
Seems a curse held under the breath, malodorous
You know what they’re thinking, as if they were pure
But the cauldron is bubbling with maleficent baubles
Just waiting to spit in your eye, which was dry…
10/29/2020
As a new day breaks
and the robin wakes
my eyes are hazy
my mind is lazy
I ponder the point.
Again.
Again.
Stretching and yawning.
Hemming and hawing.
I ponder the point.
To love?
To learn?
To give?
To take?
Again.
Again.
So mundane.
Is there more?
A secret door?
Grasping vaseline knobs.
Quiet sobs.
Again.
Again..
Form:
Cloth, clothing, garb, la ropa
Sure beats Prozac, or even L-Dopa
Hemming, cutting, measuring, looping
Snappy dress keeps those smiles from drooping
A blouse, a suit, a shirt, a shawl
Strange young tailor masters them all
‘Can’t wait! Must have! Quick! Hurry!’
‘No excuses, tailor, to you I’m judge and jury!’
Shame, fear, anger, doubt
Sorry, ma’am, those stains won’t come out!
A dull knife,
A white veil,
A dirty ring,
Surrounds me.
Angry glances,
Messed up chances,
Torn hemming,
Mocks me.
Selfish whispers,
Dark clouds,
Red roses,
Stares at me.
Footsteps echoing,
Falling tears,
A turning face,
Reminds me.
The day you left,
The days are gone,
And I still pray,
Your love haunts me.
Come back,
Please stay,
Don’t go,
Goodbye.
Written: November 12, 2023, For JCB Brul Contest
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With a balmy wind
nature sings its symphony~
as leaves dance above
Life's cycle will trounce autumn
saffron hemming without dread
Notice twigs slight fall
autumn's mind-astounding grace~
embrace spell lyric
as nature's croon blithely spread
trees sway in hone symphony
It's time to do the singing,
and I ready for my springing
no need to do any clinging, if looking for me, you will see, and
always find me Brimming
You will not find me swimming, and you will
never find me hemming
don't' like dirt or stemming
wherever the clouds are spinning, newspapers will be printing
You always find me Brimming
No need for any grinning, this is not sinning
loving this new beginning
looking for me, you will see, and you will
always find me Brimming