Short Kerchief Poems

POETRY is God's 
  kerchief
catching all the food
   from a last 
COSMIC MEAL

///LOVE\\\...

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Grandpa gives kerchief
novice fisherman
catfish pierced hand
the years grimace and grin
for a lesson infused...

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Camille in a red kerchief"
ever so 'wifley'supportive'
Monet at his impressionist best
with this intimate 'domestique 'jest
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It hurts if canker cuts a rose
Or the moon behind  cloud's kerchief goes'
We are that sensitive.
Therefore o God why give
Any pretty girl a runny nose?...

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It hurts if canker cuts a rose
Or the moon behind  cloud's kerchief goes'
We are that sensitive.
Therefore o God why give
Any pretty girl a runny nose?...

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HOOKER
                                             floozy streetwalker
                                    ‘kerchief drops lake eyes open
                                            so deep a mother...

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Rhonda invited some guest for Evening tea.
Sandwiches, scones n cakes made her glee.
Lil Sam was not allowed, his mind mischiefs
He hides two mice in Nanny's kerchief.









For the Contest Chastuska Me
Judge:- Dr. Ram Mehta
Date:- August 27,2014
By:- Zoe Life...

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It was haemolysed 
the homeless night.
Flagellation will bring out the truth.

The bloody kerchief
was thrown on a crowd.
A new comet was sighted.

Dust and ice were
near the tears.
Sun was rising.

Something fell
in the lake. Death was going
to be celebrated.

Flesh has emptied
the juices. Now 
bones will laugh.



Satish Verma...

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"So what will you do without me?" 
he asks, 
 

     I will become Jezzebel, 
like all the other forgotten 
women of romance movies, 
     huddle in the back alley ways of 
notorious speakeasies 
in a revealing red dress 
and weep the soul of you 
out of me 
into your perfectly white kerchief, 

runny mascara, 
  
   that's what....

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I know, I know 
      that we are fighting 
wars with a Muslim nation 
      The other day a 
young woman with a kerchief
        smiled at me 
 What am I to make of this?
    How shall I proceed with 
         my Zionist ambitions
Night is coming - and blesses 
    sleep
  Before I go to Dreamland 
I'll give a quick thought 
    to peace 
Shalom, shalom, SHALOM...

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Picky just like an old school pin up,
easily a trendsetter with scope.
Registered at first glance a star.
Strutting she knows what  sells,
notorious for that catchy slogan
‘I won’t ever provide an alibi.’
Cute with a mouth that’s caustic,
kerchief in her hand style attack.
Each detail devastatingly divine.
Tantalize with the tip of a secret,
yes she’s a fastidious fantasy....

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He had on his bibbed overalls, and his red kerchief.
Finally found his worn straw hat, with great relief.
Headed out on the water with a wave and a wish.
Heard plenty of bass making a splash or a swish.

Good luck! Said his girl, who refused to go.
She could not bear water; her fear was aglow.
She thought she might drown, but she encouraged him.
He wished she would grow up and learn how to swim....

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Being Jemima
Aunt Jemima! Who in God’s name
Came up with that name?
Molded polyurethane encasing
Thick sweet amber
You didn’t even think enuf of me
To give me decent clothes

I can do better than smother hotcakes
Take this kerchief off my head, you hear?
I ain’t no maid, no servant, no flapjack topper
Get me off this table and let me be what
I was destined to be, what I’m free to be.
Aunt Jemima. Really. What’s takin’ so long?

8-16-12...

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Night is hanging a kerchief with stars
above the sleeping Earth
above her sadnesses, passions,
above her restless head.
And only a lunar path
tells dreams to dark Volga.
A Romany fire burns
on the bank of this great Russian river. 
Romany lass dances,
bracelets ring on wrists 
skirts and curls of hair
fly up in dance. 
She is the most beautiful lass in the world now!
That is why the wind is laughing
and night plays with tambourine
of moon and stars....

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we hoard for hearts busted by our storm
we enable the swarm caused by our norm

stability is tainted by uneven balances of change
i wonder what the central truths of ourselves can possibly arrange

you stay in your kerchief and i in my cap
for once we unwind from our zigzagging entwining, it is all pretty much a rap

when the laughter comes and the frustration and tears dissipate,
we are finally able to create the antidote to adequately cure the ache of our estate...

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Try not to notice the stand-out babushka I was told.
I immediately whipped my face around, so big and bold.
She was really something with kerchief of green and gold.
I said not to look! Said my friend, whose face seemed old.

He is so smitten with his cat, it is almost ridiculous I know.
But he has no other relative, so he is in love with Bitsy Blow.
She wandered onto his back step one day in February snow.
I try my best to not see her, even though she has eyes that glow....

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