Short Paisleys Poems

orange paisleys with turquoise polka dots swirl in my imagination station.
it is a mystical day, i feel more magical than my unicorn charley.
time to write a poem....

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paradise patty’s puffy plush pillows patterned polka dot, paisleys,
pretty purple and pink prints, provide princes and princesses
plenty of prevalent presidential powerful plush pleasure....

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Quilted cat had a right to be puffed up and proud.
We all knew he was the prettiest cat, not a bit cowed.
With his paisleys and checks, he was subtle, not loud.
He was dapper and darling, the greatest cat in our crowd....

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I have one mumu
It disappeared a week ago
The second I stopped searching
I found it

I had accidentally turned it inside out
The inside is white and dull; boring
Nothing like the outside with orange and blue paisleys...

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They both wore florals, paisleys and brocades of gold
The maiden and her horse, two kindred souls from times of old
Together since they were young, they understood each other
Are they looking more alike daily? Asked the maiden’s mother....

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Every day is fresh and new.
Should I paint? Use pinks or blues?
Are orange paisleys in my day?
I twirl at the opportunities that in sashay.

Every day a new beginning.
A place to start this race I’m winning.
I feel joyful, excited too
Today may be the day I meet you!...

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"Delta dawn, what's that flower you have on?"

                  Daisy paisleys on my gown-               hand-drawn.

& you son, in Vietnam?

                 Blood-red poppies on the ground-          I'm dead and gone.
                                                                                I'm dead and gone....

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Silky polka dots, paisleys, flowered bras too.
Printed sweetly in the seventies, reds, and blues.
Debbie had the prettiest that was the big news.
Hers was rainbow in ambry, type of gentle hues.
Bras were more important than any of our hairdos.
Why we needed fancy, did some of us confuse.
Those who did not realize free love was not a ruse....

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Shh! Grandma cautioned her parents. She is in dream child mode.
The paisleys and oranges and polka dots are gearing up her dendrites.
Driving her REM to the world of magic, you need to let her be.
She’s an astral traveler, her Daddy said to Grandma. Nothing will wake her up.
Her dendrites were a rocket ship, blasting toward mystical imagination....

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The yin and the yang of my artistic self 
parades in the world of imagination,
I know I need a bit of both, 
but I do have a favorite

I like the glitz and the glamour of the sequined stars,
The rhinestones of snow, and the pure whiteness of clouds
They add the right flavor to the rest of myself
For I am oranges and reds, swirling in wild paisleys....

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In the seventies we thought we were modern
Utmost chic, sassy, on the cutting edge.
With our bell bottom slacks
And our bell sleeved shirts and dresses
Perhaps we were.
Everyone had the same pattern.
It was fun to see which fabrics others would select.
Paisleys and florals were vividly popular!
The polka dotted fabrics stayed back in the fifties.
But stripes were definitely a choice....

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colors galore
came from her magic pen
in paisleys and plaids
kaleidoscope of prints and fashions.

she was unaware
just throwing things onto a page
not seeing the magic others saw
it was the beauty of what kept her poems honest

she flavored many reader's days
And sometimes their weeks,
without ever realizing the glory of her words,
how mystical her pen was or how talented she was...

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My closet is filled with beautiful clothes
Blouses in pinks, oranges, blues
Dresses in turquoises, golds, silvers
Fluffy fake fur coats in black, white and gray
I adore colors, patterns and textures.
Loving paisleys, zigzags, multi-patterned clothes
Not as fond of polka dots or stripes
Too symmetrical
I prefer clothing that looks like it was designed by
Klee, Miro and Dali
I am an artist; it is in my nature to be lop-sided....

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