Short Plaid Poems
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plaid, paisley or polka dot?
patterned or plain taking a spot?
puffy pillows provided by Pat
Printed with purple dogs and one cat
A Scotsman going by Archie McFlip
did a stumble, a fall, and a trip
he started to sing
and to do the fling
even though he had broken his hip
Autumn came swiftly
on the heels of summer's lace
I reached for his plaid jacket
feeling the warmth embrace me
with long arms of sweet recall
rainbow idea
we need prisms in prison
uplifting inmates
plaid idea
We need design on shirts
even on Fox News women
paisley idea
We need to bring back the joy of the sixties
But leave the Viet Nam War behind
With days so bland, I must find color where I can
Panoramic Plaid Underscores Sunrise
grinds dark and fine, aroma transcending
tranquil skies a smoky gray ~
the saffron and blue grass
1/29/2020
He dreams in electric themes
draping around the armchairs
he wheezes down time
Across feral fields his eyes skims
the scenery
His shadow silhouetted by the evening sun
aware of the amolaly
recalling a spectral youth
my favorite plaid shirt
smells of her perfume
letting memories saunter in
like she did to a room
now that it's all over
what else is there to do
except to wear my favorite plaid shirt
that smells of her perfume
plaid announces self
variety of colors
speaks rather clearly
in children’s jumpers
or fanciest Scottish kilt
keen stability
plaid fosters feelings
upon arrival
saying blue collar
working mans fodder
powerful in every way
plaid picks up a rake
plaid is confident
marching in pleats and jackets
generational
I have no idea why they call me plaid girl the urchin said.
She was wearing a plaid dress in blues, yellows and red.
Her plaid scarf and hat you could see all the way down the hall
on her red and green hat was a fuzzy red yarn ball.
On her feet were boots also stamped in big bold plaid.
I think I can guess why said my observant brother, Tad.
I love to see a person clad
In skirt or sweater made of plaid.
A shirt or scarf works just as well;
No stripes or dots can parallel.
In Scotland, once, I went to see
A mammoth Tartan factory.
Each pattern has a special name
And certain ones have gained acclaim.
My closet has a wide selection,
Plaids I wear with great affection.
Wardrobes must be really Spartan
If they lack at least one Tartan!
My mother had three magazines coming monthly in the sixties.
Women’s Day, Redbook and Ladies Home Journal.
American Girl Magazine made its debut, and she bought if for us.
My twin and I.
I remember thinking “who dresses like this?”
With the first edition.
By the third month I had to have white go go boots.
And a short plaid skirt.
But of course, living with my mother, it was never short enough.
Scotch plaid Christmas girl made her bed the best she could
She smoothed down the covers as an astronaut would
Though she was not in the armed forces, she straightened her room
Then she took a video of it all and called a meeting on Zoom.
She showed off her plaids to the family, especially her mother
No one was as impressed as her messy, slovenly big older brother
Come to Omaha and straighten me out too, he begged his Sis.
Knowing his hoarder ways, she said she had to go to Old Miss