Short Sash Poems

The dress lingered around her body,
tempting my hands; untie that sash...

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Manhattan
Missus
Slaying
The masses
With class
And glasses
Never giving up
With a sash
That slashes...

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School comes to an end
Cap, gown and sash, worn proudly
       Students sigh and rejoice


Date: 07/20/2019...

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A baby appeared on New Year’s Eve
No parents or clothes, if you believe
	A top hat and sash
	rather bold slapdash
resolute in year's goals to achieve...

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Femmy Felix walked with a sway.
He really flamed with a sash e.
But in our little town.
Opinion's mostly frown.
They said that you should walk this way....

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Nothing to the Imagination
by JD DeHart

She first removed the glove
recalling Gilda, then the sash
then the dress
then the rest until she had
even removed herself and we
searched through fallen robes
to no avail....

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A silky satin sash about the box
   Can keep your present's secret for a while
But certain sources, call them 'leaky locks'
   Reveal that which is hidden in your smile



            
             Iambic Pentameter...

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"Straighten your sash
Don't wrinkle your dress
Listen when I scream at you
Just wait til I get you home"

Little girls in beautiflu dresses
Heavy make up, poofy hair
Some so young they don't know
It's their mom who wants them there...

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Once tied to 
 her golden hair 
 now loose 
 somewhere 
 out there 

 flowing freely 
 unwinding slowly 
 her silk sash 
 slow dances 
 in the wind 

 he smiles 
 as he recalls 
 her kiss 
 made of 
 lace and ribbon

March 24, 2019...

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Staunch, spine straight as a flagpole
    Chin tucked into neckfolds of flesh
  Face itch, lips blubber incessantly... 

    Hips thrust forward... twin bulldozers
  Life expectancy, a speck in a sandstorm
    Rows of medals under gray sash, Iraq...

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See the star; there, to the north
The third, shimmering brightest as if
An entire constilation's worth of glow 
Is harbored in it's singularity.

Make a wish darling;
Your fingers on the small of my back
Your breath, warm, a candy coloured sash, 
Accross my back....

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For want of air he doth thrash
At this line of silken sash.
For lack of breath he doth stir
As his sight begins to blur.
For loss of land he doth dangle
With neck at an unholy angle.
For need of ground he doth float
O'er the water of a murky moat.
...

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Slam.
Closed, the door locked,
bolts bolted,
window sash fused, 
window sash fused.

Vehement and implacable,
the wind scowls
gouging an inescapable path,
splitting and cracking,
branches ache,  
binds break,
white flag quivers.

Why resist?
surrender!...

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janey was always making a mess 
she would go through the trash 
she was always covered in paint 
she liked to play in the mud
she needed to be blessed 
when she was looking she found a new sash 
she needed to be praying to the saints 
she always dressed like a dud...

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SASH OF TEARS

The frigid air
suffocates slow the crimson heart:
sash of tears...
________________________________
***#1
Pretty Little Lunes - Poetry Contest
Sponsor Name - Andrea Dietrich

Olive Eloisa Guillermo
9:50 pm, August 02, 2015...

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A window framed with memory
  emits the brightest light

Its lock and hasp long since removed
  a journeyman’s delight

Casting off the millstone
  the rock of age has come 

Where darkness hides beyond the sash
  —inside a rising sun

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2018)...

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A window framed with memory
  lets in the brightest light

Its lock and hasp long since removed
  a journeyman’s delight

Casting off the millstone
  the rock of age has come 

As darkness hides beyond the sash
  —to greet the rising sun

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2018)...

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After my first cutlass slash,
I had hit upon a bloody nervy sash,
And had fainted half,
Rest of the scene was in delirium,
A nightmare and a dream,
I was discovered by house help,
Who couriered me to medical help,
I am treated in stomach and mind for the wound,
And out of depression,
For a life that abounds....

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I no longer like Nash,
At him teeth gnash;
A chance and his head bash
For being grossly rash
In his spending of cash
Over a bought sash

All his reasons “Thrash”
To him like a child trash!

I shall no longer see Nash,
For it shall end in a crash,
Now quite sure he’s brash…

Indeed, this way Nash
To another I’ll dash!...

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SOMEWHERE ON TOP

Breathing free, I behold--

sash-like fluffy blue clouds

hugging mountain-waists.

Nearby, terrace of trees greets

and falls that warble deep.

___________________

©O.E. Guillermo
05:20 PM, January 10, 2015
30 syllables

Sponsor	nette onclaud 
Contest Name	SOMEWHERE...

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I love a man who’s rash
and who carries lots of cash.
If he has a little flash
that only adds to his panache. 

I dug into my stash
to provide a birthday bash
for my caballero with his sash
who really made a splash.


My dreams have turned to ash
when my lover made a dash
and took off with my antique Nash.
My heart can’t survive the gash....

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Calabash cracks
On the frond chair
Splinters

Black sash, then sparks
Tooth, bone and hair
Whispers

Patter-patter
Footfalls on stone
Midnight

Blood-moon and fog
Shadows haunting
Mist-white

White dress, bare feet
Root, foot… slipped
Whimpers

Neck and wrist slit
Wine of soul, spilled
Sputters

Dawn and duskblade
Spell rites fulfilled
Hunters....

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Snow hits the ground
with the temperature falling
Slick city streets reflect
shoes they have seen

Icicles form
on a frigid veranda
Dripping like faucets
somewhere in between

Go to a window
with curtains of satin
Pull up the sash
so that winter can see

Each tiny island
your mind tends to visit
When it is cold
where your feet seem to be...

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Worry-ers of the Past


Tears subside into sleep
Sleep subsides into Death
Arms wide open to receive you
Down in its murky depths

Frozen but aglow with warmth
Rivers of a salted sash
Meander on my face like yours
Flag us forever
As worry-ers of the past

We sink you and I
Dead, but still breathing
Dead and domineering
Afraid of our power
Burnt from shadows and feeling...

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There’s nothing more beautiful 
Than a native song
A native dance
We move to the beat
Made wide the door
Pulled open the sash
To the simpler things 
We can treasure once more
An ethnic custom
A traditional meal
A friendly smile
Crossing over the miles
From someone you knew 
Once long ago
There,
With you still
Smiling down upon you.

December 12, 2020
Party Folk   Julia Ward...

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