Short Scarfs Poems

Penguins are flightless birds
Their home Antarctic
They are sea birds
In colour they are black 
     and white
All they need is a 
     big red bow
To dress up their tuxedo
The ladies wear scarfs...

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Jumpers, darned with wool
Trousers, patched for school;
Shoes scuffed,left unlaced
Teeth framed in metal brace;
Dripping noses and chilblains,
Scarfs and finger mitts
Ears muffled against the chill
Ffee milk solid on the sill....

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a re-post inspired by Janice's contest

WINTER '47

Jumpers, darned with wool
Trousers, patched for school;
Shoes scuffed,left unlaced
Teeth framed in metal brace;
Dripping noses and chilblains,
Scarfs and finger mitts
Ears muffled against the chill
Free milk solid on the sill....

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Meadows swaying with fresh plant life
Cliffs stand chalky surround the valley
Deep within it breaths heaven
Habitants there within caves
Ladies of hair scarfs and long dresses
Men with strong structure and charisma
Whispering winds of imagination leaves
Farmiliarising myself to the re-occurring dream...

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Jumpers
     darned with wool
Trousers
      patched for school
Shoes scuffed
          left unlaced
Teeth frame
      in metal brace
Dripping noses &
               chilblains
Scarfs &
   finger mitts
Ears muffled 
             against the chill
Free school milk 
       solid on the sill.


repost from 2007...

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this winter is bitter
with temperatures sub zero
and wild howling winds
snow gathering in drifts

snow my only view
bare trees creak, groan
squirrels run searching, searching
birds are hidden, silent

people dress like eskimos
skin can quickly freeze
hands and feet protected
wrapped in hats, scarfs

yet, some go skating
and some go skiing
me, I light fireplace
cuddling with my cat...

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give me wool, please I need wool,
to knit hats, scarfs and socks for the homeless;
that dwell in doorways gasping for breath in the bitter cold,
as the biting snow swirls about like gauzy curtains drifting, blowing;
on this cold bitter day, oh give me wool, please, I need lots of warm wool.

_________________________
December 29, 2015

Verse

Submitted to the contest, Wool
sponsor, CT

Did not place in contest....

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Trimeter

Winter of skates, snow, ice.
Cold chill in the air, coats,
muffins, scarfs , sleds, skies, nice.
Silver bells, music notes.

Slalom’s dangerous way
Hot chocolate, sweaters,
Boots for drifts, wind blown day.
Home by fire, writing letters.


Mistletoe, Santa Claus,
presents, ribbons, bows, strings,
wrappings children then toss.
Toy cars, dolls, Christmas brings.

All is time of great joy ,
Time made for both girl, boy....

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Thoughts Gachalard emeralds forms one's inner precious
Giving a unique sense of glamour an sight
chisel'd sculpture call; 
showing inner skills devious
varnished tints on canvas; 
grasp one's own tenacious light
smoke mist haze an haar;
cuddle thou scarfs textured delight
immortality aspects bravery;
overcomes all bounds an matches
roaring thunder and cracks in clouds;
inspire th' giant fire inside
how thou art a poets thought 
to hide yet remain in thy lot...

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