Short Seamed Poems
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I cry when I think about my mom
I was bad at being a son
I thought she had so many
that she loved more than me.
The son that always
seamed too busy
to even
visit
her
The tailored line,
bespoken Poet
With needle sharp,
to hem and sew it
Where thoughts as threads,
stitch out as whole
Whose words once seamed
—contain my soul
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)
Love is a gift straight from heaven above
when it is right it feels like wearing gloves
Love is a virtue for the beloved
offer it gently to the one you love.
Bestow it like the doves do up above,
seamed as one always soaring and in love
Chill in the morning
As the sun glimmer softly
After a mountain
Cool breeze whispers hushed
Aroma sizzles from cup
Of roasted fine beans
Dew trickles from top
Dousing planks spewing earth scent
Thumping, thumping feet
Birds seamed melody
Waking colors of nature
Thought, silence whispered
the large bouncy ball nestles in the basket
the small bumpy one rolls into the hole
the hard, seamed one flies over the stadium fence
the ball that's kicked lands in the net of the goal
what is it about its round form
that fascinates everyone so, that
as we grow, we often trade one for another
always looking to 'have a ball,' you know
Cellophane wrappers tossed aside
Street worn
Dark tide.
Dashiki dressed strode in pride
Street worn
Dark tide.
Refuse strewn …side laced
Street waste
Dark tide.
Dirty white, short height, left faced;
Street waste
Light tide.
Blighted boughs, deformed, reformed
Street waste
Light tide.
Diverse, rich cream, seamed………
Street dreamed
New tide.
To what end art,
or music, or poetry,
but to frame a moment
and simply see something
of that moment itself,
ineffably ordinary and peculiar;
her seamed and wrinkled face,
a silence broken to uneven lengths,
the exact expression of love -
and in that moment have revealed
something you hide from yourself,
an ability to remove the frame
and still see the beauty
Nano nil glitch, stroke; flow lubed leach.'
Synch rich, stichless seamed.. interlocutional smooth streamed'
Formed by in-flow, tronic sensed
Fluid deep texture, by each slide'
No stroke denied, draw and thrust.'
Inspiration (less dust) sidling idling'
To form in a texture, of influx overflow.'
Slick up my sentances; an arrest-less go.'
A new tapestry, out-grows.)
Run…
As fast as you can
Red shades of dismal
Flowing fear
Melt to the glass of sand
Hide…
In the hollow hidden dry
Drink down the spell
Of earth and hell
Indifferent to the sky
Lie…
Forever un-seamed
Face down amidst
The death of sound
Black holes of melody
Sleep…
To the blood of setting sun
From spiral dreams
Look down at what
One cell has now become
…Jeff Bresee
Her lips are purple with words
that crown and not demean;
Her mind is laced with golden threads of
thoughts seamed into rational words;
on them are actions like embroideries,
hand crafted by wits above sweaty brows,
by wisdom above hard labour.
Her purple lips is beyond the shade of a purple lipstick
Smudged on her lips while she gazed at reflection in a mirror,
But it is a shade of her femininity beyond just being pretty.
Baseball
they made it round
so it would roll
light so it could be thrown
seamed to grip
so it wouldn’t slip
but skip curve dip
dive dance on air
soaring in high looping arcs
brushing clear azure blue
landing outside the fence
it was made for play
and bringing people together
to share the ambience
of a balmy summer day
sitting on a bench
with nothing to do
but watch others
play the game
and wish you could
do it too
David Sermersheim
Double G, Grace,
(or Leggy),
was the talk of town
and her legs in black-seamed stockings
were put out in ads
in London's parks
Women thought of these ads
on the Metropolitan
and thought how their legs might lead them
into fancy ways
with certain boyfriends
gathered after dark
How they thanked Leggy!
So Leggy had letters
from all over London
giving lurid details of
legs' adventures on mattresses
in London playtime larks
4/23/2015
every time i close my eyes
i think of every moment that these times would rise
look up in the air an touch the sky's
forget every time that i said goodbyes
every question i had was what and whys
and everything else just turned out to be a surprise
looking at everything that was out of size
thinkin of all my friends like there where a prize
because everything else just seamed like lies
i make my tries
as everybody implies
i hear the cries
this is my demise
The blaring, deafening diesel
Horn warned its imminent approach
To the major intersection
Of town with four cacophonies:
Each longer than the preceding
One as its screeching wheels clamored
Across the unevenly seamed
Cold tracks causing each set of wheels
To rhythmically sound their unique
Click-clack beat as the weathered cars
Swayed side to side in a seeming
Endless queue of commodities.
Far off in the distance is heard
The faint four as it rolled westward.
hello love
what an other time
of
day
persuaded
am
i
to
let
you
stay
come with me
if only in this little while
felt it in my heart wrapped
all around your smile
pictures of you
and
of
a
me
pictures of us both
coloured like ghosts
the universe is ours
cosmicing all stars
fly me from your moon
rest me in your cocoon
tastefully butterfly winged
angelically you are seamed
sew sew sew
me
a
sleeve
minus
the
weave
never said good bye
to
a
hello love
?