Short Sews Poems
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In the flashes, the acts...
continuous skein of days
the needle sews the tears,
love heals wounds...!
does them off darns sews
it loves silk worms handkerchiefs
silk webs spider weaves
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Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
First grace from sun's soul
Bedecked in tangerine splendour
Tiptoes through window
Into broken heart sews it whole
Contest quadro
Date Jan 12 2017
In this small house,
The winter sews pillows
The sisters- the blizzards weave fluffy carpets,
The old man with a white beard
Draws the ice pictures.
He rings with the crystal handbells
And composes the magic dreams
For children.
Form:
me eye be
...buzz'n...
the present as a
...pre sent...
moment that mows
...meant shuns...
of its very being then
...sews them...
to gather this moments
...tear ease now...
passing instant seconds when
...me watch is finally wound...
stan sand
She cooks, she sews
a relic of the past
the way the world goes
A dimple in her cheek
brave hope holed up in her heart
that one knight in shining armor
can still do his part
to sweep her off her feet
and into his arms
where he will bask forever
in her winsome charms
Woven threads, of fate's design,
A girl child's future is intertwined.
With education's needle, strong and fine,
She sews her path, a destiny divine.
Each stitch a lesson, a wisdom gained,
Her tapestry of dreams is unchained.
She weaves her life, with skill and grace,
A vibrant future, she will embrace.
Everyone Knows Jesus Arose
Jesus arose and I do suppose
That everyone am sure knows
To heaven is where He goes.
Feel him in wind as it blows
And see after the lake froze
Grass that grows and grows.
He protects me from my foes
Together my life hems and sews
Is my savor and was He I chose.
Jim Horn
Where mind sews cobwebs,
I take out a dissolving spyglass.
The space between this self
looks back seeing nothing.
That which holds,
rolls over mind-clouds,
finding no anchors.
The day will take me soon,
make me be what I claim to be,
but in any next pre-dawn
surfacing,
I will know again,
that I am not.
a moment be as...
a 'mow-meant' to clear
any space we be...
in
so time as change be just...
so that whatever any mom-meant leaves behind
sews a new space-time present...
that
be for what follows it next and...
be itself as the new space-time moment that will
become a staircase to another new future...
stan sand
a shadow is a reminder
of
where you came from
where you're going
who's running beside you
who you left behind
who left you behind
who you're chasing
who's haunting you
who's enchanted you
what you're sliding from..
who you run to when life's sprinting by-bye you
dusk will cleave the shadow
but the sun sews it back onto you
Gentle soul grant thee a boon
the dawn is coming much too soon.
No I won't wish for treasures there
not silver thread or starlit hair,
not for the passion of a comet's blaze
nor golden glow of starlit haze.
My only wish to hold the pearly moon
that rests at the throat forever.
That loving, glowing midnight rune
that sews my universe together.
Thus wilting becomes of me, the star so constant, yet so lonely,
Was tiss the hight yet to be reached, what is our limit?
Thy'est thunder reaps my soul for what it sews...
What tiss thee end?
Ney encomber thee, powerfully tempted, upon thee,
What tiss the end?
A'Loft, a-sunder, encombered, enwrapped in a colapse
Of thoughts falling like snowflakes in the sun.
grandparents don’t want time out
the music stops from children’s tops
gone are the days they played with toys
spilled food dropped cleaned up with mops
cuddling in blankets, sews bonding joys.
photos in a scrapbook reviews the past
grandma & grandpa’s pride hangs on the wall
sentimental thoughts of blessings to last
lets have them back when they were small.
Suzy Rose had a knack for clothes
All she does all day is sews
Picking out the finest cotton and feathers
But she can never dress for the weather
Cometh down rain, snow and thunder
Suzy's outfit is always a disaster
Fear not, Suzy is a woman of prosperity
She doesn't drink juice, she drinks tea!
Cometh down rain, snow and thunder
She'll just wear 7 layers under!
A rooster struts, an eagle soars,
A caterpillar inches;
A dolphin leaps, a panther slinks,
A crab, if bothered, pinches.
A farmer reaps, a tailor sews,
A chef sautés and seasons;
A dentist drills, an artist paints,
All with their private reasons.
My husband vacuums and he cooks
To keep his psyche going,
While I write rhymes so I’ll recall
Which way the wind was blowing.
My mother is now very old,
A widow of tales untold,
First gift,"mahar"of my father,a sewing machine to her,singer sold,
To my mother this machine is like gold,
She still sews in memory of Thajudeen to hold,
Singer machine sings d..e..e..n...d..e e..n like a doll,
Singer machine sings d..e..e..n...d..e e..n like a doll,
My mother enjoys the melody of singer in many folds!
The outrage spills
sews evil seeds
reaps injustice
as innocence bleeds.
Misguided few
opinions flawed
fallacious minds
spurred by fraud.
Seek what's true
for better aim
this acting out
shall bring you shame!!
Violent destructive acts upon the property of others, (Tesla) for whatever reason, cannot be justified, you are a criminal and you should be severely punished!!
"...sometimes...pronunciate shuns-off air...
(more?...off-air...more?!)
---cofcof---
...an 'awe'...fer more offs-me hair...me ore..."
(soooo...eye sews oh...so-so...)
1- "oh!...verm?...mow over...more!"
2- "oh...fer'ma rover?...mmmm...or?"
1- "over-mow...over-more"
2- "ah!...verm!!...off me rover!
1- "yah!...verm over!...M O W E R!!!"
stans sand
(cutting the grass in a rainy spring)
She sews for the neighbors
She sews for us three
She sews for her children
She sews for me
We are in awe, for she makes beautiful things
We are amazed at her talent, and the happiness she brings.
She sews at night, in the morning and noon sometimes.
We love her products, they are free, cost us no dimes.
She sews and sews and none of us know why.
Until we see her sewing poster and feel lucky we do not die.
Gina
always lights up a room
a smile as big as a lollipop
smells fresher then new cut hay
loving as a new puppy
works harder then a beaver
heart as big as the grand canyon
the specialists person in my life
cooks better then sara lee
fishs better then bill dance
more outdoors then davy crocket
sews better then a sewing machine
builds better then the amish
drives better then jeff gordon
glows brighter then the sun
thats why we love gina
The wound saddened her and the scab would not dry.
She is frayed but with dignity sews and patches herself.
Time ticks as she waits patient, alert for the door closing.
And she waits.
Her clothes are torn from too many washings.
Too many stains.They should be thrown away.
But with tenderness she tries to make it work,once more.
And she waits
If you can hear me . Now is the time for help.
Sewing her dreams one by one helps and the waiting.
Living
is to crystallize into candid shards,
fragile as the tremble of a glass too full;
is to pierce oneself like the sun
sews ray to ray across its mighty core;
is the center to which the ocean
folds in on itself,
glittering a gown of sand
into kaleidoscopic swirls
of glass and salty mists,
flaking lips.
Existence eagerly dips its pale toes in,
sea water slipping through slackened eyes.
It seeps back whence it derived:
a cage of bones.
Sleeping with the devil against your will
You lie down he does too
You turn the corner he mocks
Just being a copy
Full of raw stuff
Never coming to knowledge of his own
Looking to steal from your life one more time
Hold and cover
The order of his dine
Needing to create a mind
Empty of which way to go
Filling self by way of others sews
Like a stuffed animal
Without reason he molds
Spewing back out hearing in mind
No original agenda cooking
Grandma's quilt
Hand-stitched memory patches
Not one piece another matches
Artful legacy
Sews family ties together
Crafted by hands now weathered
Captured moments
Prom dresses that ever dance
Within love the flowed from grandma's hands
Unique reminders
Weddings, first dates, recitals
Embrace in grandma's revival
Adorned crib
Quilt that covers a newborn
With memories of ancestors gone