Short Shawls Poems

birds silent on trees
fogs cover them in white shawls ~
leaves seem to shiver


07 November 2021...

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Bold

red, gold

and orange-

weave flamboyant

November landscapes;

spun leafy shawls

hug tight to

warm our

heart.
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Mice, rats, winter day clouds, coats, shawls.
Gray pants, tunics, bugles play calls.
Horses neigh for action hate stalls.
Ride hard brave scout.
Paint on iron battleship hulls
make rust stay out....

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Her lightning fast moves mesmerized me
she’s the fastest flamenco dancer in Seville someone whispered
well practiced whirls of pinks and oranges captivated her audience
without fans, shawls or castanets...

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Once
My adoring eyes worked alongside my nimble fingers
To gently swaddle your tiny frame in a
Soft White shawl


Now
The same two eyes and hands check you wear you're seat belt
Before you drive off

And wave...

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toasty variegated yarn from Oskaloosa
the hues of colors
red blue yellow green
knitting needles are clicking along

warm mittens and slippers
afghans and shawls
a dress for a toddler
clickety clack clickety clack...

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Some people
like chocolate
like wine
like spring sale
like tivoli
like confetti
and then other people
like bedbugs
like hiccup
like the song on your mind
like an alarm clock
and the warm red shawls
in winter time...

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In death chimes no dime;
But grime embraced, 
In silent crimes, 
Of critters dressed, 
In maggot shawls, 
Of this charmless congregation,
That chew the rot,
Till dust and dust lie, 
On naked blankets,
Of dark sands....

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November delivers Autumn's prize

to stay before its last goodbyes

with its fiery, vibrant blaze

it brings us crisper days

while scenery sprawls

its golden shawls

bringing glow

'fore snow

falls
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Woolen Shawls


Mothers are like woven shawls
knitted from the finest wool.
Stitch by stitch, their shapes are formed
for warmth, comfort and protection...
forever, as enduring wraps of love.


Sandra M. Haight

~Honorable Mention~
Contest: Wool
Sponsor: CT
Judged: 01/20/2016
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The
autumn
leaves party
dressed in orange
red or gold on limbs
dancing, rustling boldly

saluting their short stay
knitting last hurrahs
of colored shawls
till snowflake
blankets
fall


September 19, 2021

Contest: Merse - Beauty of Fall Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Malabika Ray Choudhury
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Sealed from human eyes,
Veiled in shawls of the mist - 
Like the Arabian lady so shy...

All standing together,
Never far from each other,
Always holding hands...

The deer, the river, the pines,
In a perfect life so wild,
Its jewel of peace survives...

Mother nature thrives,
Within wild life alive,
Sealed from human eyes...

30/3/2020...

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Tall oak trees with shawls of Spanish moss
Tower over palmettos scorched and brown,
The rain drenches quickly from clouds
Heavy to pass on through the rising mists,
As the rude chimes sound mechanical
Creative melodies reverberating in protest,
Across the pasture where horses graze
Casually 'til late afternoon becomes dusk.

written June 5, 2021...

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December came dancing along
Implying clouds to play their pouring songs
Drenching land with affectionate warmth
Wrapping mountains in snow-white shawls
Enhancing streams with drizzly charms
Ornamenting rocks with soft white tops
Draping valleys with frills of delicate fogs
Aiding awaiting lake with new aquatic stock
Lifting spirits to prepare for Christmas Rock...

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The late December air rings
with the silence
crisp and chill.

Oceans of drifted, white, snow
crest barn doors and windows.

Frosted panes 
sheets of crystalline parchment 
roll, perforated like strips of ribbon candy
from tin roofs as
icicles hang from gutters 
fringed like shawls.

The sharp snap of branches 
masks the bark of distant dogs....

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The Seasonal Wardrobe of Trees


Trees
transform
their wardrobes

Spring
blossoms
green lace shawls

Soon
spreads lush
dark green capes

Fall
flaunts gold
burnished gowns

Then
drapes white
crocheted scarves


Sandra M. Haight

~1st Plac~
Contest: Haiku 1-2-3 or 3-2-1
Sponsor: Charles Messina
Judged: 10/09/2018
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Shop bells tinkling from eight 'til late
queuing customers having to wait;
Thursday,closing at noon
opportunity to court and spoon.

Collection boxes built into walls,
gossiping ladies in their shawls;
Bells pealing on the hour,
drays pulled by one horse power.

Factory hooters' blowing
Moring cocks' a crowing;
Cycle bells a-ringing,
Food home delivery a-bringing....

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Shop bells tinkling from eight 'til late
queuing customers having to wait;
Thursday,closing at noon
opportunity to court and spoon.

Collection boxes built into walls,
gossiping ladies in their shawls;
Bells pealing on the hour,
drays pulled by one horse power.

Factory hooters' blowing
Morning cockrels' crowing;
Cycle bells a-ringing,
Provisions from vans' a-bringing....

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Autumn sets the hills ablaze
As the woodlands brightly burn--
And I watch with youthful wonder
As the seasons take their turn.

Each gives way to the other
Taking leave with noble grace--
As spring proffers fields of flowers
And the winter shawls of lace.

But autumn, in its splendor
Gives the greatest gift of all--
It takes the leaves of summer
And to each it gives, the fall.

~Mel...

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A juerga with flamenco guitars, 
With fires blooming like red flowers, 
Corpses dancing in moonlight
The dance of wounded souls, 
Vibrant red dresses 
White shirts like birds, 
Falling shawls, 
Dancers, 
Sky, 

Claps, 
Cubic
Movements of
Color, music's
Seeds, hands being wings 
In shadows on the wall, 
From soul detaching passion's
Lights, motion vibrating the string, 
Resonance for a new dimension....

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Blooming since temperate days of Fall
fragrant red roses were frozen
wearing sugar shawls of snow
gelid crimson petals
beneath a blanket
of winter white
slumbering 
draped in
frost
Laced
flowers
shrouded in
crystalline ice
swaddled the roses
to preserve the beauty
until frost melted to dew
warm in the renaissance season
when nature gently awakens Spring
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backside, front slide
whatever celtic profile
drips into the moon's pool
shawls twirl of mirrors unbidden
phrases and alphabets of waters wander
collapsing around the waist of marbles unturned

shelter me with a thousand
embraces from the moon's blankets
the wind torments me with granite whistles
when mother dusk wails for morsels of  biblical mercy
this decadent night crawls with exiled breaths. i breathe....

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Xanthic daffodils
sway in bright sunshine
their golden trumpets
are all heralding
the dawning of spring

Snowdrops raise heads
and pansies smile
as icy shawls 
just melt away

My garden’s
adorned with
pretty blooms

Spring is
here to

stay!

N/a in A Diminished Hexaverse Contest Poetry Contest 

Sponsored by Caren Krutsinger

1st Place in contest sponsored by Brain Strand

1/4/21...

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Straight-up the arrows,
hard-pressed the doors
to all the rooms
in all the houses
on Clark Street.

Father Coughlin brought blessings
thinned with broth
from potato peelings.

Women poured tears
into fringed shawls,
and buried their dead
above Dublin’s seashore,
along the banks
of the river Liffey.

Through the years,
the ghost of James Clark,
Bugsy’s brother-in-law,
pursued Al Capone 
all the way to his grave....

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Moisture laden morning air
wraps pale shawls round sleepy trees;
wee birds sing in cool garden
lifting praise on pleasing breeze.
Bees busy dusting flowers,
packing perfumed honey bags,
buzz low to kiss choice blossoms
drooped beneath dewdrops downward drag.
I worship, cloistered dawning,
held still in God's supreme hand;
linger, soft laughing moments, 
giving grace for day's demands.

Faye Lanham Gibson
Copyright, 6-21-14...

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