Short Tatted Poems

I once met a girl wearing blue lipstick
Who had cold kisses 
and a heart tatted in dollar signs
With charming words and chimes 
She bedazzled my mind
Leaving me frozen in time...

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The finest satins, silks, and tatted lace
In exquisite beauty cannot compare
To my love with red ribbons in her hair.


written September 25, 2021...

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peace life i want no strife, cause from what i see its over ripe,
casting faith as i take this stride, crashing from my high,
my mind rewinds, the path of past be too defined, so tatted to my grind,
peace life, calms these tides....

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Wake up time to drop a line
Money motivation
Never wasting up my time
Love him
I can barely
Remember his name
Like envisioning myself
Getting off 
A plane
Fetish
Call it
What I like to keep
My words
They tatted on my sleeve
Me like
No never
Trust and believe
This fetish
Is one you
Would like to see...

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Newborn is 
a blank new slate
upon which ethos 
ethics stake
driven deeper 
by adopted faith
hand me downs 
their fabrics make
dress codes donned 
with rules to break
with every stitch
an idea to shake
a thread to pull

the seams
of what seems

to see in full
the creator’s face
or one’s own 
in tatted lace...

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your soul tatted on my heart
forever
inked with the affects of love
the voice of my inspiration
together
interlocked 
just the visions of us
I want to be your king
protecting your palace
making sure you are safe in my arms
the eyes that will never lie to you
our heart guided to gods warmth
hand and hand
can I be this to you?...

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Where moonbeams dance upon the ice 
on frosted lakes of arctic flow,
a peaceful calm the night suffice
where moonbeams dance.

A tatted curtain veils the show
of dappled blue white light precise
dancing across the powdered snow.

A scene so pure and simply nice
that one cannot resist the show.
My feet move freely on the bice
where moonbeams dance....

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Lightly flutter snowflakes
as on the breeze they go,
these butterflies of snow.
Spiderwebs the frost makes
when the pewter day breaks
to snare them as they blow.

This window the webs ring
the porthole in the frost
on which the flecks are tossed
is tatted like the wings
of earwigs in the spring.
The glass becomes embossed

with ornaments of ice 
and blooms of edelweiss....

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Snoopy was slamming through the skies
At top speed, stealthier than the other fliers
Flying ace of the year, he assured anyone who would listen
Tweety bird sat in the co-pilot seat, knowing he’d best be quiet
They looped and whorled and rat-a-tatted the enemy
Guns blazing, fierce and untouched.
Sixty-two bullet holes, and they were unscathed.
Snoopy stretched his hand out and knocked over his water bottle....

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We knew she was special instantly
LeeAnn was darling with a pixie like face.
She chose her words with careful precision
Confidence evident for all to see. 
We liked her immensely, she had such grace.
She is wonderful;  she has such vision!

Absolutism she could always bend
With the elegance of hand-tatted lace 
Naught about her required revision
She was a wholesome quintessential friend
LeeAnn was our ultimate decision...

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The Sahara's flaring moon
weaves sand castles in hombre dusk,
jacquard ridges unraveling down burlap slopes.

Under taupe sky a balmy loom 
spins dust into tawny gold for a sultan sun,
eroding an oasis to sate his rapture
with effete wealth tatted in the shadows
cast by white peacock clouds
floating above seedless dunes
once shimmering with emerald palms
and sapphire waters.

Unseen hands of a sightless pearl
now craft his exfoliated sheikdom
from the dry scraps of Eden....

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