Short Vest Poems
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One Saturday in a fest
I met an old buddy in a vest
Who was mighty grateful to bond
At the side of an old pond
And tell stories of the wild west
I have a pocket in my vest,
Where tiny treasures go to rest.
A shiny pebble from the
playground,
A button that I thought was
neat,
And one small feather from a
nest.
sensual wings
a pink visual
Nature sings
It seems casual
a date or a fling
still in a boys dream
Slowly she came
It felt magical
sugar walls sweet
The cherry as a treat
The boy felt blest
With his
warm vest conquest
May not be very sexy
Yet I need you to keep me warm
Thin yet lightweight
Hides my hairy chest
Every winter I cuddle up to you
Really snug
Makes me all cosy
Available in many styles and colours
Lovely next to my skin
Vital in this chilly weather
Extra layer of clothing
Silk ones are the ultimate in comfort and warmth
Thermal vest I love you
Jan Allison
23rd November 2014
The forecast said it would be cool;
I packed some pants - I'm not a fool -
And long-sleeved shirts, but still unsure,
As I was heading out the door,
I grabbed my trusty purple vest
And wore it daily - who'd have guessed?
It's made of down and light as air,
Magenta-toned, to be quite fair.
So though the sunny warmth was gone,
I still felt cozy with it on.
I never will be underdressed
When I wear my UniQlo vest.
Have you seen what's going on
in Afghanistan
and all that's gone wrong
caused by the Taliban
driving the country
into rack and ruin
with impunity
is what they're doing
it's what they've done
it would be good
to put them on the run
better yet eliminate
those Barbarians at the gate
yes it would be best
to dress each one
in a suicide vest
then blow their tiny minds
up the Khyber to Kingdom Come
F-riday twenty-seventh January
L-ets the new dawn break;
O-pening the day with warmth,
R-ays erase the heartache.
E-arly morn has broken,
N-o more mist in the meadow;
C-old chill has vanished,
E-ven the deepest sorrow.
F-ill your heart with thrill,
U-nder the blue skyline;
L-et the clouds stay white,
G-ood weather remains fine.
E-very ocean or sea
N-ever hides from the beacon;
C-omfort and safety are certain,
I-f the life vest is put
O-n.
WITH EVERY YESTERDAY
IS A TIME GONE BY
THOSE DAYS AHEAD MIGHT
BE BETTER IF
THEN IN THESE IFINISM WE DO THE SAME
TO BE CATCH IN THE
CHANGE BARRANCE OF SAME
YET WHICH DAYS MIGHT WE CREATE A CHANGE
TO LEARN FROM THOSE DAYS GONE BY
HALF A DAY SPENT
BEING FOOLISH
IS A HALF A DAY
SOMEONE ASKEST WHY
WHEN THE WHEELS START
AND THE GRAIN IS THRASHED
AND THE PROCESS TO MAKE FLOUR BEGANS
WE REMOVE THE HUSK
AND BLEACH GROUNDED GRAINS
TO MAKE TWO PRODUCTS NEARLY THE SAME
Wearing a white hat
the hero of the day
Truth rides into town
veracity has no shades of grey
a bright shiny silver star
on his chest pinned to his vest
promoting the honesty policy
he tells us it's the best
and the little white lie is not legit
contrary to popular belief
it doesn't exist not one bit
it's merely another word for 'thief'
a rootin' tootin' straight shooter
is what he's all about
he'll outrun outgun the bad guys
as Truth will out
I know that all I see
in Nature’s beauty
is a reflection of
heaven’s bounty –
therefore my breath
and duty, to nurture
and respect; thus I
detect in me, in the
sky, and the center
of a wave’s eye, a
radiance as of yet
to be visioned by
man – longing to be
worn in its purity
and taken onto
the soul – I fold each
beam, and tuck carefully
into a vest of memories;
the same pocket all my
treasures are kept
awaiting the awakening
of a greater, healed humanity –