Stoles Poems - Poems about Stoles

...As a young girl growing up in the 50s and 60s, Hollywood’s glamorous and glitzy lifestyle fascinated me. Popular actresses such as Jane Russell, Ava Gardner, and Rita Hayworth captivated me with thei......Read the rest...

...winter serenade winter serenade frozen crystal melodies ~ red cardinal chants leafless boughs sing out arias of roaring storms ~ snowdrops harmonize blasts of icy frost chanting ......Read the rest...

...Balderdash and buttonholes Are they wearing real mink stoles? Reminds me of the days of trolls. As I say this my eye rolls. My silly side lives in the drolls. Are those horses with their foals? ......Read the rest...

...Magazines and jewelry Nothing shows your age faster I see a broach and think “That is from the 40’s or 50’s.” Mink stoles were from the 30’s to sixty’s depending on the style. Mushroom canister ......Read the rest...

...When the oaks wrap themselves in patchwork stoles and from umber trunks, crimson gems ignite, the love for Autumn's fire burns in our souls. A frosty, pumpkin sunrise brings to light, magnificent......Read the rest...

...I want to stoles a few love While you give view Your view is view of god While you viewed Every dream come true And my emotion touch the stars I know you only do Shower of love flower Your ......Read the rest...

...Uncontrollable frenzy the moment I set out for the wool market Ecstatic madness losing the teeny heart to bagfuls of double knit Every year newer hues and textures in my over loaded box beds do war......Read the rest...

...Masks have different kind. To know their motive, no one can find. Carefulness,prudent,knowledge and wisdom are require in any kingdom. Stoles put on Creator's mask. Present prophet ......Read the rest...

...In Dickensian time Upon sunset hour Overshadowing Thames Is London Tower Blackened cobble streets Shimmer in the rain Big Ben at Westminster Chimes an eight bells refrain At Euston Station......Read the rest...

...Dark clouds creeping slowly placing gnarled hands around the throat of an innocent summer day squeezing and holding tight until the life of blue and gold lies ...silently in a heap of a July a......Read the rest...

...Winter birches in stoles of rime Shiver in the mist and gently chime......Read the rest...