Stripes Poems

Folded in Ink and Stars

A banner flutters in miniature pride,
stars frozen mid-waltz, stripes folding
like gentle waves—
a tiny chorus of red, white, blue.

I imagine the seam of that paper flag,
its edges serrated like hopeful teeth,
waiting to bite into air,
to sail across neighborhoods on whispered wings.

Each star is a promise—
a small light in a massive sky.
Each stripe, a pulse:
resilience, unity, churned

Tiger Stripes

My mother says
Stretch marks are tiger stripes
Primordial waves 
Of growth 
And change

Stripes of Night

With claws like daggers, sharp and keen,
the tiger moves a silent machine. 
Its strength unmatched, a force of might,
a hunter born in the fading light.
With senses keen, it hears the faintest sound, 
a whisper of wind on the parched ground.
A burst of speed, a blur of orange fire, 
the tiger strikes, fulfilling its desire.

Stars and Stripes

Wrapped in red, white, and blue, he stands
A steely gaze, with unwavering hands
Greatness awaits, his fervent plea
Making the America dream --to be free!

© daniel miltz

Light Some Stripey Candles

Light Some Stripey Candles

Light some stripey candles,
Brew a chocolate hot.
Dress in a festive sweater,
Sit in a cosy spot.

Watch the fire glowing,
Count gifts around the pine.
Admire the sparking baubles,
Take sips of dark mulled wine.

Put on your favourite carols,
Relax as music flows.
Enjoy the calm warmth spreading,
Forget your daily woes.

Enjoy a sense of drifting,
Eyes closed and thoughts sublime.
Let

The stripes that pointed down

That, her much-pied stripes pointed down
Scarce be why Tories lost their crown,
Or alter way around,
Easy it scarce be found,
Perhaps a frown was on him who was brown—
A hint, to all of us
May look atrocious,
Inviting our very own frown.
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Happenings |03.07.2024|
Poet’s note: The Tories have lost and lost heavily in UK. Experts may point at a

bee shows off blue stripes

Bee came by to show off her blue stripes
It’s a process invented by Gnome Putty McRipes.
Is it costly? Asked his favorite faerie friend.
Would be if you don’t have extra money to spend.
She tried to get the bee to tell her the price.
I’ll tell the lily, she said, if you rename me Fanny Brice.
This seemed weird

Echoes in Stripes

Sterile white, a tomb of cold embrace,
The PET machine hums, a watchful space.
Gauze-thin gown, a whisper on my skin,
Vulnerability etched, lets fear creep in.

Striped pyjamas, loose and pale they fall,
There is a jarring contrast in this sterile hall.
No comfort's touch, but memory's sting,
Of countless souls, where suffering did cling.

Bruno's whispers paint a tragic scene,
A boy

My Garden Dahlias

They make me wonder---
What fingers wove the tapestry of their being!
The splash of violet here, mauve there, white with red stripes—
They stand tall and do not bend till the wind forces them to.
Though soft, they manifest dignity.
When stress and depression shoot their thorns,
 A glimpse of these beauties spell discipline.
‘We are of the earth and

Zebroid

A zebroid is an odd creation:
a zebra mom, a donkey pop,
it’s bottom striped and very stubborn
on top.

Stars On Stripes

Stars on stripes, tap dancing
across, with cane in hand
and ballroom hat. Vote
will be in soon. Smiling -
as it’s not a mystery
to the King on the throne.
He’s always completely 
in control. This is
the same King who brings
dry bones back to life.
He’s all about life and love,
peace and truth. our part
is to vote. What a privilege!
one last

The Stars and Stripes

After 9/11, flags
Were proudly on display 
To show the world we stood together
In the U.S.A.

Such a rare attack at home
United every side,
So stars and stripes were flown
To show defiance, strength and pride.

Yet now that symbol has become 
An icon of the right
And seeing flags on people’s homes
Makes me a bit uptight.

It’s sad to know the

Stars and Bloody Stripes

Raise your gaze and mind to the flag,
And there see all that we bear to this land –
A looking glass it is of our hopes and deeds.
Stars and stripes are all I ever see:
Stars that make my heart hop with glee 
And stripes, bloody stripes, that make it drop.

Some stripes are the lash marks of

Starsandstripes

STARS & STRIPES 
I know the Treasures held by the snow
I know pleasures unknown
And the measure of the shadows below.
They said Look what you've become.
Red, I replied I know. I've grown numb.
More dead than when I was young.
Who can control when I explode?
I know the warmth of the Hot Springs in Old Mexico.
And the endless

Stripes On the Neck

A crow swallows a 
biscuit piece 
at window 
Mops its mouth 
with mango twigs 

First sunlight 
enters room 
Sketching stripes 
on your neck 

Deep down inside 
A four inches long plant
in a small glass pot 
turning violet _ a rivulet 

No I won't disturb the
sunlight crayons in delight 
Rather let me bring out the 
camera

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