Swatch Poems

Goodbye Hollywood!

With Fond Memories, we'll all say Goodnight.
Goodbye, for now, maybe we'll get a Bite?
The thrill that we "Hoped," we'd see on the Screen,
Was "SO PREDICTABLE" from Scene to Scene!

Every "Horror Flick," is just like the Last!
Same Boring Plot, same Boring Cast!
The "Cinema's," are Over-Refrigerated,
And the "Dialogue," is only Regurgitated!

Half-hour in, you glance at your "Swatch,"
It doesn't Matter which Movie you Watch!
The "Kid" behind you...keeps Kicking! your Seat,
Your Popcorn Box...is Stuck to your Feet!

The Speaker's So Loud, it's Blowing your Mind...
And SOMETHING smells..."Rank,"...Right from Behind!
Pungence, not "Floral," is assaulting your "Beak,"
Your Eyes..."Dart Around...for the "Exit" you Seek!

Yes, it's "Fond" memories, like walking in "Clover,"
We MISS all those movies, watched Over and Over!
Till you "SHINE" the "LIGHT" on those "GEMS" that we SPEAK,
I'll be "DAMNED" if I'M coming "BACK HERE!" next WEEK!!!

A Passerby By The Cove

Dig, dig, dig,
What a catchy phrase,
It is a phase,
When I gave time to pace,
I untie my lace,
Set time to race,
I cut to the chase,
To let my body move,
The sand I shove,
Grain by grain of quartz,
As if I'm wearing a Swatch,
I dampen my body,
With out of reach,
I am not a preacher,
But I know I'm on siege,
I'm not underage,
I turn money into sage,
I take my pledge,
I make it to the center stage,
But wait, I'm in a cage,
I need to go to college,
To turn a dime from a seawage.

The Trails of Sanity

The Trails of Sanity

Why do I care if the disturber carries on
Why is it I cannot just wait it out, bide my time
Be more mindful, try and bond
Embrace what I don’t understand
Welcome the scorching taste in my mouth
I wait, I watch, and watch and wait
what seems a millennium
The afterglow of embers still burn
Just sit tight…
The day ends with a tug on the swatch
of the backpack, I doff it off my shoulders
I hear the trifles start up once more behind me               
As my eyes wander upwards 
As the Rigel star taps into my soul 
As I surrender inward, a whispering voice
cues consolingly…
Here you are
Mind at ease                    
Free

Tailoring Thoughts

Everything’s been said before;
The goal’s to find a way
To tailor those familiar thoughts
To fit beneath your sway.

You choose a pattern and a swatch
Of fabric that appeals,
Then cut and stitch until, at last,
Your feelings it reveals.

Along the way, you change a word
Or rearrange a phrase,
Then try it on, assessing with
A slightly biased gaze.

When done, you snip the final thread
And put it on display,
Content to know you’ve said exactly
What you meant to say.

Patterns of Our Fabric

You're clothed in the nuanced expression 
            of variety, in the unique alchemy 
         of weave in proximity to the bridge 
     of wear and wearer at Gaia's boutique.

             Where light and shadow dance together 
        in exquisite harmony.
      The creatures run out to the day to be seen as material
              witnessings.
    The rustling of leaves in the wind, the patter of rain on. 
    the ground, patterlings
      a g loved fit of symbiosis in alchemy gauze 
        of secure medicinalings.

              The laughter of children playing, 
      and the sweet melody of birds' wingmanning and. 
    bopping the swaying, surrounding the displaying.
       
       Knitted in comfort of scene like an Uonion.
                 Umbrellic extension of womb.
       A closeness grafted in our canvas of
          muse as color and hue, 
            swatch to match of ensemble curl ie qued 
                     swirl of
       coffee cream heart to the batch of daily brew, 
       togetherness stitched message, 
            A tip of the cap to you.

Jane's Ice Cream Treat

Jane ordered ice cream topped with butterscotch
It melted and dripped onto her Swatch-watch
Though a hundred degrees
She still giggled with ease 
when she felt a chill running down her crotch

Vicious Haunts of the Dead

Ghastly sights on the day of the dead frighten me,
Zombie ghouls from the grave will arise from afar
With a howl and a scream sodden ghost running free 
Come the fear of dying ‘neath the moon and the star.
On a cold October autumn night keeping watch,
Lest the hand of the witch grab my leg, drag me down
From the rags of my shirt, a demon takes a swatch
I do fear nasty grins of the mime-painted clown.
Vicious haunts of the dead still doth lurk in shadows
Like the pall of one corpse from the hole ever near,
The poor soul freely hangs from old wooden gallows
While I flee like a thief in the night out of fear.
From the depth of my grief here on earth, you hear it,
The deep sighs of my past are still here in spirit. 

Written October 17, 2022
[an English-style Sonnet
14 lines of 12 syllables each]

Submitted to "All Hallows' Evening" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Craig Cornish

POEM OF THE DAY
Poetry Soup
October 19, 2022

The Die Is Cast

hard to remember an image as precious as this offering 
the gods must have been in jubilant spirits
jagged edges through out this ocean~view 
the aqua blue splattered in coral a first for this salty dog

a long hard swatch of baby pink draws out the young boy
use to skip carefully procured flat stones
across the curls of this mighty waterway 
my mistress calls -time to prepare for one more adventure 

ride the ocean
the die is cast

armand~

Scruffy Bear

I sit and watch you everyday
From a bookshelf where I will stay
Not quite like new, patched with a swatch
You everyday, I sit and watch

You used to hold me so much more
When I was softer, not yet tore
I'll wait right here for you to see
So much more, you used to hold me

Once a loved one, now a keepsake
Loyal love does a true friend make
I hope no more yarns come unspun
Now a keepsake, once a loved one

I'm always here to watch you grow
If you need me, in high or low
Don't forget me, I'm always near
To watch you grow, im always here

(Swap quatrain)

The Wind

The wind
comes in at night,
bringing with it new ghosts
but I'm wrapped tight in mother's quilt, 
each painstaken swatch stitched by her own hand
She sings a breathy lullabye
and rocks me to sleep in
the cradle of
the wind

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Garish Should Be

Garish should be the undertone
so say the ones who hold the line
desiring only that mutes explain
the breadth of life beyond the pale

until the souls who dare to dream
demand expression beyond the veil
with vibrancy of color’s swatch
and actions stated to justly shock

these statements exclaimed without regard
for sensibilities in fashion’s realm
instead the giants are thrown down
by admiration of damning jests

extracting praise for substitutes
the flagrant over the sadly tamed
a mystery that gods disdain
while beauty fills the latitudes.

Glowing Forever

Glowing Forever


As simple as bringing a flame to a candle
I now hold the match ever tight in my hand
Striking the swatch in an emery fashion
Watching the flame as it takes its command

Flickering fond as the room was once darkened
Sending a glow to the ceiling so white
Cautions now bear of the heat it is yielding
You are the candle that lights up my life

Fill me with warmth that your flame it is bringing
Illumine my ways as I feel the embrace
Blow me a kiss in a gleaming direction
Luminous scenes every moment we trace

Softly my breeze finds your flame ever moving
Captured the visions as now it does dance
Residue forms at the base of affection
You are the light of this perfect romance

Burn evermore as my heart beat is singing
Take of this man every need and desire
See as my shadow moves closer to hold you
Together we find the most passionate fire

Light of my dreams oh I so long to feel you
Tapering slightly in spite of the spark
Melting eternal of love's light a' flicker
Glowing forever inside of my heart

Good night Soupers

Saved Soul

SAVED SOUL

Hey you, you got money
For this honey,
No, but need it ,
Take my watch,
It’s a swatch,
I need it now!
Not now, cops around,
Things are hot,
But need this pot!
Let’s be done 
Then I’ll run!
And be gone!
People staring,
People gazing,
Heart is racing,
Want it now!
Ah, feels so good,
Think of home,
And my hood,
Mom and Dad
Took it too
Know that soon
I’ll be trash!
Mom and Dad,
Are now ash!
How long could
I last,
Look behind
At my past,
What am I,
I am high,
I’ve been bad,
Such a cad!
I need help
I am drowning 
In a sea,
Of dissolution, 
As I know
What will become
Of me!
Perhaps I should die,
Must be gone,
I feel high!
Walk to bridge,
On the ridge,
Arms reach out,
Grab me,
Next I see,
Bright lights,
Reach my soul,
Like burning coal,
Doctors, rushing all
So white, 
Seem to want to
Put things right,
Nurses also
Safe my life.
From today,
Know now Want to
Be old and grey!
Who grabbed me,
Saved me,
It was He!

Red and Gray

Skipping down the walk on a sunless, foggy day;
a bright red coat surrounded in shades if gray.

In a smoldering mass grave, on a sad and shameful day;
a swatch if bright red coat, surrounded in ashes if gray.




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