the spider was a tricky one
he thought granny’s yarn looked like fun
stole some balls in the middle of the night
thought he would wind them nice and tight
He got caught up in his own petard
was an unhappy sight in the barnyard
you didn’t understand yarn at all right? Asked the cow
He did not then, but he sure does now.
More twists in some tales,
peak and trough, allied suspense,
layers of intrigue,
which kept one fixed to the page,
gotcha end plot a bonus.
Today I was asked to write a poem
about a lady who had spun some dog hair to make a scarf
When you read this unique story
I hope you'll get a jolly belly laugh
Not well washed this scarf that she was wearing
got wet gave off a doggy smell
It happened in the rain while she was walking down the street
All the local male dogs stopped !! In unison clapped their paws
Hooray! At last !!! We've found a bhitch on heat
Holy smoke she shrieked what am I gonna do
in desperation she began to run
Thirty grinning dogs behind her
were having so much fun
Now the moral of this story
just imagine this epic scene
If you're gonna spin with dog hair
make sure it's bloody clean
Since writing this poem my mind is quite agog
Can charge a man with buggery can buy a bastard file can cut my bloody finger
But I had to find a way around how to describe a female dog
(the bhitch she just delivered a litter of six pups. Surprise! surprise !. She was a victim of deletion)
Footnote this is a true story with a wee bit of poetic licence
We have enough hand crafted ferns that taste…real.
And enough gratitude to last in a tunnel.
I didn’t do much with that ball of yarn.
Just ate enough cookies that are made of fuzz.
Trembling and have nothing to do.
Waiting on a brand new finger nail to grow in.
Becuase there’s nothing like graceful watered plants.
The items look so real.
Like real butterflies with real eyes.
Unraveled.
Just enough to leave a sticky print.
There's a little town in Ouyen Vic.'' Under 1200 people so
I'll tell you bout aspects; of it sort'a quick!
There's Clarys slate bush etching, in three d real fine.!
And a little hairdressers that comes to mind.?
The conveniance store.' And theres some more.!
Like the old English banknotes found under
Its timber hall floor.' Also Kingdon chickens thats out a bit'
Where I worked a time 'come to think of it?' There
Was that pet Emu..Dang! I've forgot its name?
It would steal your food, just take it plain.' Away
From your hand, on the way to your mouth!!
Maybe thats the reason i left the South? I reckon
I'll get back there one of these days..And lay a
A fresh sandwich upon that old birds grave.!
The clearer the speech
the deeper its woven
A spinning wheel threaded
—looming divine
(Dreamsleep: December, 2022)
Everything each of us gathers gratefully or greedily, is yielded to Earth eventually, every thing.
Yards of colored fiber,
Yielding to knitter's will.
Yank in front of kitten,
Yes, it will attack it.
Yarn made of wool will scratch,
Yet makes warmer clothing.
Yardage differs with type.
4/24/21
A Pleiades
Yarn
Lovely…
soft material,
skeins, in colors…
of every hue.
Beauty captured…
in both fine,
and rough textures.
The possibilities…
the dreams;
held tightly,
in simple paper strips.
Wrappers showing…
measured weights,
and lengths
displayed.
The maker,
the vender…
and
the hopeful
tender,
of sheep.
The promise…
the action of sacrifice
of time spent,
learnng…
Practicing,
the skill and craft.
The precious twine,
the rope of variance;
sky blue, warm summer yellow…
all used and reused,
to make things…,
wonderful…
things!
Items to help keep,
loved ones stay warm.
Goods… to sell,
or even, perhaps give away…
to those, in need.
I love yarn.
My Lone October Yarn-
my lone October yarn
my verses that settle round the wind
heartaches and harvest falls
liken an empty baby bottle
my verses that settle round the wind
we cover the outside plants
liken an empty baby bottle
as crisp cool coolness dawns
we cover the outside plants
heartaches and harvest falls
as crisp cool coolness dawns
my lone October yarn
10/17/19
Saunters along, nonchalance
Dimpled craggy chin, cracks a wrinkled grin
eye slits that see beneath, within
casino cards, in his jacket coat
his past, a lot said and wrote
whiskey drinks, smoke filled rooms
pallid, dubious men, the mark, fate looms
poker face that smile beguiles
“Frank the Devils Croupier”
deft hands, cards flew across the table
they all did fall, to card magic
his taipan strikes, fast and slick
was coined get “Dizzy” legendary
Texas Holdems sudden death
High rollers, anxieties shallow breaths
Turn card, tails flick, fat cats wile then wait
fish and whales swim through the losers gate
So the millionaires did agree
to pay Frank royally
retirement from the game
So if your up for a yarn do stop
At “Get Dizzy I’m All In” Coffee Shop
drinking taipan coffee shots, he’s that guy
smiles at people walking by
Entered “Bring a Character to Life” Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Richard Lamourex
Dated 25/08/2019
Placed 3rd with thanks
I was a miserable case
For treasure there wasn't a trace
It made me quite moody
'Til she showed me her booty
Now there's a smile on my face
O month
you owned the charm
that gave me peace
if you're far from my heart
please forgive me
You quite knew
my ark is unable to sail
to see your presence
before the permission
I see from your lustre
In your darkness
your room glows
when a castle is dark
let my love shine brightly
and let’s spin a yarn
together.
11 September 2018
Purple Couch
A YARN
OR
2
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A yarn, thread, cotton, wool, fibre, filament, strand, ply, cord, twine, string, and lastly a line.
I can spin a yarn, write a thread, cut a cord, sew with cotton, knit with wool, walk down the strand, ply a lid off, thread a line, draw the line, twine you round my little finger, string out time, clean with cotton wool, and none are a filament of my imagination.
A yarn, a story, a tale, an untruth, a written thread, all filaments of my imagination, all yarns.
Thread my way through a maze, through a jungle, wood, or forest, thread my way through a book of yarns, thread my way through rough times, one thread that attached me to my mother, a thread of life like no other, my personal yarn.
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Yarn In A Barn
While we were spinning a big ball of yarn,
What before my eyes did appear in a barn
Was weird;
Always feared;
Worn shirt with a tare did have to darn.
You could be like Trump telling stories
while spinning a yarn.
Jim Horn
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