Best Quilts Poems

By Robert J (Bob) Moore © 2016

Making quilts is difficult, you might think you’re clever too
but there’s all the thought and preparation, that you have to do,
choose the colours and choose the thread, will that one go with this
patterns which you think they’d like, and...

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I met a woman with body so firm and fresh
Tasted without shame the love’s powers
Amazed and gazed upon the mound Venus
In the velvet cavity between her thighs.

To be ravished on the linen dearly paid
Let her ache for thrust of male firmness
Let her loins hunger to...

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Seasonal harvests,
show glorious scenery 
Below azure blues
her response, golden spreads grace
Patchwork quilts abound in awe...

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I take in a sunny day is like a tiny season, reading a bedtime story, while tucking the sky, lifting holy cover out of the heaven sky, angels sowed throughout the quilts, a scorch warming beams down, a blazing substantial temperature over the earth's ground.
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Your hands all weathered and lined
                    From tales of the past
               ...

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There's something special about Morgan's quilts
the fabrics blend like a romantic rendezvous
colors race like a comet in some
or stand like still water in others
like a gypsy patterns dance or
sing of lullaby in a windy whisper
It's hard to pick a favorite
I like them all because they...

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My sister was particular, she had a definite color scheme; my father was tickled that I asked for all the colors Mom could get into one quilt. He always bragged that I got "the pretty one". It is phenomenal, a keepsake that I dare not...

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The quality of the yarns has faded
Colors clash, knotted memories
Woven together, re-stitched,
Worn fibers straining for recognition
Seek the truth of each knot
The wisdom of each choice
The tint and taint of time.
Has it always been “My” quilt?
Was it “gifted to me”
Already bearing pieces
Of other’s stories?
Has memory fused...

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Summertime is finally fleeting
and oddly, though, I am not sad.
Yes, the fields will soon be emptied
of pastel-colored flowers and buzzing bees
and wading knee-deep in tall, wild grass
as the sun takes its time in setting,
late into the warm-breeze nights
that cause one to linger 
and gaze up into...

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Summertime is finally fleeting
and oddly, though, I am not sad.
Yes, the fields will soon be emptied
of pastel-colored flowers and buzzing bees
and wading knee-deep in tall, wild grass
as the sun takes its time in setting,
late into the warm-breeze nights
that cause one to linger 
and gaze up into...

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Made by gentle hands of yesteryear...

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She sat for hours 
Needle in hand
Stitching in silence 
Inviting medleys 

She stitched together 
Hues happy and glad
Brilliant and vibrant 
Inviting medleys

She threaded her needle
Gently with patience 
Taking time to create 
Inviting medleys 

She laced each stitch 
Careful, a caress
Against soft fabric 
Inviting medleys 

She...

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