Short Homespun Poems

Humourist Gerrard Hoffnung
from Berlin to London so homespun
He created his musical cartoon
to give spoofs&jokes some room...

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She says she hates those
Wretched spiders and their webs
But she hath much in common
Threadbare words homespun
Envy of Ariadne...

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CHILDHOOD GAMES
bouncing a ball against a wall
        conkers bashed as Autumn falls
the swish of a skipping rope


 hop skotch chalked in the dry
nearby swings swung  high
 five-stones on a roll


 tin-can tommy in fading light
  pooh stick streams
homespun childhood - a delight...

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Resting in your shadow
I’m moved to love completely, devoted to you
Don’t let go

Two who are one
Together, each storm we’ll come through
Homespun

Our vow
Time can’t undo
Wow!

Resting in your shadow
Together, each storm we’ll come through
Wow!


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Christmases Past, on Mantel Hung

Three stockings line the hearth, each one a "tail"
of warm Christmas past, of love
hand-knitted, chewed by pup!





submitted by Susan Buchel for "Christmas Stockings Tribute" Contest.
Written 11/6/2011 with thanks for prodding homespun memories!...

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Angel of our lower sphere,
homespun hair like summer-
burned field-grass falling 
over your face as you bend 

to your guitar – do you 
sometimes slur the words?
What strangeness takes you, 
by moments, beyond yourself
 
away from earth where we 
wait here listening? Is God
listening along with us?
Sing before you go....

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Serendipity happened
As the dancer communed
Poet's scintillas and muse
Enchanting poetic expression
Dances like wind-tossed Dandelion
Fragrant perfume infuse
Summery, sumptuous person
Gifted poet whose poems not homespun
Whose words hearts seduce___  

Sponsor:Cyndi MacMillan
Contestz; Netted By Words
Inspiration from:
Moonlight Ballerinas
Nette's presence is missed.....

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spinning yarn rumpled                                                                                                                                                                upon the rickety stilts                                                                                                                                                              pricked by the stitch...

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She was a plain homespun girl.           
She wore everyday clothing.
She was his precious Pearl
He spoke of them betrothing.
 
She wore everyday clothing.
Her hair was unadorned.
If she was away he mourned.

She was his precious Pearl
She was not sophisticated.
He thought that was overrated.

He spoke of them betrothing.
Her smile was very plain.
He yearned to see her again.

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Emma was my granny, German born gal, 
from Alsace-Lorraine, her will was homespun.
Her mom had six young children to corral -
emigrating in eighteen eighty-one. 

Enduring the trip 'cross the waves alone
Pop had come early to find them a place.
With folks like hers, Emma kept up the pace -
hard-working, trust-worthy, independent.
Dark-haired beauty with a smile on her face,
my Emma could handle any event....

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Nostalgia draped the counters and walls
The smell of bacon sizzled in the air.
Diners in baseball caps and ponytails
noisily chattered there.

The grill popped
to the teakettle’s screams
To harmonize with the babies cries
sitting on their Daddies knees.

Time drizzled by on the Chevy Belair clock
like the syrup on my Johnny cakes
while the waitress kept a pouring coffee
to the bikers, their cravings to abate....

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Got sent to the principal's office
Sex Ed teacher made the call
Said I didn't raise my hand,
and spoke out of turn
That I said some racy things,
that had the whole class giggling
Well, Mr. Principal, sir ...
I simply said my parents told me
that sex don't work like that
They said before you go ripping your clothes off,
and jumping in the sack ...
eager to sow your seed
You first gotta find that needle in the haystack...

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Red beacon, burnished landmark

Rustic domiscile, ruddy stable


Sentinel on the scenic route

Natural redoubt with primitive clout


Wooden canvas, organic sculpture

Unvarnished facade with homespun charm


Fabricated equine loft

Habituated shelter for rodent, fowl


Free-flowing form in static realm

Leased to the fertile land you adorn


Pastoral heirloom, cherished monument

Essential dwelling, nostalgic mold...

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Celtic courtship ended
nineteen eighty-two.
Marriage nuptials blended
"us" from me and you.

Seaside lovers heading 
to the Irish Sea
showcase Christmas wedding, 
silver jubilee.  

Touring without hassle -
Isle of Man’s ferry,
Dublin, Blarney Castle,
Cobh Cork, and Kerry.

Guinness, china, mincemeat
pricey souvenirs;
homespun sweaters compete
lamb’s wool profiteers.


written February 19, 2018
contest:  88 syllables hosted by Joseph May...

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Corona-19 and a pigeon 

Got up at eight this Sunday morning
switched on the computer and the Guardian 
was full of the virus and how many had died.
I switched on the TV and watched a cartoon.
I follow the rules, wear a mask and clean
my hands, the rest is up to chance I refuse to
live in fear.
While writing these lines of homespun wisdom 
a pigeon sits on the ledge if I wave my hand
it will flay away, and sometimes I wish to fly too
but I do not want to be a pigeon....

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