Vintage Sewing Machine Poetry
01-28-2015, 09:31 AM
#52
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Some days when I sew my seams are spot on,
And then other days the quarter is gone.
This morning they don’t measure up on my ruler
So it’s better to tinker and work on my Muller.
With luck I will see that bed panel slide,
With oil I’ll polish her up with much pride
And if later I find I can make that seam measure
I’ll get back to my sewing
And sew with great pleasure!
And then other days the quarter is gone.
This morning they don’t measure up on my ruler
So it’s better to tinker and work on my Muller.
With luck I will see that bed panel slide,
With oil I’ll polish her up with much pride
And if later I find I can make that seam measure
I’ll get back to my sewing
And sew with great pleasure!
01-28-2015, 11:08 AM
#53
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Location: Frederick, OK
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Keep them coming folks. I like reading yours as much as I like writing mine. We need as much diversity of styles as we can get too. I know that there are more of you out there that may be “a poet and don’t know it”.
CD in Oklahoma
CD in Oklahoma
01-28-2015, 02:24 PM
#54
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Location: Sacramento County, CA
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Originally Posted by Quincunx
She pulled up on the sewing chair
when mommy wasn't there--
had mommy gone to get the door
or tell her brother (nearly four)
to climb on down from that?--
but with the chair's help she could stand,
and with her prize in hand.
Mommy uses these to sew,
but she is unsure where they go.
They vanish at the tabletop,
or when she's very lucky, drop
and mommy doesn't take them back.
Brother keeps his in a bank.
He puts them in a narrow slot
and somehow, once they're in, they're caught.
She looks up. There one is. It hides.
The button fits inside.
She lets go, wobbles, sits back down.
Maybe there's others? Looks around.
Years go by. Dirt collects.
The Singer passes to the next.
I don't know who had this last,
I don't know why this Singer passed,
They kept it clean, but it must be said,
the insulation's dead.
I tugged the pedal. It was stuck
with who knows what kind of muck.
They said this was an easy task.
And of the powers all I ask
is that it comes off in one--sure,
that sounded like plastic hitting the floor.
I thought the pedal button fell,
and what I said will not go over well. . .
But everything turned out Ok
And we both were right, in a way.
when mommy wasn't there--
had mommy gone to get the door
or tell her brother (nearly four)
to climb on down from that?--
but with the chair's help she could stand,
and with her prize in hand.
Mommy uses these to sew,
but she is unsure where they go.
They vanish at the tabletop,
or when she's very lucky, drop
and mommy doesn't take them back.
Brother keeps his in a bank.
He puts them in a narrow slot
and somehow, once they're in, they're caught.
She looks up. There one is. It hides.
The button fits inside.
She lets go, wobbles, sits back down.
Maybe there's others? Looks around.
Years go by. Dirt collects.
The Singer passes to the next.
I don't know who had this last,
I don't know why this Singer passed,
They kept it clean, but it must be said,
the insulation's dead.
I tugged the pedal. It was stuck
with who knows what kind of muck.
They said this was an easy task.
And of the powers all I ask
is that it comes off in one--sure,
that sounded like plastic hitting the floor.
I thought the pedal button fell,
and what I said will not go over well. . .
But everything turned out Ok
And we both were right, in a way.
02-02-2015, 01:37 PM
#55
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Location: Frederick, OK
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One Heck of a Day
It certainly has been one heck of a day,
I hadn’t a clue things would turn out this way.
I really don’t know even where to begin,
things were going fine, my quilt I did pin.
I had eggs boiling on the stove in a pan,
to make tater salad was part of my plan.
They needed more minutes, I had time to sew,
so I worked on some crafts for an upcoming show.
Not sure what happened, I was sewing along,
the next thing I knew, things went totally wrong.
My needle then broke, my thread tied in a knot,
(removing a straight pin is what I forgot).
Then from her room, this request from my daughter,
“I’m on the phone, can you start my bath water?”
I went to the tub, the water I did start,
returned to my sewing to take it apart.
My fabric is tied to the plate hard and fast,
it’s not the first time, and it won’t be the last.
Out in the yard my husband called out to me,
“Can you give me a hand?” (I help him, you see).
“I’ll be right out there” I said heading his way,
he is setting posts for our yard fence today.
His new post I hold straight, while he sites it in,
then changes his angle and sites it again.
Now at this point, I’ll be a bit of a tease,
“would you write an ending to this poem please?”
An end to this story, I have one or two,
but I think I will leave the ending to you.
Can you write a few lines, to tell us about,
how things did go badly, or that they worked out?
So now I will leave you to write your own end,
you may find a poet within you needs penned.
CD in Oklahoma
I hadn’t a clue things would turn out this way.
I really don’t know even where to begin,
things were going fine, my quilt I did pin.
I had eggs boiling on the stove in a pan,
to make tater salad was part of my plan.
They needed more minutes, I had time to sew,
so I worked on some crafts for an upcoming show.
Not sure what happened, I was sewing along,
the next thing I knew, things went totally wrong.
My needle then broke, my thread tied in a knot,
(removing a straight pin is what I forgot).
Then from her room, this request from my daughter,
“I’m on the phone, can you start my bath water?”
I went to the tub, the water I did start,
returned to my sewing to take it apart.
My fabric is tied to the plate hard and fast,
it’s not the first time, and it won’t be the last.
Out in the yard my husband called out to me,
“Can you give me a hand?” (I help him, you see).
“I’ll be right out there” I said heading his way,
he is setting posts for our yard fence today.
His new post I hold straight, while he sites it in,
then changes his angle and sites it again.
Now at this point, I’ll be a bit of a tease,
“would you write an ending to this poem please?”
An end to this story, I have one or two,
but I think I will leave the ending to you.
Can you write a few lines, to tell us about,
how things did go badly, or that they worked out?
So now I will leave you to write your own end,
you may find a poet within you needs penned.
CD in Oklahoma
02-02-2015, 02:51 PM
#56
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Location: San Lorenzo, CA
Posts: 5,361
OK, I'm in .....
'------------------------------------------------------
New Love:
I thought that I knew what passion was about
when it came to love, I had been down that route
I was married twice before,
so I thought that I knew the score
but this has been different in a very subtle way,
that I never really noticed until the other day.
My first wife was a basket case,
May dad even said, what a waste…
My second wife was a good mother
and while with me, we made two others
But even though they were as different as can be
they had one thing in common, besides me…
They both made it quite clear,
that to call them my dear.
They must be the only one for me,
They were not willing to share, you see…
Now my new love is not at all the same,
If I find another, there is no one to blame.
And each one I find does not seem to care,
they are all fine knowing that the others are there.
My passion for my latest,
always seems the greatest.
Even when I sit with the previous,
the newest has no grievance.
This passion is like nothing I’ve ever seen,
Ahh the joys of my Victorian Sewing Machine
'------------------------------------------------------
New Love:
I thought that I knew what passion was about
when it came to love, I had been down that route
I was married twice before,
so I thought that I knew the score
but this has been different in a very subtle way,
that I never really noticed until the other day.
My first wife was a basket case,
May dad even said, what a waste…
My second wife was a good mother
and while with me, we made two others
But even though they were as different as can be
they had one thing in common, besides me…
They both made it quite clear,
that to call them my dear.
They must be the only one for me,
They were not willing to share, you see…
Now my new love is not at all the same,
If I find another, there is no one to blame.
And each one I find does not seem to care,
they are all fine knowing that the others are there.
My passion for my latest,
always seems the greatest.
Even when I sit with the previous,
the newest has no grievance.
This passion is like nothing I’ve ever seen,
Ahh the joys of my Victorian Sewing Machine
02-02-2015, 03:32 PM
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Join Date: Oct 2012
Location: San Lorenzo, CA
Posts: 5,361
Originally Posted by ThayerRags
Thank you all for giving it a go. I hope we get some more. Even limericks are fun if you just want to do a short one.
CD in Oklahoma
CD in Oklahoma
02-03-2015, 04:23 AM
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Location: Frederick, OK
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I think it was written just fine SteveH. Thanks for posting it. I have enjoyed all of the poetry posts, and I’m certainly not a professional poet. I just try it for fun.
CD in Oklahoma
CD in Oklahoma
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