Best Attire Poems

It is the evening I have waited for, 
stiletto heels three inches high adorned my feet,
real nylons hung from garters beneath a
skin tight, leather skirt of maraschino cherry-red.
A blouse of white silk, with a cascade of ruffles,
played peek-a-boo with my décolletage.
Outdoors, the rain pounded the...

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Borne 
from 
the 
heart
Of 
Africa
An 
attire
Unique 
in 
design
With 
a 
fashion
Made 
from 
a 
version
The 
fraction
Of 
a 
nation
With 
a 
vision
An 
inscription
Of 
passion
Not 
a 
notion
But 
an 
unction
To 
provide 
wears
With 
favourable 
colours
And 
a 
flavour 
To 
savour
Being 
created
From 
a 
fabric
Slick 
and 
meek
Not 
from 
the 
attic
But
From 
the 
Latin 
word
"PULCHER" 
meaning 
BEAUTIFUL...

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Ode to my crocs -- BALD from high wear,
In serious need of good-riddance
During my TREAD on a wet floor with care 
In the throws of a SKID and imBALANCE
By the absence of any TRACTION
Between the floor and the sole of my croc
In need of replacement...

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My pants are tucked snug beneath the socks on my feet.
I also wear gloves tucked beneath my long sleeves.
I wear a full facial mask of fabric that allows me to breath
and then I retire for the evening and go to sleep.
This isn't some fetish or...

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Standing in line like good little crocks
They argued about who'd get his socks
They didn't want meat
Not much of a treat
But crock socks would cause 'em to talk!...

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It wasn't that simple to love her
It asked to wear attire
Fashioned with her sorrow
I always felt naked...

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we see white and gold
and they see blue and black~
        american dress...

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We could cross the copse with ease
yet risk no wound to our knees,
if we'd wear our heavy boots
and watch hidden roots of trees.

a jueju (quije) March 9, 2020
4 lines, 7 syllables each.

Jungle demands ease
don't injure your knees.
Heavy hiking boots
handle those tree roots.

a jueju (wujue) written...

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There she arrives
Playing drives 
In a blue dress 
Forces me to confess 
She looked pretty 
And charm carrying hefty 
With eyes covered with specks 
And orders on the decks 
Carrying a smile of dove 
Any one can fall in love 
I gathered my heart 
And...

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Depression is a coat I wear constantly now
It used to hang in the closet now and then
I’d take it out to see if it fits and put it back
Its drab colors are enticing when I’m bare
I’d take it off misbelieving I still could 
It was...

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Night’s black velvet spree.
Moonlight on blue sea. 
Her royal attire.
Shimmers like sapphire.
Jewels for her gown.
Moon’s image. Her crown. 

-3-...

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E-arly morn has broken, 
N-ight shadows fade away; 
N-ew dawn and beacon 
E-rase the dark and gray. 
J-ust let twenty-third January come, 
A-llow it to warm your birth; 
N-either sun nor light 
E-liminates the mirth. 

O-pen your eyes to the array, 
L-et the flame fuel...

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The throb of the obeisance is to
   alternate a action of speech at a unset action .
 Yet to breath into a beautiful desire, called Life.
   Not long til the sunrise and the fate is pressed 
to assign the function of...

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The Sun, the Earth, the Sky
And the birds come to fly,
Their wings wrapped with golden feathers
Kiss the white clouds and the mere blue sky.


The sky stands alone
A lone traveller, who covers the whole of Earth.
White fluffy clouds are its ornaments
While the Sun is its vermillion...

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 writing
  Writing is rubbing words together
Enough to make fire ,
regardless of how bad is weather
Scribble the pen to make yourself inspire,
Stop doing useless blether
Fulfill your own desire,
Animals are killed for there leather
So don't be foolish to stolen by soft spoken attire,
regardless of how...

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