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Welcome To My World -The Cost Of Happiness-


Crimson Joy, L'Oreal Lips, DOLCE & GABBANA eyewear 
Mascara from beyond LONDON Bridges
Like the pretty face found in front of Vanity Fair
What can I say? Perfect -- goes with my daily addiction

A beautiful morning cup, STARBUCKS got my money
It's not more or less the cost or taste. 
It's all about my dependency, with popular brand names
Shopping from place to place --- with a smile on my face
VICTORIA SECRET and the way she wears her bra.
$72 dollars it's time to double up them d's
Christmas Red and December Blue 
Walmart can't pick up my bust the way she claims with trust.

Hot Topic's on my dark fashion list, Star Wars decor to explore
Obsessed with any accessory from the Walking Dead?
Bennie, blankets, epic shirts with gore, spending $200.00 more

Vulture is a man, with no hair, sat me down on his chair
"Try, this mam' a flat iron that works like MAGIC." 
"Did you say magic?"
Didn't ask how much, once he commenced to caress my hair
Straight and silky like when I first bought the Evolution Wand 
I tried to resist, however, I swear I heard the Iron call my name
This time, I promise to use it more than once
Between you and I - I don't even care to do my hair 
Next thing you know, I own the Lioness curler iron too
With Expensive shampoo and conditioner.
What can I say, Buy 2 get the third one free
Finally, I felt - I got the best bargain possible
I won't even tell you how much I paid
You'd probably think, $189.00 is steep 
How could I say no?
He threw in a heating glove, that's what I call Consumer Love.

Heading home, I spot Best Buy, needing a case for my iPhone 6 plus
Strolling near aisle 3, I hear Dr Dre, started some new beats
Falling in love with the level of quality, $299.00 how can that be?
I put a pink pair in my basket, they have to be special and unique
After all, $299. Means they are popular :)
Bargains here bargains everywhere, check out time, I paid 550 dollars
I'm so proud of myself today,  I saved and gained 101 points 

Happy and dandy I feel complete,
I will end, my freestyling write
With uplifting words  --- Aren't you lucky I'm not your WIFE???


Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2015

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There’s a party tonight so I bouffe up my hair Pamper and powder my sweet derrière, Arrive at the door, all done up to impress..... Oh man, I forgot! Invite said “fancy dress”! Pete and Sue are here, seems their theme’s ‘Tarts and Vicars’, Sue’s skirt’s microscopic! Look at her tiny knickers! Pete’s in a nun’s habit; the image is scary, I’ve not seen a nun with a chin that’s THAT hairy! And there’s Spider-Man! (although I’m perfectly certain, His cape is made out of his living room curtain), His curve-hugging costume’s quite “cosy” in size, I think our friend Spidey gobbled too many flies! In the corner, a lady has come as Snow White, Gee, her bosoms are out there, her corset’s so tight, They look like two bald heads squeezed into a sack, Glad my hubby’s not here - he’d have a heart attack! In the hallway, a robot is looking well-oiled - Her costume’s made out of three rolls of tin foil, She looks more like a turkey at Christmas, so later, I really hope no one is tempted to baste her! By the buffet, Fred Flintstone is looking contrite, I think he and Wilma are having a fight, Behaving all “caveman” has got Fred in trouble - He showed his big man-club to poor Betty Rubble! There’s a massive man-baby dressed just in a nappy, The “milk” in his bottle has made him quite happy, He’s shaking his tooshie and sucking his dummy, And asking a lady, “can I call you Mummy?” On the sofa is Princess Fiona from Shrek, Blimey, Count Dracula’s nibbling her neck, I avert my eyes to avoid his rising passion, In walks his wife, and his face turns quite ashen. His irate wife’s dressed up as pop singer Cher, In her see through outfit she looks almost bare, Then she lays into Drac just like Rocky Balboa - She’s drunk as I skunk, I’m relieved I don’t know her! Suddenly, Batman bursts through the door, In his skintight costume - my jaw hits the floor! He’s so muscular - bulges in all the right places, If I play my cards right, could be me he embraces! Well sadly I haven’t a costume of course, Til I spot a young chappie dressed up as a horse, I leap on his back - I’m a great improviser - Strip off and shout “Hey I’m Lady Godiva!” Collaboration between Jan Allison and the amazing Nina Parmenter 3/17/18

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2018

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Sue’s panties gave her so much woe - She suffered from dire ‘camel toe’ But with help from soft plastic Her new outline’s fantastic It’s discrete and no one would know! 4/5/18

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2018

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In January’s chill, my woe is exposed Like a mesh of rough woolen lint Hanging on thick icicles when hours pale ; As brittle fleece of dreariness Grips my pores, longing for a cashmere night.
Battle of Honorable Mentions Sponsor: Richard Lamoureaux -------------- Former Contest using Verse in 5 Lines

Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2016

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Poor Viv got caught in his loo (Was sporting his pink tutu) His Mrs. was mad Said you ‘stupid lad - your hairy thighs still show through! My contst pom Sponsor’d by Viv Wiggly chckd with how many syllabls 7,7,5,5,7 10~07~16

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016

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He arrived wearing pink skinny jeans They were scruffy and ripped at the seams He looked like a wiener I will not be meaner But he’s sure not the man of my dreams 2/07/18 A square peg into a round slot A dreamy man he sure is not Gawd he's wearing pink Give me one more drink Maybe after he'll be hot-to-trot WRITTEN BY TIM SMITH I couldn't wait to go on my first blind date Maybe we would hit it off, it could just be fate He was not my dream guy And he didn't wear a tie His jeans was tight and his name was Nate WRITTEN BY ALEXIS Y He danced like a loon in the lights Hell, it was one of those nights I wished I had dreamed But sadly he seemed Like a head-banging ostrich in tights WRITTEN BY JONATHAN FRENCH Too bad he was no Russel Crowe When in tights, he makes the dames glow! His toned thighs show good, Dressed as Robin Hood, In skinny jeans, gal's eyes, stay glued so WRITTEN BY TAAI TEKAI But those tight pink jeans done him no good And had a terrible effect on his manhood His bulge didn't show Girls don't want to know He solved it with a large piece of wood. (Inspired by Taai's poem) I asked him why he wore pink He said well it makes the girls blink I wear em' tight by choice Cos it squeakens my voice I'm not your average hunk,don't you think In the restaurant on the chair he did sit His pink jeans were too tight and they split His face it went red He wished he was dead And needed his napkin to cover his man bit. WRITTEN BY TOM CUNNINGHAM My blind date just loves to wear tights and wears them all daytime and nights they cling to his thighs and its no surprise his falsetto singing delights He impersonates the Bee Gees And sings with such expertise His real name is Larry But calls himself Barry Oh Larry is such a great tease INSPIRED BY TOM CUNNINGHAM - WRITTEN BY JAN In tight pink jeans he thought he looked divine He spun around and said, "Damn, I look fine!" I was jealous as could be Because I could plainly see His butt looked better in tight jeans than mine!!! WRITTEN BY LIN LANE My date lacked in looks and in class, Second date? I was ready to pass, But, the meal halfway through, He came back from the loo, With my sweet face tattooed on his ... elbow! WRITTEN BY NINA PARMENTER My blind date from nineteen sixty-nine To this very day, she's still totally blind. To this day she thinks I'm a girl, to this day she's still my pearl. Truth, I now think she knows, how kind. . A blind date of mine wore jeans. Not one stitch in any seams. I have got to confess, I was in a right mess, This wasn't one of those dreams WRITTEN BY MICK TALBOT IF YOU WANT TO JOIN IN THE FUN THEN PLEASE SOUP MAIL ME OR LEAVE YOUR LIMERICK AND I'LL COPY IT FROM YOUR COMMENT

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2018

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Shodden Down-Trodden

My shoes lie prone like dogs waiting for a new adventure
Will it be a soft seashore shuffle?
A jaunt through the mall, all dusty with grime
A plunge to tippy-toe into mud and puddles
A climb up a tree or hike up mountain slopes
A skip through playgrounds with the kids
A ride up an escalator, what a relief!
All polished and shined, a first date in mind
A twirl around dance floor, avoiding soft toes
Laced up tightly and properly for business date, late
Or pounding the pavement for shopping walk jaunt
A stroll through the park on soft green grass, fresh mown.
Finally to relax off-feet, in lounge room, at last we're home,
Before shoes shed, get bedded in closet with friends,
Who share tales and tongue wags with the shodden down-trodden.

28 August 2016

Copyright © John Anderson | Year Posted 2016

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Things People Wear From A to Z

A is for Aprons, like Moms used to wear.
B is for Barrettes that adorn young girls’ hair.

C is for Coats, many colors and styles.
D is for Diamonds, best friends that brings smiles.

E is for Elbow pads skateboarders use.
F is for Flippers folks might wear on a cruise.

G is for Gowns, to wear out . . . or to bed!
H is for Helmets - Hard Hats for one’s Head.

I is for Indian saris so bright.
J is for Jewelry that dazzles at night.

K is for Kilts used by Scotts, do you know?
L is for Lingerie, a woman’ peep show!

M is for Masks to look scary or funny.
N is for Necklaces from your sweet honey.

O is for Overalls, comfy for big men.
P is for Pajamas, so easy to fit in.

Q is for a Quilted skirts and jackets too.
R is for Rags - what our worn clothes turn into!

S is for Shorts, for a day warm and glad.
T is for Ties that we all give to Dad.

U is for Underwear. I can see France!
V is for Vest. It enhances your pants.

W is for Wig, great when hair has been shorn.
X is for Xmas clothes too rarely worn.

Y is for Yamaka - only for Jews.
Z is for Zippered, the clothes over buttoned ones that I would choose!

Oh, the things we’ve been wearing since Adam and Eve
first started it off by just wearing their leaves!

For the ABC Contest of CYNDI MACMILLAN

Written by Andrea Dietrich, a big fan of poetry and PoetrySoup.

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2013

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Beautiful people

People make me smile the way 
their eyes shine when they talk 
about something they love 
when they feed me food. Or tell 
me how much they love me 
when I look into someone's 
eyes and see it I see that look 
in their eyes I see love in them 
When I see someone laugh and 
have fun in what they do 
The way they cry for there lost 
When they give me a smile and 
tell me how beautiful I am 
People are beautiful well some 
are and I wish someday I can 
find someone who will look at 
me and say "you have that look 
in your eye"    what look?
I want to find someone so 
beautiful in the inside I can't 
stay away they amaze me with 
what they say an do how they 
will dance in the rain and know 
every detail about me
Will bring me Starbucks on a 
rainy day and just talk about 
the stars 
I want someone beautiful

Copyright © brittney lopez | Year Posted 2013

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Black Bird On a Wire

Black Bird
Sitting on a wire
Why is your back turned towards me?
Do you wish to hide the intelligence of your eyes,
or do you wish to create some mystery?
I have seen you
Here at this old dump
Picking through the unwanted wanted things
I wish I could search along with you
Check out what the Jones's have no more use for
The bits of unfixed
The not new enough
Their "I think we deserve the very best"
"This ain't good enough, let's buy more and more stuff!"
At one time
I wore their discarded clothes
Wore them without pride
I should have been proud
For I dug for them with wanting hands
Hands that waded through decadence
Black Bird
I watched you and your brothers
As you feasted on our last suppers
Ripping open black bags
Fighting for morsels 
Unconcerned with the rotting
Intoxicated by fermenting fruit
Pungent aromas
Bones that needed to be picked clean

Me noticing but not recalling until now
Back then
I was hoping 
Praying for a bicycle
Desperately wanting to ride far away from here
Escape  my then
My embarrassment
My, I hope no one sees me!
"Garbage picker!"
"Where did you get that coat?"
"We threw that in the dump!"
Boy oh boy do I like clothes now.
No one makes fun of what I wear!

Part of me wishes to return with you Black Bird
To see what I left behind
Recycle that little boy
But I can't
The dumps aren't open anymore
It is like those old bones
Picked clean
Items placed in appropriate piles
All the while
You sit on your wire
Back turned to me
Intelligent eyes hidden
Knowing I can't disturb you
In a while you will feed on yesterday
For this place 
Is not closed to you!

Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2015

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The Beauty of Charkha the Spinning Wheel 3

The Beauty of Charkha the Spinning Wheel  2

The Poem is dedicated to Mahatma Gandhi and his Charkha

Part 3

The rapidly emerging new discoveries
Were influencing and enchanting 
The ever thirsty mind and hearts 
Of every adventure lover.  

The entire Europe and the remaining world
Of that Era 
Almost became crazy 
After watching and witnessing 
The new magic’s
Of that wonderful thirteenth century 
Glued with the stunning new discoveries
Which was appearing one after another
Bewildering everyone of that age.

New stories of love and adventures were appearing 
With new amazing attractions and lore’s 
Which always enchants the human mind
Like the islands of amazements and hope 
Inviting the adventurers and young lovers 
To come and see, to enjoy and relish 
A totally new more intoxicating and elegant 
But untouched wine 
Of the unexplored East.  …

Stories about of these unknown lands 
Had already reached and stimulated  
The young throbbing mind and hearts 
Of the new young voyagers and lovers
Who were keen to go and bring with them
An entire new world 
For their sweet hearts and beloved’s.

Many voyagers were ready 
With their long cherished longings and dreams
Which had in them 
The hidden untold desires and ambitions
Equipped with God gifted muscle powers
To mold anything and above all 
They had the bold and strong determinations
To throw themselves and their ships 
On the waves of the vast unlimited 
And unexplored oceans
Without caring for the sea storms and
High rising waves.

Ravindra K Kapoor

Kanpur India 9th June 2015

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Copyright © Ravindra K Kapoor | Year Posted 2015

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May not be very sexy
Yet I need you to keep me warm

Thin yet lightweight 
Hides my hairy chest
Every winter I cuddle up to you
Really snug
Makes me all cosy
Available in many styles and colours
Lovely next to my skin

Vital in this chilly weather
Extra layer of clothing
Silk ones are the ultimate in comfort and warmth
Thermal vest I love you

Jan Allison
23rd  November 2014

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2014

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The north wind is blowing and it’s turning cold I’m feeling quite chilly I guess I’m getting old I’ve finally dug out my sexy thermal vest It’s snug and warm and covers my hairy chest It’s silky and soft and causes no ripples Hides my boobies and covers my nipples Jan Allison 15th October 2014

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2014

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Memory Quilt

Memory Quilt       “ For Auction contest “

Welcome all to today’s prestige event
Let us start the day ladies and gentlefolk
We have this wonderful memory quilt 
For your deliberation and delectation today
It was made by two elderly spinster sisters 
When they decided to do this quilt they decided a pattern
And they thought they would use pieces from dresses
The one they wore in their younger years
There are pieces from a day dresses, morning, and evening
Each one holding a special memory for them both
As they had worn them to many events when young
Each section of cloth has been cut very precise and sew with loving care
A selection of shapes are involved in this,
The principle ones, lozenge and triangle shape to form the main squares
This then makes up the size large enough to be used on the bed
They embellished it with heart and circles and lovely flowers
These being the decorations from the dresses themselves
This work took the sister six years to lovingly to complete
And it is all hand stitched onto a pale blue linen cloth to hold it complete
This wonderful piece comes with a description of each dress
Also on which occasion it was worn by either of them
It became an item beyond price to them when it was finished 
I hope ladies and gentlemen that this will give some idea 
Of the memories, work and heart ache involved 
In the making of this superb memory quilt
I know that this quilt will reach a very high price today
Myself I would place a bid of fifteen thousand
But it will not be enough I fear

Copyright © MARY GRACE | Year Posted 2016

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the circle of life

A predator among us.
A villian in our midst.
An entity of evil,
Clouding up our wits.
Preying on the innocent.
Devouring the strong.
A sycophant immortal.
Unbound by right and wrong.
White wool adorning
The curves of their form.
Cloven hooves dragging
on the ground with the worms.
No hoofprints behind them.
just the four toed paws
dotted at the tips
by their long and angry claws.
Nature is a cruel being.
Creating monsters in her storms.
No one understands
And everyone is torn.
The prey will always villify
those who are higher than they
on the food chains bottom
the sheep will always stay.
The wolves are meant to feed
without remourse consume
The psyches of the weak
to bring them to their doom.
The sheep will bleat and bellow
in fear of those wolves
And try to justify their blindness
by stamping hard their hooves.
Hiding in the herd,
the prey upon their back
the predators facade
turns their wool to black.
Such is natures way.
No one is at fault.
The circle of life.
The predators of thought.
For who can blame the hungry beast
for eating to survive
When you people create such feasts
And tantalize our eyes.
We can not feel guilty
for gaining our sustenance.
consider this my fealty
for i shall not repent.

Copyright © JoAnna Mitchell | Year Posted 2013

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Close to you

hanging so close on the clothesline
touching like lovers new
I yours and in silence yours mine
something we never do

Our thoughts might be along those lines
in dreams are more than close
Yet on the clothesline we are fine
touching and no one knows

Penned April 1 2015 by Seren Roberts

Contest title: let me feel your lines

Theme :  no 3. Clothesline

Copyright © Seren Roberts | Year Posted 2015

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I Hate to Admit It

~ Inspired by the likes of Hoplessly Devoted to You ~

The reflection of your beauty are shadows on the wall,
The abstract of your spirit is still standing in the hall,
I know I am a victim of this ghostly fantasy,
I hate to admit it, but your love is haunting me.

I hate to admit it, but you appear wherever I go,
I can't fight the feeling as the magic begins to grow,
The thrill of believing brings a scary urgency,
I hate to admit it, but your love is haunting me.

As I lie here not sleeping somewhere deep in the night,
Your whisper of desire brings a passion of fright,
I can't go on believing as the spirits above agree,
I hate to admit it, but your love is haunting me.

I hate to admit it, but life is running late,
What love has to offer will die throughout the wait,
I must find a way to break this broken heart free,
I hate to admit it, but your love is haunting me.

Featured: 5/29/2016

Written: 5/22/2016
Type: Heroic Couplets
Contest: Grens Evergreens (Golden Oldies) 3
Contest Sponsor: Teppo Gren
Placement:2nd Place

Copyright © Jesse Day | Year Posted 2016

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A wrestler whose first name is Bill Wears tights (but he’s over the hill) He shoves down a sock To enhance his cock It sure gives the ladies a thrill! Now Bill’s a really proud macho guy And keeps grey hair at bay with black dye Even though he’s a man He wears lots of fake tan And baby oil is in constant supply For Phyl with love from FC xx 05/06/17

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2017

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My Old Blue Jeans

(Re Old Poems)

A gaggle of girls lounging in the sun.
In the green grass many pairs of legs, 
stretched out, clad in their blue jeans.
My old pair, many memories...
In them I dug into the garden soil,
planting my spring flowers; my jeans grubby.
A girl gamboling in the rain,
water soaking into her and every pore of fibre
of her blue old jeans.
Many moons ago, my jeans,
touching his knees;
they remember the feel of his bare hands, 
smoothly tracing the lines.
The hems got frayed, threads hung loose...
Had seen better days, blotches of old paint,
colours that stayed.
Astride my horse heading homewards, 
look far into the dipping sky;
My rough old jeans,
Has spent many autumns, growing old with me.

Written for nette's contest 'Blue Jeans'

Copyright © gautami phookan | Year Posted 2015

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Dave made a comment about his cowboy boots so I simply had to weave this joke into a little narrative

An elderly couple moved to Texas and the old man had always wanted some cowboy boots
Guess he dreamed of being a cowboy and getting involved in shootouts
So he buys the boots and walks into the kitchen wearing them like a prize
He asks his wife if she notices anything different but she says nothing
He gets a bit annoyed, goes off and strips naked except for the boots
‘Notice anything different now?’ he says to his wife
She looks down at him and says…
‘What’s different – its hanging down today.. it was hanging down yesterday and it will be again tomorrow’.
Well he’s not too happy and says ’and do you know why it’s hanging down?’
‘No’ she says
‘It’s hanging down because it’s looking at my new cowboy boots’
She doesn’t change her expression and replies
‘Shoulda bought a hat dear, you shoulda bought a hat’

Hope it raises a smile!

Jan Allison
18th August 2014

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2014

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Sure, I own a denim jacket
And, of course, a bunch of jeans.
All my closets have held denim
Since the time I hit my teens.

Back in high school and in college
There was little else to wear;
Maybe corduroy or khaki’d
Show up on my derriere.

Though my wardrobe’s now more varied
(There’s no denim skirt or vest),
Jeans are still among the choices
Every day when I get dressed.

So I owe a debt to Davis*
And his partner, Levi Strauss,
For providing me with bottoms
I can match with top or blouse.

*Jacob W. Davis

Copyright © ilene bauer | Year Posted 2016

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What hurt's me the most

Every time your not next to me
I fell like your being distant

Every time your saying mean things
It makes me feel like you don't love me at all

Every time we argue
It hurts me so much it makes me want to hurt myself

Every time you give me an attitude
I feel like your bringing me down

Every time your angry at things I tell you
It makes me feel like you hate me

Every time you look away from me
I feel like you don't want to be with me

Every time I try to joke around 
You get mad at the jokes I make

But what hurts me the most
Is the way you accuse me of cheating

Copyright © Junice Lanza | Year Posted 2013

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One of a Pair

It was a cold winter day on the Fundy Bay when the wind and the Ocean Raged

You were a child with the sweetest smile who walked through a storm for a mile

Over the frozen sand as I held your hand, we made our way to the land

Up over the banks past the shipyard tanks and a pile of old wooden planks

Homeward bound as the snow fell down and wood shavings blew all around

I held your hand like a grown man the way that your Mother planned

Keeping you warm from the day I was born together we weathered the storm

I was made by a hand, with wool from a lamb, with love knitted in every strand

As soft as a kitten and Oh! So smitten,  I...Just one of pair of mittens.

April 12, 2018

Copyright © Elaine George | Year Posted 2018

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Just Two Pairs of Shoes

I have inside my wardrobe many clothes
composed of dresses, blouses, slacks and tops,
and as the number of these items grows,
so does my footwear. Lord, it never stops!

I’m not too good at throwing stuff away
except for things from when I was size nine!
So I can change my outfits day to day.
I love variety. It is divine!

I match accessories and jewelry
with all my clothing with its many hues.
I think I’d suffer from anxiety
without a rather large supply of shoes!

If just two pairs of shoes were all I owned,
I’d somehow have to get them color-cloned!

Aug. 1, 2017 for the Two Pair of Shoes Contest of John Lawless

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2017

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Silver Arrow

Vi's faded jeans
folded for another occasion.
Their distinction -
a silver arrow on main pocket

Friends would ask of
its significance,
but Vi became vague
and slowly indistinct

It was large, so prominent...
A silver arrow pointing down
with determination
to the reddish Texas earth

Copyright © Julia Ward | Year Posted 2015