Best Corduroy Poems

Toddlers' Exploration: 

Cardboard drum, a thunderous beast,
Playful roars in tiny fists and feasts.
Fleeting wings glide, dreams just out of reach,
Soaring through tales of barnyard Waddles...

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Stood I there, that last day,
On an iron bridge...
An aqueduct by design,
Where, looking dreamily out over
The Ernes Lower Lough,
My compressed shadow 
Momentarily paused -
To contently...

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You were leaning over the rustic, wooden bridge.

Elements of a cold autumn eve approaching.
I just was entranced by the sea of you.
Black full hair, corduroy...

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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...

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early morning …

as day blinked its eyes
I rowed the rickety little dory out -
smooth rivulets behind me in the mirror surface
slowly expired as I stopped...

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No one in particular (in the wake of our dreams)

We don’t look like they do,
graphic replicas of a life in tatters,
drifting on lonesome clouds
Dove’s wing...

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early morning
as day blinked its eyes
I rowed a little dory out - smooth rivulets
behind me in the mirror surface.
I stopped in the middle
wrapping the misty...

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-- Re:  Gertrude Stein and Alice B. Toklas, Rue de Fleurus #27, Paris --

What would Gertrude. What, Gertrude.What, Gertie?Have thought.Have thought what thought?Thought thought...

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Don't get a bug in your butt because I like to eat
So it's none of your business if I can't see my feet
My tee shirt...

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remember these rich kids
who moved from downtown 
Manhattan,
after the towers fell,
out into the uncharted territories of
Bushwick & those regions of
Brooklyn, which had once been
lined with...

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Her heart felt like it had been ripped out of her chest,
By a giant bear paw.
She had suspected for a few months that her twin...

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On scarred green corduroy couches, lined with age, sighing under my weight-

Like bearded old men, releasing ages of wearied wisdom, 

Slipping in their sleep-

In rooms...

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Watching her board bathed in fog at the station
Spectacles slide down the bridge of his nose
Usually a blur, not in this situation
Smudges can’t hide every...

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The clothes that I'll describe, my age I'll surely reveal.
Recalling clothes worn to school back then now seems surreal!
Not to sport the latest fad, you...

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Silken seduction
Corduroy like going home
Denim desires

Satin swish swirling
Velvet voluptuousness
Lace laughing lightly...

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