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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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What's fair is fair

What’s fair is fair

I walked into Macys Department Store the other day
thinking I’d buy a few items for the summer
I entered on the first floor and was met by
counter after counter of cosmetics and perfume
with finely made up women in fancy smocks 
just waiting to apply the latest from Estee Lauder
or spritz the newest fragrance from Lacome. 

Then I wandered through the labyrinth of ladies shoes,
Every style, color, material, pattern, shape 
and design known to man, well maybe not man
Low heels, high heels, stilettos, pumps, sandals, boots
running shoes, dress shoes, casual shoes 
and don’t get me started on the purses, Coach, Michael Kors, 
Dooney and Burke…clutches, handbags, wallets, totes,
big bags and even bigger bags

I took the escalator up hoping to find something to my liking
I walked from one end to the other, nothing but women’s clothing
Calvin Klein, Ralph Lauren, J.Jill, Hilfiger, you name it, they had it. 
Tops, skirts, dresses, work attire, dinner attire, after eight attire
There were weekend outfits and morning, noon and evening wear
Low cut, high cut, hip huggers, sleeveless, three quarter sleeves,
short sleeves, long sleeves, ruffles, leggings, shorts, t-shirts, gowns
denim, leather, cotton, polyester, nylon, fringed, hinged…I cringed 

Another flight up, my fingers crossed…OMG, ladies lingerie. 
I had no idea there were that many bras in the world, it seems like the 
entire alphabet is used for the sizes and sometimes it is used twice,
A.B.C.D.E.AA,BB,CC…and so on… 
There was also rack after rack of panties, Spanx, body suits, nylons. 
pantyhose,  knee high, thigh high, lifting, supporting, separating, 
holding in, back support, front support, butt enhancing…butt enhancing? 
Negligees, robes, pajamas, and bathing suits, millions of bathing suits    

One more flight up and needless to say I was becoming quite aggravated
I scanned the floor then finally asked an employee where the Men’s department was? 
He said, “It’s way over there in that corner, 
just past the toaster ovens, luggage, dinnerware and bedding, 
tucked in behind the Children’s s department.” 
Then I asked him one more question because at this point I was very curious
“Where are all of the female customers today?”

He answered, “Oh, they are all downtown protesting how the world is so unfair to them.” 

Note: Macys is a department store in the states. Similar to The Bay in Canada or Fenwick in the UK

Written for the Foreskinfedora For Poets Who Identify As Men Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Lawless 

Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017

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Ode to Hand Knit Socks

Hand knit socks you are wonderful to me.
As I'm winding this soft wool yarn,
deciding, which needles to use,
I know you're going to be gorgeous,
cozy, and fun to wear socks.
Only the best wool for you, with
careful, hand wash, and lay flat to dry
cleaning instructions, befitting royalty.
Hand knit socks you will rock.
You'll think I'm a genius, my
matching bright lime green and rainbow yarns together.
The chosen slip stitch pattern, alternating the yarn,
makes you dear socks a joy.
An amazing joy to knit as well as to wear.
Oh the colors, the perfect fit, like wearable art.
My hand knit socks you'll be the envy of my other socks.
You dear socks deserve this honor.
You are the socks that rock.

Copyright © Anna Hester | Year Posted 2016

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Know you not, that I live in pain?
With features that drives me insane,
No matter, how much I try in vain,
I am a girl in a body for men!

To the world I am a bit queer,
That makes me a victim of bully and sneer,
For my piercings in my nose and ear,
And those pretty earrings that I love to wear,

Is it a sin to dress in a skirt?
And my blouse frills that I wish to flirt,
All for an organ that makes me; part,
With my identity deep in my heart?

How I wish, I could walk in my heels,
And seek attention of men with skills,
To shower me with loving care and will,
And presence that provides me a joyous feel;

My passionate desire is to have a friend,
Girl with whom I could delightfully spend,
Moments discussing fashions latest trend,
And secrets to keep unto our lives end.

The world impedes me from breaking my shell,
And my desire to be a belle,
Yet there are moments I live in a spell,
Know that I’m stuck in hell!

In recognition of the plight of Transgenders in our society!! 

Copyright © Pradipta Roy Choudhury | Year Posted 2018

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I, Mid-Century Modern

I, Mid-Century Modern

Anomaly in furnishings, I was;
     so avant-garde, I triggered smiles and buzz.
          Far from baroque, ornate styles of the past,
my bona fide remake was made to last.

'Cacophony' of patterns deja vu,
     brought slow ennui; now time for something new.
          With full carte blanche, my sharper look emerged.
Sparked by elan, my modern era surged.

Some called my offbeat stylists 'dilettante'...
          but, retro styles...still on the lists of 'want'.

Sandra M. Haight

~2nd Place~
Contest: 10 Words 10 Lines 2
Sponsor: Silent One
Judged: 01/29/2018

Words required used in order of appearance:
anomaly, avant-garde, baroque, bona fide, cacophony, deja vu, ennui, carte blanche, elan, dilettante

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2018

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No belt and a pair of boxers underneath
Coolin', stylin' and profilin' with a fresh new
pair of kicks on the feet

Saggin', draggin', loose and not together
Constantly pullin' and tuggin'; just straighten
them up or take them off brother

Swagga!  Not!  Just draggin' and saggin' with major 
Belts are like beepers, totally obsolete, brotha' 
looking like he got something to prove

A fashion statement of diminutive proportions,
I mean really?
Just a fresh pair of sneakers, a pair of pants that 
don't fit and a white tee

But what is looming as great as God's blue sky is
"tude", that's right, major, major "tude"!
Mean muggin', adrenaline flowing and stayed on high
Come on man!  Find some quiet and let go.  I mean
really dude!

Let him tell it, there is nothing wrong with his gait
Obviously he can't see, 'cause if he could he
would even say it's not straight

The ticket is straightening up the spine and getting
in line to move forward
And maybe, just maybe he has something to prove.
'Cause as long as he walks around saggin', he will be
viewed as saggin spelled backwards

Copyright © Stewart Watkins | Year Posted 2017

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If Your Crown Is Crooked

If your Crown is Crooked, the force of my wind shook it.
You will feel it, and you will look it. Guess what, I will hook it
I own my reign, crowns, diamonds, and only gains.

You dropped your code, haven't you been told
now you are old. Go back to your abode
I'm here to stay, doing me my way. 
Its already started, watch me heart it!!!

If your crown is crooked, it sure will look it
here to stay, get out my way.
All eyes on me, can't you see
the real Queen Bee is for the world to see

If your Crown is crooked, I will hook it
Get in my background, watch me turn this around.
Diva say your prayers, I have no cares
It's my turn, watch me burn!!!!

If your crown is crooked, my wind shook it
remember, they come to see the crown
full splendor all the way around
I got my chance, to take my stance
and make them all prance
If your Crown is crooked, my wind shook it!!!!

Copyright © barbara green | Year Posted 2018

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Enemy Wear

"Enemy Suit"

If you are my online styling enemy, 
Then I love you more than poop and snakes combine 
I'd pray to God, every night, 
'Ask him to fill your room with termites 
Once in a while, I'd ask him to give you grace 
In hopes today, you don't expose the green monster face 
Enough said for the time to be.

My dearest enemy, my mentor
I want you to know, you taught me well
Tonight I Will Put On My Enemy's Clothes
And I'll be the fake friend that hugs you

Hugs, Hugs, Love, Love Linda

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2014

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A 'LITTLE' Black Dress

Never wear a little black dress that looks in distress or to compressed
it should always impress and softly caress. 

If you wear a small but your a triple X and the length just fits under your derriere
you will surely start to unpack and start to attract.

Sitting is a challenge as you start to scoot down
you know your on a countdown and hoping for no breakdown.

At last you've hit touchdown as you take a deep breath
Only to hear a snap and pop as something starts to unlock from your famous squat.

Your self esteem has just dropped as you start to rock
from side to side you sway 'Do I sit or do I stay' as you start to pray.
                                                                                                                         With great poise and hoping for very little noise
You race for the door knowing you have to abort
taking the tablecloth with you as you deport.

1/25/15      T Reams             1st Place

Copyright © TAMMY REAMS | Year Posted 2015

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We live
We continue to pretend
We copy
Because that’s in fashion

Painted Face
Leaving no trace
Fiftyish women,
Pretending to be
Forever Thirty,
Obsessed by age
Not finding grace

Men from Metro-sexual
To Retro-sexual
Proving Substantial,
Gizmos Essential
Looking Influential
Faking Credentials
Doubting Potential

Outright Lies
For motives of profit,
The lies of materialism
Succumbing to manipulations,
For notions of happiness,
Financial Strains
Come with long term Drains

Eligible Singles
Readily Mingle
To Romance and Jingle
Then come Expectations,
Anger and Frustration.
Lousy sex
Eternal vex
Killing the Passion
Divorces and Affairs
Becoming a Fashion
Relationships are broken
Through SMS and Faxes
Marriage then Fixes
To save on Taxes

The key to Liberation,
Is not in “Passion for Fashion”
But in knowing that
What does not contain LOVE
Is only an Illusion!!

Copyright © rajashree prasad | Year Posted 2015

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Shoes and Toes

I'm a bit confused when it comes to shoes and see a big toe that's been bruised
or the second toe is longer and trying to conquer the big toes space with an embrace

If you have this problem don't wear open toe shoes they do not amuse
but only gives us a clue you may need a canoe or a pair of tennis shoes

Why wear shoes that are four feet tall and look like a ski slope 
and you walk like your on a tightrope afraid you will fall and have to crawl

If you have a toe problem don't be embarrassed a little buckle on your shoe top
will get a cute chuckle and you won't have to wear boots in that nice pants suite

T Reams   2/11/2015

Copyright © TAMMY REAMS | Year Posted 2015

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Falling Star

A moment at night
Something fall outside the door
Sparkling gem so bright

Pick up a shovel
Whilst starting to melt soil
Held it on my hand

Can't utter a word
Vibrant hue and glow persists 
Turn to diamond.

Copyright © marvin celestial | Year Posted 2014

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I don’t own Uggs and never will.
I’ve heard they’re super comfy; Still,

To pay so much for something ugly,
Even if it’s warm and snuggly,

Seems to me a tad absurd,
Though fashion has the final word.

When fads appear, so do the hordes.
Abstaining has its own rewards.

Copyright © ilene bauer | Year Posted 2014

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So thin,
with perfect hair
and flawless skin.

Arms and thighs
are just
the right size.

No lumps, rolls,
or moles.

This has to be
a fake image
I see.

by Ana Espinola Collins

Copyright © Ana Espinola Collins | Year Posted 2014

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Hair Styles 'You've Got To Be Kidding'

Poodle...          A puff on the left
                      A puff on the right
                      And always dyed white

The Nest...      Teased like a stampede
                      That's been unleashed
                      The look of an endangered beast

Shaved Art...   Some with faces, some with decorations
                      Are they going forward or behind
                      I hope they are supervised

Mohawk...        Oh my what a shock
                       Some are four feet high and unbending
                       If you don't duck you'll be crying

Half Of Hair...   One side bald the other side long
                       What a dingdong
                       It's just all wrong

So this is my opinion, sorry if I offend you!

1/27/15  T Reams

Copyright © TAMMY REAMS | Year Posted 2015

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Barbie Doll

~Barbie Doll~
(Free Verse or Narrative poem)

She’s beautiful and she’s blonde
And she can be anything I want
Of her little girls are very fond
Of, and I collect them all and so my aunt

I play with them and collect them all,
I love my Barbie dolls since I’m very small,
I can’t resist their charm when they seem to call
And when I spot them in the store I just want them all

Yes, that’s Barbie, she’s so cool, and she’s so popular
I just love her to pieces, don’t you?
And she can be anything she wants
Barbie may be just a doll to you, but not to me

Barbie can dance and she can play too,
Barbie goes to school and has a family,
She’s a pretty gal and she can never grow old 
Barbie is a special doll, and she shines like gold

She’s beautiful and she’s blonde,
She can be anything I want her to be,
Sometimes she’s blonde and sometimes she’s not
She has cars, she has houses, she has pets and she likes tea

She’s beautiful and she’s blonde
She can be anything I want 
And of her all little girls are very fond
Of, and I collect them all and so my aunt

Barbie is so cool and Barbie is a star
I love my Barbie dolls since I’m very small
She can be anything I want 
And when I spot them in the store I just want them all.

Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000


~Author's notes:

 Poem was written from a little girl's  point of view... her thinking about her growing Barbie dolls collection. Ah, children are so sweet when they're little :)

Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2015

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A granny I might be

A granny I might be

A granny I might be
But I can always see
My hair is growing grey
My shape is quite okay

I still love my fashion
I guess it’s still my passion
I always look quite smart and dressy
And very rarely I look messy.

I’m older, but I'm still a lassie
Sometimes me, I do look classy
I would not change a single day
Not ever, not in any way.

How the years they will turn out
Well who knows, I’ll wait that out.

Vera Duggan 13 September 2014

Copyright © Vera Duggan | Year Posted 2014

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Rings are the best thing with all the bling bling bling
The polish for my nails get looks that never fails
And when I add the eye shadow to my eyes
I get glances of admiring surprise
When I put the lipstck on, my old age just seems to be gone

Copyright © Veronica Aicher | Year Posted 2014

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I Like My Body

I like my body when it's with your clothes.
With your skirts and with your hose.
Panties, bras and stilettos -
you must let me BORROW those!
Oooh, they're tight... I don't suppose
you've got these in open toes...?

Lycia Harding

For the 'Complete the Line' Contest
Line 3:  ‘I like my body when it is with your..’---e.e. cummings

Copyright © Lycia Harding | Year Posted 2015

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It flips and flops from side to side 
and if the wind is blowing it will be going.
One ear is covered and the other is not
a curl or lock tied into a topknot.
Some look like a big fluffy feather that's been in a hazard
or the tail of a horse that's been forced.
Don't be scared because your missing hair
to a women a shinny bald spot is always hot!

1/23/15   T Reams

Copyright © TAMMY REAMS | Year Posted 2015

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Girls Who Wear Glasses

Girls Who Wear Glasses

Girls who wear glasses 
Are seen as geeks or a nerd,
Which is the most ridiculous thing
That I've ever heard!

Girls who wear glasses
Are actually sexy and cool
Whether they’re petite little pixies
Or long-legged and tall.

Girls who wear glasses
Look intelligent and smart;
A look that has always 
Gone straight to my heart

Girls who wear glasses
Are to be praised and admired
And to be told frequently 
They are loved and desired!

Copyright © Andy Morfett | Year Posted 2016

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An Amulet of Peace

An amulet of peace hung ‘round my neck,
An AR16 rifle in my hands….
Seemed like such a paradox,
In the paddies and jungles of Vietnam.

An amulet of peace hung ‘round my neck,
A man’s life was in my hands….
That life was not only mine,
While trying to survive in Vietnam.

An amulet of peace hung ‘round my neck,
Hoping for guidance by God’s hand….
Ignore our sin, keep us alive and safe,
While fighting in Vietnam.

An amulet of peace hung ‘round my neck,
My duffel bag in my hand….
After 13 months, I was going home,
No more to fight in Vietnam.

An amulet of peace hung ‘round my neck,
An Honorable Discharge in my hand….
Only to be spat upon, called ‘baby killer’,
By ‘peaceniks’ against the war in Vietnam.

An amulet of peace no longer hung ‘round my neck,
The challenge of a new life was at hand….
Found love, happiness and some success,
And tried not to think of Vietnam.

Again, that same amulet of peace hangs ‘round my neck;
And I hope my friends all understand….
I want our courageous young men and women
Out of Iraq and Afghanistan.

Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2014

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My eyes are dazzled at the sight of you,
Extremely chic, your sparkles they just grew.
Your penguin costumes always sat just right,
With candelabra burning there so bright.

Yours eyes they glittered as if they just knew,
The secret to life was you, being you.
Your smile was a magical starlit gaze,
When you came out, we were all in a daze.

That you were eccentric, no one would doubt,
The crowds would go crazy, when you came out.
Walk to your piano, sit there so tall,
Fingers would move, and captivate us all.

Rings filled with diamonds slid over keys,
Magical misfit, our senses appeased.

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
Mystic Roses Contest: Eccentricize my Eyes 

Copyright © Brenda Meier-Hans | Year Posted 2014

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Chastity belt bespoke fitter

i am a ye olde chastity belt maker and fitter
Fitting is free
I love my occupation
As I hold the key
For an emergency

Their men want them fitting
While they are away at war
And my services are required
More and more
Something I adore.

The women beg me to set them free
And I give them what they need
For a fee.

So need a chastity belt? 
Don't buy a cheap imitation from Hong Kong.
They have sharp edges and not that strong.

Just send me a E- arrow
And I'll be there quicker than a falcon after a sparrow.

This weeks special offer hurry!
Buy two get one free
I aim to please
If I still have the energy.

I'm very popular you  know
So come on wenches and ye olde maidens
Give me a go How else you gonna know?.

Peter Dome. copyright.2014. July.

Copyright © Peter Dome | Year Posted 2014

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Fashion on Display

When fashions get their own displays
Arranged in a museum,
It’s guaranteed that I will be
One person who will see ‘em.

I study all the sketches and
The mannequins all dressed
In fancy outfits sure to leave
All comers quite impressed.

Today, at the Mizrahi show,
The staff did help contrive
To take the dresses, coats and gowns
And make them come alive.

For after gazing at the clothes
Most artfully on view,
There was a film where models
In those threads came strutting through.

As wonderful as garments look
When hanging there, inert,
It’s so much better when we see
The swaying of a skirt.

Copyright © ilene bauer | Year Posted 2016