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Come Pray

Come bathe within his glory,
It is he who know's our story,
No longer will it shame you,
You are free from all the blame too,
The times you thought were frightening,
That you now see as enlightening,
Were the lessons of existence,
Overdressed in your persistence...
Take a step in my direction,
And be a part of this connection,
That is shared among the giving,
And to those no longer living,
For it's they who rise before us,
As he promised in a chorus,
Led by angels at an alter,
Like the columns of gibralter...
If you take the hand of thunder,
It will pull you from up under,
So leave the body on the surface,
Because it's your soul that has a purpose....
Come pray.....
Categories: overdressed, faith, inspirational, introspection, life,
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If you don't eat, you're anorexic if you do eat, you're a fat ass.
If you don't wear makeup, you're ugly. If you wear makeup, you're a fake.
If you're loud, you're annoying; if you're quiet, you're weird.
If you're good in school, you're smart; if you say something wrong, you're stupid.
If you take pictures, you're an attention-whore; if you don't stalk your friends you're not cool.
If you wear sweats, you're underdressed; if you wear a dress, you're overdressed.
If you don't have boobs, no guys like you; if you have boobs, they're fake.
If you don't have a boyfriend, you're a loser; if you have one, he's cheating on you.
You tell us to be who we are but then you go and judge us about it. So now, do you see how hard it is for us to just be ourselves?
Categories: overdressed, art, depression, devotion, education,
Form: Acrostic

Never Again, To Regain the Past, I Thunder Why

Yesterday, was an adolescent, 
while we where the innocuous fluorescence that lighted up the floral hopes of the sun and transformed it's smile, into a cheerful full moon.

The sky was always brightly dressed up with colourful fireworks, and sometimes it looked overdressed, due to; too much colouration of fireworks lightning outburst.
This graced up our hearts with excessive Christmas diamond feelings.   

The environment, was always busy with traditional Masquerading, carol carnivals, religious activities, youthful vigil, commitment vigilance, less happiness on clutches, less money impetuosity, less darkness but more rituals, less churches, less hunger and thunderous envy, less death, more tottering and loitering from mango tree to mango, invading people's gardens for fun.  

Back then, the rich neatly did; car racing, house racing, bicycle racing and duck hunt and also watched black and white television, 
but all we enjoyably did, was hide and seek, played draft and ludo game, beetle hunt and most importantly; native fowl hunt,  because we didn't have to go the markets to buy native fowls, they were plenty not owned fowls to save our black and white hunger.  

We also bought plenty things with just one naira note, and the balance kept coming, and we never stopped buying until our pockets purged. 
Although, the money was surely more than enough to waste, 
but as kids, we never got staved of spending, 
this is because everything we saw, looked like waterfalls from heaven.

We took so many childhood risks; we sneaked out of school, and engaged in far journey to other States, to attend trade fairs, without money on us to shop, the only money we always had in pockets, where transport fair, which we have saved for weeks from our feeding money.
Me especially as a teenager, I preferred the forest behind my school than the classroom, because it felt to me, that I understood the language of trees, birds, and crickets, more than that of my classmates and teachers, this made me choose, 'George of the jungle', 'the gods must be crazy' and 'Going Banana' as my most adored movies.
   
I thunder so sadly, 
because never again shall all this youthful moments and feelings, breeze by again like a born again wind.
Categories: overdressed, timemoney,
Form: Free verse

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Red Mist

A babe in arms, who knows no sin,
A mothers love for only him.
A carefree shopper, enjoying the day,
Each not knowing what may come their way.

A young man yet unversed in life,
A teenage girl longs to be a wife.
A down and out, drunk on meths,
Each not knowing their impending deaths.

A cyclist peddling for all his worth,
A boy and his mates so full of mirth.
A policeman's lot maybe not a happy one,
Each not knowing they may soon be gone.

A man, overdressed in the July heat goes by,
A rooftop sniper, watching, knows just why.
He raises his sights, his target cannot be missed,
His aim is true, a bombers head becomes red mist.

© Dave Timperley 2014
Categories: overdressed, soldier, violence,
Form: Dramatic Verse

French Fry Etiquette

French Fry Etiquette 

She left me sitting alone in McDonalds
Didn't take a bite of her Big Mac 
Or touch a single one of her  French Fries    
She grabbed her Coke then walked away 
And never even looked back
I thought about eating the fries 
Although I had lost my appetite 
It wasn't because I was hurt by the drama 
She spreads ketchup on top of all of them
Instead of dipping each fry
I'm sure you know
the type 
When it comes to eating French fries 
Her method doesn't follow proper etiquette
Even though it bothered me I never said a word 
Because she gets pissed off so quickly 
And becomes 
belligerent 
I didn't understand what just happened 
It left me totally confused 
Why did she Super Size her order
If she wasn't going to eat the food
We had a date to go for dinner 
I couldn't figure out why she got upset 
I told her she looked gorgeous 
But maybe a little overdressed 
She looked surprised when we arrived 
And said McDonalds you've got to be kidding 
How insensitive of me to take her to McDonalds for dinner 
Knowing her favorite hamburger joint is Burger King 
JSB
Judge Santiago Burdon 
Stray Dogs and Deuces Wild, Not Real Poetry, Quicksand Highway, Fingers in the Fan, Tequilas Bad Advice, Lords of the Afterglow, Overdose of Destiny
Categories: overdressed, break up, funny,
Form: Rhyme

Ten Thousand Torturously Terrible Tom's Tidbits (Two)

12)Coddle- Two fish enrapt in love.

13)Mustard- A diarrhea victim who can wait no longer.

14)Jam Session- A gathering of sweet-toothed weirdos with various jams and 
jellies.

15)Coffee Table- An occasional table made of stale and hard coffee beans.

16)Condom- A very stupid prisoner.

17)Confederate- An inmate who nourishes his cellmate with food he sneaks 
from the mess hall.

18)Condiment- A mint left on the pillow of Condolezza Rice's hotel room bed.

19)Metaphor- The reason you met her.

20)Meteor Shower- Cleaning meteors in your shower.

21)Osmosis- A female relative of the Osmond Brothers.

22)Gradute- A successfully educated studend ingested by a cannibal.

23)Grab Bag- A purse snatcher's job.

24)Wind Instrument- A guitar lifted and tossed in a hurricane.

25)Destitute- A broke prostitute.

26)Easygoing- Being tied in a wheelchair and pushed down the steepest street 
in San Francisco.

27)Castrated- Judging who belongs in what pecking order in the movie cast.

28)Animosity- Dislike of mice.

29)Barn Dance- A group of barns dancing in a hurricane.

30)Carpeting- Gently stroking an automobile you love.

31)Chirk- A Cherokee idiot.

32)Coddle- Embracing your fish prior to frying.

33)Extraterrestials- Coming from another planet, or from Camden, New Jersey.

34)Hail Mary- A religious woman bombarded in a hail storm.

35)Hair Dresser- The absurd practice of putting dresses on one's head.

36)Homely- When poor ugly Lee is home.

37)Antacid- A psychological hallucinogenic drug favoered by hippy garden 
insects.

38)Moron- An overdressed person of limited intelligence with far too much 
cologne on.

39)Precession- The last days leading up to an economic downturn.

40)Martial Arts- Paintings done by Western town Sheriffs.

41)Spouse- A married rodent.

42)Consort- Dividing criminals by crime categories.

43)Debaunchery- When de bunch of us Brooklyn guys goes out on de town.

44)Drag Queen- When us guys from Brooklyn beat up and haul around 
somebuddy from Queens.

45)Dragoon- Da dumb guy from Queens dat we got above.
© Tom Bell  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: overdressed, funny, imagination, on writing
Form: Burlesque


The Conjuring

He sat alone,  inside his own bubble of quiet,
indifferent to the scurrying sounds, the muted bustle 
of people huddled around their departure gates.
I thought him rather overdressed for the weather
looking busy with something I couldn't see what,
reminding me of a madman who couldn't 
remember his own fantasies,

Watching him idly felt like invading his privacy
but I had nothing else to do or too bored to walk away.
I could think of a thousand rationalizations 
why I continued to do nothing
but watch him with my eyes closed,
forcing myself to appear unconcerned.

If someone was watching me, I must have 
seemed conspicuous in my concentration
perhaps emanating an air of mystery.
I would not expect this observer, if any,
to know I was trying to unveil the stranger in my mind
like a conjurer on stage.
Because I was watching him without seeming
to be obvious about it, I felt
everyone else was watching me too.

I open my eyes surreptitiously so as to catch
someone who might be watching me too.
But no, everyone was merely absorbed and lost
in their own worlds, waiting for the call to board a plane.
I was safe, drifting into mystic time, immobile but alert,
hiding in my own capsule, in plain sight.

@jjote 08152015
Categories: overdressed, people,
Form: Free verse

Stillbirth

STILLBIRTH


Pregnant and overdressed
Lazily dozing o’er the riverbank pond
Autumn trees, fat with  leaves caressed
By the frost , every frond


Ready to be borne out of sight
By the river’s  waves  aglow
Like Roman shields burnished bright
Facing their vanquished Sabine foe


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Note
Sabines were a people living near ancient Rome, and the Sabine women 
were kidnapped en masse by Roman soldiers, to increase the  population of Rome.
Categories: overdressed, allegory, nature,
Form: Quatrain

Epilogue To Walrus and Carpenter

I

4:forty 4 in the a.m. scene
   and I had been awakened by 
          the strangest of dreams:

     of an overdressed Lion,
                                          and Gator
And tales
                    of their peculiar golfcart

                    that was actually

two young whales,


  who would swim them around
  from each island and towne

while they both gorged upon snails...


Now, this twosome 
                            (I'm told)
did become very bold. 
  as they chided and ordered
                            these blowholes...

and while missing the goal
  (on each green, and each shoal)

would dig the sweet clams
  of each sand trap...

and then they'd partake
(with some lemon, and cake)

   leaving a trail of dead
                                shells by the golf map,


Said the Lion to He
                               that was all scale E:
                           "It's your shot, cause I'm closer 
                                                                       to Home"
                               so the Gator
                                                        (It's said)
                                    did square up his head
                             And swung 
                             while on his cell phone

                              to a blabbering Yak
                                     who had stopped 
                                            for a snack

                               of a thick shake
                                      and Cheesey
                                                   Big Mac...
Categories: overdressed, animals, children, funny, sea,
Form: Ballad

Premium Member Humongous Egos

Humongous Egos
Miracle Man
3/18/2023

We all know someone so full of themselves,
they think their opinion is all that counts.
That the last word spoken is always theirs,
And every conversation the friction mounts.

Many think having money, position, or fame,
means the world evolves around them.
But they don’t see self through the eyes of others,
Lest some of their ways they’d condemn.

"Imagination is the highest kite that one can fly"
Lauren Bacall

“If you’re all wrapped up in yourself,
you are overdressed.”
The Wedded Unmother
© Tom Wright  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: overdressed, imagination, self,
Form: Lyric

The Drunk At the Dinner Party

There’s always one drunk at the dinner party; an embarrassing shame
Ne’er to be invited back again
It doesn’t complement the tortured duck foie gras crackers
And the sinfully boring conversations lamenting benefit scrounging slackers
Everyone else is clunkily overdressed, not to mention, anxious and stressed
Even the halibut’s looking depressed.
The darling children all love to whinge
The chubby husbands are all thinner on Hinge
I drain the whisky bottle, and the host hands me some tea
It’s happened again; I guess the drunk must be me.

Evie H
© Evie Hh  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: overdressed, drink, humor, humorous, nonsense,
Form: Rhyme

Empty Teardrops On My Fingertips

There is only you and me
were universal
speak our minds
until they become controversial
the current administration 
couldn't build a tent
that's why I should run
for president
I would represent you all 
as I hate you, equally
no justification
just in my way, literally
the broken egg shells
I walk on for you
to cringe your nails
and do as you do

Mary wasn't quite contrary 
on this particular conspicuous evening
it seems she's overdressed for the occasion
wearing nothing but a green wreath over places

What's the difference between me and you?
I have power beyond imagination
and control of my dreams
you misunderstand the smallest of things
and then blame me for your state of denial

I'm in a state of comfortness
but must move forward 
in order to progress
otherwise I am just oppressed 
or overly blessed, and won't digress.
© Bj Fard  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: overdressed, adventure, forgiveness, happiness, life,
Form: Free verse

Premium Member A Measure of Time

timing is everything
pretty much anytime 
anyhow anyplace                    

morning noon or evening            
whatever the birth date
no matter the season
or how tight the G-string
victuals and drink 
the chiefs of a good diet

this old woman could not be quiet  
she wiped her clammy hands 
on a mellow yellow chiffon dress 
Circa 1959

timing is overdressed             
always never again 
maybe sometimes never thrice

the aging colors                    
of dusty dreams
invite us to frolic 
but only briefly
now that it's technical
there are no more heroes

this old lady only waved           
when she was yawning
where had her archives gone
into a lifetime of sea

timing is to blame                 
cooks faster than bacon
doesn't stop and carries a knife

hour after hour reaches out         
blinds us to see
takes us half the way there
days tripping over rock stars
nothing is by accident
in adjoining rooms
  
that old lady never listened        
had many years of unread messages
lost the keys to the Jeep
waited for the next available rep

timing held its breath            
up-to-the-minute
it was no small matter 

prior days posted 
atop one another  
stealing sunshine 
never recoiling
yesterday at sundown 
she crashed the ATV

this old lady lived to skål
joy rides at the speed of sound
backward and past the contrasts  
always in a leopard pill-box hat

timing had meant everything         
still in response to yesterday
it was no grand prize

a gray higgledy-piggledy shrub           
below the tidal noise        
standing in the doorway with poise
blocking the Entrance
that's what ^tiempo_ was
cowbells and castagnettes

this old lady kicked it
in an instant such as this
cursed by seasons of glare
life kissed her feet in recompense

timing and it's belongings
had paced past and present
and lasted but a moment

in the vestibule by the portal
there is a possessed clock
it stages lifetime shifts
every step you take up or down the staircase
days weeks months years decades
a life-span of keeping your eyes on it
Categories: overdressed, 12th grade, life, time,
Form: Free verse

Misery Without Company

What is me...misery...imbedded deep within
Buried at the bottom of a heart drenched in sin
Washed in doubt, turned inside out, nowhere to begin
Left alone, my unhappy home with silence as my friend

Unable to grasp how to act left borrowing the pain
Overdressed within distress and nothing left to gain
Down each cheek, water weeps, leaving a snails stain
Unable to sleep, incomplete, insanity grips what's sane

What is me...misery...company no one keeps
Eyes open, red rimmed, tired, but still never sleeps
At the slightest intrusion the miserable me only weeps
Slowly every passing second throughout me it creeps

Everything looked upon is envisioned to only depress
Even the happiest of moments cause unneeded stress
Killing all other emotions now already dead more or less
Nothing left, for my misery has become a miserable mess


For Poetry Contest: "Misery" 12/29/18
Hosted by: Edward Ibeh

Placed 2nd in Contest Results
Categories: overdressed, dark, deep, depression, loneliness,
Form: Rhyme

A Fine Day In Cascais

A fine day in Cascais

A beautiful spring day in Cascais, the centre full of people
which I found a little disturbing.
We moved slowly on old legs like weather bitten barges
in a sea of jubilant racing boats.
It was warm, down by the sea, and we were overdressed.
My wife’s niece had the patience of an angle adjusted her
strides to our gaits, not easy I’m sure she is a picture of 
healthy living.
We had lunch, theirs was fish, I settled for a Greek salad
no wine though knows from experience unless you by 
a full bottle, the wine served individually in glasses tend 
to be inferior to the residue of bottled wine of dubious taste.
We drank beer, and the healthy niece stuck to water.
© Jan Hansen  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: overdressed, beach, blessing,
Form: Sonnet
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