Best Shirts Poems

That day by the lake,
tattered jeans and old t-shirts,
my hand in your back pocket as we walked,
your thumb
hooked over the top of my waistband.
It was...

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~TAKE MY MONEY ~

Crimson Joy, L'Oreal Lips, DOLCE & GABBANA eyewear 
Mascara from beyond LONDON Bridges
Like the pretty face found in front of Vanity Fair
What...

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Thinking memories back in my childhood 
Only the meaningful ones I recall 
I have so many, some bad and some good 

Camping in winter, spring,...

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My shirts are tired of me.
'You're tiresome', they say,
'shouldn't you leave soon ?'
My socks take their orders 
from my shoes, 
or is it the other...

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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...

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At last, in the mute of twilight hums
I am possessed with silence shaven,
whiteness of peace touches the breath
melting the morsels of earth’s flesh
from soiled, weary...

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“I hate Mondays,” yes, I surely do,
I say aloud while folding up that shirt
which, with some other tops, I'm giving to
the Goodwill store along with...

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Inexpert at rhyme 
or singing in time
I bray like a laryngitic donkey
my artwork's inept 
I'm ham-fisted except
when doodling things that are wonky

Of style I'm bereft...

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Weeping Willow

The way your toes curl when you first wake up, yes I have been there to see this.
The way your nose wrinkles as you...

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I found a box when my mother died
And saw the me I was inside.
Big blue eyes and auburn locks,
Rolled up skirt and blue knee socks.

Glee...

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When I was growing up,
Daily they packed my outgrown:
Shoes, shirts,suits and trousers;
And paid me commendation
As they milled around me
Like night ants around light!

When I was...

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hanging in the air
humidity’s heaviness . . .
the river’s slow crawl


On the Mississippi lies the beautiful little city where I once lived. How many times...

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Makes me furious seeing a woman with a bruise over her eye.
The smeared mascara from the tears she's cried.
    Pain he's caused,...

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(a rhyme revision in stanza 9 in case the sponsor already read this.)

'Twas the night before Christmas. My shopping was done.
But gifts needed wrapping, and...

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People who write poetry 
Are not so hard to find 
You'll find them writing anything 
And they'll try to blow your mind
 
They'll write about...

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