Best Sweatshirts Poems

...dedicated to Juvie


We are in each other's arms, and dancing...
the lights are low, and the music is soft.
You perfume is so delicate, like a fresh
spring rain. We are cheek to cheek,
and in another world. A man tries to
butt in, and I shoo him away... no...

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Yesterday she  left , warm and sunny ,all  pleasant and funny
Spend some time with me she said, for soon I will leave
I lingered many months,  my season ends , I will come again so don’t bereave 
 Gone are the long summer...

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Rustling through the auburn, yellow and burnt orange leaves

holding up my little girls first flight with her new princess kite

blowing softly across my cheek and through my sand brown hair

bringing with the smells of autumn

the bonfires on a crisp October eve

marshmallows melting  chestnuts roasting

fresh...

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Child-like enthusiasm at Christmas time is not easily duplicated.
Hearty laughter surrounds a family reminiscing about other Christmases.
Rich pastries, cookies and candy only found once a year decorate a table.
Imaginative glimpses of future Christmases are in the forefront of newlyweds
Santa Claus cannot overshadow The Son in...

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My bench provides a perfect view
Of people on parade.
I love to watch each passing person
Artfully displayed.

Some taxi yellow hi-top sneakers,
Jeans with ripped-up knees,
Tie-dye sweatshirts, neon caps
And college-boasting tees…

A toddler on a scooter
With a helmet rosy pink,
A couple on a nearby bench
With wine in cups to...

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Across the ground the leaves are strewn
                     set down by rushing wind.
A multicolored carpet yellow, orange, red and brown
      ...

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Shortest day, longest night 
Celebration of light
Glistening ice and snow
Temperatures low
Bare trees
Ponds freeze

Dress warm
Long sleeve uniform 
Cardigans and sweatshirts 
Goodbye mini skirts
Silk and wool 
Indoor pool

Soup and stew
Don’t misconstrue 
Wish Bread
Glaze spread
Cinnamon and cloves 
On stoves

Ice skating 
Snow tube inflating 
Snow skiing 
Snowboard leaping 
Snowshoe...

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I am the undeniable expert of me.
Wearing Christmas sweatshirts in June sets me free.
I can be eccentric and fun,
Make terrific friends by the ton,
When I live my truth as I see....

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Miss High Heels

Out of the Honda, let off downtown,
Through gold revolving doors 
Miss High Heels would quickly bound,
Take the elevator 20 floors.

In this short span of time,
Inside the doorway of another world,
Using her professional name,
Another Miss Heels would unfurl.

Outside the golden doors,
Jeans and sweatshirts she,
Inside...

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Vexation seeps through sighs 
As the pen finds comfort 
Sharing the same story

Nonsensical pretty boys 
With smoke cloud habits 
And bloodshot ponderings

Vaunting on their 
Newsworthy delinquency 
With incessant metal bar consequences 

Promulgating in the same breath 
they’re gaining 
New ground 

Breaking the cleanse 
Of poisoning...

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It’s fall, y’all
And as the leaves
Change color, we
Put on long sleeves.

It’s time for socks
And sweatshirts zipped
So when temps drop
We’re well-equipped.

The air is filled 
With pumpkin spice
And mums in baskets
Look real nice.

Go apple picking – 
Heed the call
Of autumn’s treats – 
It’s fall, y’all!...

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Mickey Mouse is as popular as ever.
So cute and round and ultimately clever. 
Smiling from sweatshirts, shoes and socks.
Laughing at us from purses, belts and clocks.
If his name had remained Mortimore, would it still be so?
I wonder as I see his grinning face wherever I...

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Once again, it’s that time of the year,
A time to reflect and a time to cheer.
Fellowship with the people here,
Embrace the moment near and dear.

The holiday festivities are upon us,
Holiday themes will soon surround us.
First with variating colors of the leaves,
To snow covering various naked...

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From sunup to sundown
it was indeed a weird day;
it seemed as if the sun rose
wearing dimming shades
and as if the wind had been
blown off course or locked out.

The bold-green leaf trees, hedges,
shrubs, and lawn grasses just stood
there motionless as if they were
aping their canvassed or...

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Skin pulled tight over gaunt faces,
hollow eyes looking out at me,
fearful of what they see,
dreading pity,
empathy,
apathy,
wanting form me
only an ear,
an ear i’ve given  too many times
from those too many times
so tired is this ear
that it closes up, away
from the mention of
skin pulled tight over...

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