Best Try It On Poems
Old Death is a scar,
an empty eye socket, a lost limb.
It has been grieved and we leave it alone
most of the time except on long drives
or sleepless nights.
New Death is a police siren behind you,
a baby crying for you in the night
in a house on fire.
New Death is bright red.
Old Death is brown.
We can pick it up and put it down.
New Death picks us up and
puts us down when it wants to.
New Death is a mugger in an alley
on your way home.
Leather jacket, whiskey breath,
fear smell, switch blade at your throat.
That's New Death.
It mugs you and steals your life
for years or forever.
Old Death is a tight uniform you wore,
you try it on once in a while.
You were drafted in the Regiment of Pain.
It doesn't fit, you don't wear it
but you will never be the same again.
You have your memories at that private war with Death.
You are a veteran now.
But the Private Pain mellows into General Acceptance
and the poignancy turns to peace
and all New Death will lose it's sting
with time and God's help forever.
The Way You Sing My Song
David J Walker
I remember falling in love with a song
And then searched for someone to
Try it on
While you were singing the words
Of your hearts desire
The fire
The fire
The words of arrant desire
If I write another love poem
It will have to be
an apology
for not believing
someone could love me
the way you sing my song
Second Hand Leather
Cocooned in love
The day was frightfully cold with snow softly falling. I was not prepared for this but
only for the warmth of sunshine. I stepped off the plane covered only in a sundress
and sandals. I began to shiver as I rushed for cover. My sister in laws would bring
comfort but little did I know just how much!
Welcomed with open arms I began to thaw and settle in a bit. This was going to be
a trip that would forever leave a print on my heart. We were going out for a special
dinner. You see it’s Christmas! She opened her closet and took out her very own
coat. This was the most beautiful coat I had ever seen.
This is when she handed it over to me and said, “Try it on darling –if it fits and you
like it –it’s yours”! I could not believe it as I knew it cost a lot of money and it was
just beyond beautiful. It was a Full Length Leather Coat with beautiful designs on it.
I had never had anything so wonderful given to me.
When I put it on it was magical. The fit was perfect and for me there was a
transformation. Somehow a feeling came over me like nothing ever before. I felt
special and could hardly wait to look in a mirror as I knew something changed inside
me forever at that moment. What was it, what had just happened?
I wore the coat and danced around in it when no one was watching like I was a
princess. I had this second hand coat for many years and always felt beautiful and
special when I put it on. It was the love that I was cocooned in. She cared enough
to give me her very own coat that she had bought for herself. I wore it until it was
tattered and someone said to me, “I would love that coat”. I took it off and passed
it on with the same love to cocoon that person.
Debbie
Knapp
Ol' Nellie Bramble; she loved to drink
She never washed and boy she did stink
In every bar in town, she'd cause a scene
And her rich language was quite obscene.
She spent many a night in a police cell
And all night long she'd scream and yell
She'd cuss and sing throughout the night
Then challenge all the duty cops to fight.
Every day when the jail clock struck noon
The police let her go saying "see you soon"
She'd then head for a bar and order whiskey
Try it on with the barmen and get frisky.
One dark wet night Nellie ran out of luck
When crossing the road didn't see a truck
The driver braked hard but he was too late
and poor old Nellie met with a terrible fate.
She was cremated, and ashes put in an urn
The bars proudly displayed it, each took a turn
And at the end of the night they'd raise a glass
To toast ol' Nellie that 'sweet' smelling lass.
Written 9th June 2022.
HAVEN INTRO.
*I am a lover of vampire stories and movies. So, I have decided to try it on for size,
and create a free verse series, on my own conjuring Vamp love story…Hope you
enjoy!! ~Miranda~
NOTE: a new chapter will be added once a week, stay tuned!
Aberration defines this creature
He walks among us all
Although he blends quite well
Is only seen at nightfall…
>“Master DeRay, I’ve found doubt in myself,”
Says Tate, in cold confusion
“My eyes beheld a beauty, her blood…
Smelled so luxurious, I WANTED IT,
I YEARNED for it, but some urge against myself
Restricted me from her taste…”
His mind pondered his words- he uttered slowly,
“…as if she was favored against me.”
DeRay alarmed, sifted swiftly toward Tate
Face so filled with hatred
Scornful looks, that could pierce Tate’s granite form.
“So you’ve been consumed by infatuation, eh…”
Words like venom from the tongue
“An ignited flame in the devil him self:
The enchanter has been enchanted.
Have you reached the un-dead senile age?”
DeRay belted a screech of laughter
From the pit of his empty stomach…
“Ah, but the strong finds his weakness…
After 335 long years…
What do you propose I do with you now?”
Tate leans closer, his eyes a twisted noir
“ What do you wish...master…brother?”
A taunt towards DeRay, as he whispers the reply,
“ Leave me Tate, I ban you from this court,
If I see you again, you know I must
Bring your everlasting life to it’s end”
Tate shot a saddened glare
Which brought shivers to DeRay’s spine
“I will not stand below you DeRay,
Your power, Is an equal to mine. Just as you say
We can’t feel, yet I do,
I will show you we can live without
The need to kill.”
DeRay turns to respond,
But, Tate obeyed his will.
A young woman he seeks.
An un-beating heart fulfilled….<
NEXT****Chapter 1: Miss Raliegh Eila Beydritch
Est. submit date: 3/18/2011 6 pm
The Green Silk Dress
Eons back in time, was a tall maiden fair
A long pair of legs and equally long blond hair.
A green silk dress, she once did espy
The colour would pick the green out in her eyes.
Daily she traveled to the emporium so grand,
She gazed in the window from where she did stand.
The dress was a symbol of all her wants and desires
The size correct, the colour perfection, her gaze did not tire
The bus journey she undertook to see this perfect creation
Desperate to try it on, but the thrill was the anticipation.
It called to her soul, day and night she shed tears
Because the dress she knew may only magnify her fears
The low cut neck, on the silk sleeveless floating gown
Would fit and cling, and make many turn around.
Eyes would follow, people would admire
The tall blonde girl in green silk, would set many a man on fire.
The day came when she turned up to look,
The sale was made the receipt in the book.
The dress was now gone from the naked manikin
Hers dreams were gone, though they did not begin…
No silk dress to bring out the colour in her eyes,
No clinging fabric her curves to emphasise.
With the loss of her dress her dream did die too
Returning home sadly, her countenance now blue.
With tears in her eyes, she had turned and left dazed
Never again would she stand there and lovingly gaze.
Life passed her by and her one funny regret
Was never to step though the door, and try in and yet…
It taught her a lesson she was ready to learn...
Regrets are plenty, when for something you yearn
Sometimes one needs to step through that door
It may be the one thing you have been searching for...
It may have turned out that the dress did not fit,
The colour may not have suited, or it pinched a little bit.
But one thing for sure she will now never know
Because she did not have the courage-to give it a go…
© 7/10/2012
I spied it in the window, wasn’t very plain to see
Cos the glass was very mucky, the price I cannot read
Tentatively went into the shop, was dark couldn’t see the way
The man was old and bent, I hesitantly asked to see the tray
It was a lovely emerald, green as the grass at home
Looked longing at it, wishing it was my own
The old man said try it on I smiled and did as I was told
Fitted as though made for me, wish I could mark it as sold
He said looking at me, your eyes match this lovely stone
Belonged to my dear wife she would love you to call it your own
I said I couldn’t afford it, he said there is a way
Would you call in each evening cook me a meal to pay
For the last 6 months I have done that also cleaned the place some
Looks a better place to live and work, it now feels more like home
“No one could ever paint a too wonderful picture of my heart or God.”
~ Attributed to Hafiz
The fruit has a jungle
Of apes who may taste it
The ring has ten fingers
Who may try it on
The keg has a barful
Of bards who may tap it
Their tongues warmed to poems
Until it’s all gone
Her legs have a street
Of admiring strangers
Her mind has dream visions
Of hawk grouse or dove
She has sprightly billions
Of fellow space travelers
Who may cross paths with her
And share with her love
~ Thanks Always Returns
The worst kind of loyalty, is often
meted out blindly
It’s an entrapment, and it always
ends badly
I once thought to try it on for size
But I couldn’t afford its high price
I found it made a rather merciless
and relentlessly evil master
Pushes its ardent fans, with all the strength it can muster
Under its spell they are suddenly rendered senseless
It appears they deem common sense as rather useless
Happy to replace it with a pair of blinkers in the end
Soon tunnel vision sets in, to mess with the head
Goes ahead and trades in all logic for herd mentality
That stubbornly refuses to face reality
Pretends to honour patriotic duty with such fake regality
Yet another crafty way to justify injustice
And satisfy the lust for collective prejudice
In the end it's bound to kill a nation's rich heritage
as moral decay spreads down each lineage
A fruitful legacy lost just to appease entitlement
And blissful ignorance relished as divertissement
Such a waste and a steep decline to self sabotage
It's a tragedy within a mixed media collage
A strange reality where biased perceptions are well renowned
In a world where critical thinking has long since been renounced
The eyeglass store’s brand new; it moved
From just across the street.
The stock is current, fresh and cool;
Displays are nice and neat.
But unlike some establishments,
Its style is from the past.
The frames are under lock and key,
Although the choice is vast.
So every time I saw one
I’d consider for myself,
A store employee with a key’d
Unlock the drawer or shelf.
He’d watch me as I’d try it on
And wait for my decision.
My interest waned beneath the weight
Of constant supervision.
In other shops the customer
Is left to his devices
To try on every single pair
That possibly entices.
I left the store with my old glasses
Perched upon my face.
My search will now continue
At a far more trusting place.
If I win, I will put my bikini in my bin, I will go for to romp promptly.
If I fly to my gritty city, I will fry, but I will not cry.
If I win, I will cling to my kitty
I will bring my roll on, or I will pong.
I took it not to prolong my pong.
I will try it on; I knit for my Witty Kitty,
Kitty I will not cry, for you I will try,
To buy you promptly, but not too quick
I will not buy you fowl nor cock to boil,
Look for you Kitty, bonito, no colic.
You will fill your cocky colon, my bionic witty Kitty.
Bonito, not wing of cock, I will bring from my city.
I try for you, my own witty Kit.
I try to work on your colon, now you know it.
I try not to prolong your locomotion you know
Not in circumlocution I go.
To zip it up now I put it into motion.
My Kitty, My bikini, I will put in my bin.
The Verbose South Street Suit Salesman
I’ve been around, Mac
I’m sharp as a tack and I can keep track
Of 200 suits hung neat on the rack
What colors we have and even the black
It’s also a fact that I’ve got a knack
For what ties to use when business is slack
I can pick out the shirt to go with the tie
To wear with the suit and pick out the shoes
To go over the socks with the color I choose
Come here, young man, you’ve got nothing to lose
What’s your name, well hi there, Clem
You short on cash, here’s an ATM
for 100 bucks, this jacket will fit you like a glove
This design was created as an act of love
Try it on, go ahead, now don’t you look great
I swear it’s like bait to get you a date
But you must buy this tie to complete the match
When you walk out the door, you’ll be quite a catch
Now go see Luigi, he’ll measure you up
There’s shirts in that corner and belts over there
Get rid of those shoes you want wing tips to wear
Here’s my card, just mention my name
I’ll slip you a shirt if you bring someone here
Until I see you again, always dress well
Those jeans are for hayseeds , they don’t ring a bell
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August 31, 2017
'Twas the night before Christmas and I still needed to buy gifts,
work was almost over, as I waited for the change of shifts.
I decided to take a drive over to Tiffany’s, where a girl can dream,
and admire the fancy diamond rings that sparkle and gleam.
I arrived at the store, it was a crowded and busy night.
I soon spotted my dream ring, oh, what a beautiful sight!
I asked if I could try it on my right-hand ring finger.
It was spectacular, and I left it on a moment to linger.
Suddenly, the store lights went out and it was all black,
and then I heard screaming and knew it was a heist attack.
Men with head lights and socks over their faces soon appeared.
I quickly escaped and ran out of the store, frightened and scared.
I called 911 as I flagged down a policeman down the street.
I was so out of breath and overwhelmed I could barely speak.
After reporting to the officer, I ran to my car and started to drive,
I arrived home and let out a sigh, so happy I made it out alive.
I sat on the couch trying to relax, looked down and saw the ring.
Oh my god, it was the expensive tiffany ring with all the bling!
I started to panic, it was not my intent to have stolen it from the store.
I was petrified I would be arrested and ruin my reputation or more.
I called the police to report I accidentally still had Tiffany’s store ring.
I explained that it was not my intent to steal any fancy store bling.
He said, "Tiffany’s manager was so grateful that someone quickly called,
the police were able to quickly intervene, and the jewelry heist was stalled."
The next day I drove over to the store, and felt so upset, I started to cry,
the manager gave me a hug, and said, "no worries ", as I let out a sigh.
He said," we have decided to give you a heroic gift for saving our store,
and said you can keep your beautiful ring as we owe you so much more!"
I decided to buy my family gift cards for Christmas this year,
and wanted a break from the stores as I was still reeling with fear.
I went to my Family’s Christmas party and as I entered through the door,
I heard gasps as they all ran over to see my new sparkling gift I adore!
I bought a bag on holiday
Deep red
Gorgeous
Stylish and petite
Neat
I couldn't wait to use
Then I realised
I had no matching shoes
Whats a girl to do
Without the matching shoe
Throw conformity to the wind
Or begin a search that might never end
The hunt began
But the shoes had to match
Right colour right style
I am prepared to wait a while
Time passed by
I was beginning to despair
Would I ever get my matching pair
Then one day out of the blue
I see the matching shoe
On a shelf all alone
Beckoning me to try it on
Tentatively I put it on
Then I request the second one
Will this be a success
Have I found the matching shoes
Or am I going to get the blues
No blues for me
Yes they are the one
Now I am ready to stun
My epic journey is over
Treasure found
Happiness all around
My red shoes
One of life's true pleasures
Is cream corn from a can
Hot or cold it matters not
I'm just a great big fan
I have it with potatoes
Or I spread it on my toast
As topping for my sundae
I love this way the most
People stare and say aloud
“That seems a little weird”
If you've never ever tried it
It's tastier than it appears
I'm really quite a simple dude
Don't need expensive stuff
A dozens cans of yellow gold
That might be just enough!
To satisfy this hungry dude
For a day or two or five
Can't stop this lustful craving
Think I'll try it on apple pie!
© Jack Ellison 2013