Best Tuxes Poems
Debutantes with secret lives of crimson
could drink and smoke much more than anyone,
dressed in ivory postbellum fashion
sable coats, charcoal tuxes by the ton.
In and out of shadows obsidian
debs and escorts waltzed like porcelain toys,
social ceremony called cotillion
guarantee of attention from the boys.
Ash of Roses with absinthe leaves bouquet
trembling soft in their clutching white gloved hand.
A graceful bow one Midnight moon in May
and honored parents thought the time was grand.
Cerulean flashes blinded young eyes
in days when truth was buried with disguise.
10/17/17
Ash of Roses Absinthe Cerulean Charcoal Crimson Ivory Obsidian Porcelain Sable Smoke
Midnight Romance Contest
Categories:
tuxes, culture, dance, daughter,
Form:
Sonnet
The highest of the class with lots of flowing cash,
with gorgeous eveningball gowns and tuxes with the sash.
They come to drink and dance the night away,
And no one goes home till they see the light of day.
The expensive luxurious cars that come and go,
traveling miles from a distance to get to the show.
The men watch and admire the women on the sly,
as the ladies sashay across the room to catch a wondering eye.
The horns start to blowin and the base gets to bumpin,
And shortly after that this joint starts to jumpin.
The men grab the ladies hands and lead them to the stage,
and before you know it everyone's dancing up the latest rage.
The ladies stay cute and the men stay cool,
never lose your cool that's the golden rule.
Dancing up a storm all to the latest hits,
Now that's what's known as Puttin On The Ritz.
By: Gwen B Mason Gibbs
9/5/15
Categories:
tuxes, class, cute, dance, fun,
Form:
Rhyme
An Unwelcome Surprise at the Family Reunion
By Elton Camp
“We certainly do hope that all his descendents will choose
To attend the reunion of the family of Grandfather Hughes.”
The newspaper announced the gathering’s time & location
To recall and praise a man so distinguished, with admiration
Grandfather has been a prominent and wealthy physician
Who had all that was expected of a man in his position
He and Grandmother resided in a most imposing estate
They were tended by maids, butlers and servants galore
For an honored ancestor they couldn’t really ask for more
But I must admit that most relatives looked down their nose
At those who didn’t have, as a noble ancestor, one of those
For snobs to say, “Of course you know that I am a Hughes”
Was a request for deference that very few would dare refuse
The family gathering began in the ballroom of the finest hotel
Men with tuxes and women in long dresses, looking so swell
All, their professions, wealth and accomplishments did mention
To inspire jealously with pretentiousness was their intention
At that moment, a family of blacks walked through the door
Their very presence the Hughes family did quite openly abhor
“It is obvious that you people made a mistake in coming here.
The service entrance for menial hotel workers is in the rear.”
“You mean this here ain’t the Hughes family’s big meeting?
I thought it was high time that my relatives I was greeting.”
Through the room gasps and expressions of outrage spread
Two fine ladies fainted away almost as if they were dead
The oldest Hughes came over and quietly grasped his arm
“Let me show you out so that the reunion you don’t alarm.
Your mistake is natural and it’s not any cause for blame.
Many unrelated people actually will share the same name.”
“No, no this is the place I meant to come I definitely know.”
The black man then extended his hand and called him “bro”
“You are mistaken man, for it is clear that you are a spade.”
“Only partly, bro. My father was from Mr. Hughes’ maid.”
Because of that, the reunion was never held any more
The Hughes clan felt it couldn’t be as it had been before
Bigotry was proved stronger than family ties that way
At least that is what all others in town did laugh and say
Categories:
tuxes, family, family, people, grandmother,
Form:
Rhyme
Got the letter in the mail, Highschool reunion, will you be there? I thought and talked to myself, if I went who would care? Memories of that old school, Algebra, Spanish teachers I could never fool, Boys with pimples and girls with long hair, Dresses on prom night with the shoulders bare, Young fellows in blue tuxes trying to be men. I wondered ( chuckled) had their long hair come to an end? Football games and snobby cheerleaders, now with kids and probably bing eaters. Stealing cigarettes from mom, grounded on the big weekend Vietnam and burn your bra, Bettlemania, me strumming my guitar. 156? and just a few friends. Where were they all now, where had they all been. That was all gone, it came to an end. I put the paper in the shredder. I didn’t need them then and I don’t need them now! P.s. I wonder where those old bell bottoms are, oh, well!!
Categories:
tuxes, school,
Form:
Free verse
I’ve seen the Golden Globe awards,
The People’s Choice, the SAG,
Which lets us know, for Oscar night,
Which prize is in the bag.
The only one real obvious,
Consensus is a factor,
Is Lincoln’s star, Day-Lewis,
Who’s a shoo-in for best actor.
The rest are up for grabs, I guess,
With choices to compare;
The question is, at this late date,
If anyone could care.
We’ve watched the actors strut their stuff,
With glamour gowns galore,
Or tuxes, as the case may be,
But it’s been done before.
The Oscars show, once all the rage,
In sequence comes in last.
We’ve heard the speeches, seen the tears
And all that hype has passed.
Of course, I’ll watch the show tonight,
‘Cause that’s what people do;
Though why we care about these things,
I haven’t got a clue.
Categories:
tuxes, art,
Form:
Rhyme
Alabaster staircase framing chandeliers
Picassos, Renoirs, Van Goghs lining the walls
Marble floors, dazzling in the starlight
Polished perfection staging the Night
Dainties, delicacies, tray after tray
Sweetmeats, exotic fruits, more on the way
Debonair men in their tuxes emerge from limousines
Women goddesses wear sequined gowns, leggy queens
Playboys, playgirls of the Riviera making the scene
Jealousy left wondering what it all means
Categories:
tuxes, beautiful, celebration, jealousy, money,
Form:
Couplet
We all had homemade dresses for prom; well, nearly all of us.
This was back in 1970 while black and white Viet Nam War photos were on TV
Every night, we saw such sadness.
Prom was a reminder of childhood.
Back to the Bibbity Bobbity Boo of Cinderella.
We girls were wearing empire waist dresses.
It was the style, little bows at the top of our hair.
We were fancy poodles, primping in our two inch heels.
Not high ones like our mothers. We had already fallen off those.
Traded in our hip hugger bell bottoms that magical night
For dresses in chiffon, polished cotton, and satins.
We were so shiny, it is a miracle a murder of crows did not carry us off.
The boys had on their best suits; not tuxes.
We were in a small Iowa farm town.
Many of the couples would marry two weeks later after graduation.
I remember how hard the junior class worked to make it beautiful for us.
There were tin foil stars and crepe paper streamers everywhere.
A strobe light, and music piped in from the folk heroes of the time.
Peter Paul and Mary, Mama Cass, Simon and Garfunkel.
Sometimes a song by Cher or Bette Midler but not as often.
The food was fantastic. The company wonderful.
Our first semi-formal dinner. I have never forgotten it.
In one way it was like middle school which we called junior high.
The boys stood around talking and laughing, and the girls danced like mad.
It was such an innocent and fun time! Taking the Viet Nam War,
And the assassinations of John F. Kennedy, Robert Kennedy and Dr. Martin Luther King
Out of our minds for one magical bibbity bobbity boo night.
May 1970. A memory that uplifts me to this day.
The last time I spoke to some of my classmates.
As a few were sent to Viet Nam after graduation never to return.
Categories:
tuxes, 12th grade, memory, nostalgia,
Form:
Lyric
I was trying to be fair
Hiding all my fragile tears
From a man who didn't seem
To notice all my future dreams
Magazines of pretty brides
Tuxes, suits, and fancy ties
Romantic movies on date night
Love songs playing in the night
Pointing out rings in the store
A man I will always adore
Oblivious to all I want
Even though I've tried to flaunt
Signs on front of his blind eyes
That I want our heartstrings tied
Together for now and always
Maybe adding extra foreplay
Will entice him to begin
A day of really noticing
We were meant for one another
When he's near I start to shudder
With excitement and the joy
Knowing he's my sexy boy
Even though my wedding day
Seemed to never come my way
Until one morning he was there
In his eyes were lots of tears
With a ring and bended knee
He took my hand so shakily
A timid voice and loving speech
Now were lying on the beach
This honeymoon will always last
The hints I gave him in the past
Joined us forever till the end
We'll always be best of friends
Categories:
tuxes, love, marriage,
Form:
Rhyme
Getting ready for a wedding
It's the hardest thing to do
One minute you're feeling happy
The next, you're all unglued
The wedding cake, the flowers
You're trying to find the best
In all the uproar and excitement
You've forgotten your favorite guest
The tuxes and the dresses
What color will they be
The depression of choosing
But, the decision is up to me
The guest book, announcements and
Finding the right address
To having a nice wedding
You will want God to bless
So, yes, I'm not ready
To have this special day
So, make sure you think of me
Whenever you begin to pray
Categories:
tuxes, love, wedding,
Form:
Quatrain
How do you do?
Would you like to dance?
Just take my gloved hand
And fall into my trance.
Questions apon questions
Of who you may be.
But don't say a word
Romance is a mystery.
Tuxes and gowns and elegancies
Masks and secrets and delicacies.
Champagne and laughter and ballroom dances
Untold lives and tales and one-last chances.
Out of the clear and into the blur
Don't know if it is she or her.
A feathered mask on fate's face
Only at the masquerade.
Categories:
tuxes, mystery, romance,
Form:
Rhyme
i dont know much about him
but i heard he wasnt talkative
he didnt like being alive
he was numb to all the stuff he had seen
i heard he didnt like anything green
he ate roman noodles everynight for supper
he always wore skinny jeans and black clothes
sometimes i seen him were tuxes and nice shoes
but lately he has been wearing band shirts
he wears converse shoes and uses and army bag for school
he always walks in the woods and never around town
i head hes very private
i know that he doesnt communicate throught talking only through his peoms or by lyrics from a song
i see him drawing or painting
when he tries to speak to anyone they always walk away and leave him alone
when he goes home he goes upstairs and smokes cutting himself till the blood drains from his skin
His family left him behind because he cant forget his past
sometimes he comtemplates the meaning behind his life
his favorite color is gray because his like is in black and white
hes not so innocent
he is someone fake
he knows of no god
his life was smashed into pieces by the giant sun
he knows of a darkest place where i usually see him lay
he crawls around in his own skin because he is disturbed
Categories:
tuxes, confusion, death, depression, life,
Form:
Lyric
Everyone wears tuxes and evening gowns
on the beach
and high heeled shoes
or highly polished winged tips
in magazines, anyway, the beautiful people.
Can you imagine walking or even trying
to walk in sand in high-heeled shoes?
Or how extra pretty your long dress
will look after it gets into wet sand?
Here they are. The ultra rich
on the cover of a prominent magazine
flaunting their evening gowns and high heels
in a beach on the sand.
This reminds me of something my cousin
told me once. You know those turkeys
on magazine covers that you look at
around Thanksgivings time?
They look perfect!
We can never get ours to look the same.
Okay. Here is the rub. Those turkeys are
PAINTED. They are RAW. Did not know that did you?
Sometimes what we see is not what is real at all.
Categories:
tuxes, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Narrative
Gentle fog
descends from the rooftops
as sleek tuxes
evening gowns
crowd the velvet rope below
Breathy sax notes
drift out to the sidewalk
through the open front door
all gravelly and clear
breakin every rule
makin it up right on the spot
soft piano and bass
behind him
just comping while he jams
Couples in line
for the second show
lean forward
to steal a listen
check their wristwatch
Drummer gets frantic
with a blast beat
on the cymbals and snare
sayin it's his turn now
then settles down
to a quick steady bounce
from the corner
of groove and feel
Banana liqueur
in a tall chilled glass
makes that long wait outside
almost worth it:
tropical refreshment
with just a hint of hibiscus
a delightfully
sweet
jazzy
kick
Categories:
tuxes, music,
Form:
Free verse
While watching the Oscars
I sit here and I think
They all look so fancy
In their tuxes and minks
These actors who make millions
Playing someone they're not
While I sit here on the couch
Envious of all that they've got
But when we dig deeper
And look past their fame
You start to realize
That we're all the same
If we could turn the camera around
And they could watch us
It is these celebrities
Who would really be jealous
Categories:
tuxes, jealousy,
Form:
ABC
Prom.
Crepe paper streamers
Glitter and fuss
Fancy dresses
Ridiculous prices
Stylish Tuxes.
New colors, to impress
Limo?
What?
It's not a wedding, people!
It's a dance,
though few will.
Most will rush around,
stiff in their clothes.
Holding their stomachs in.
Categories:
tuxes, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Free verse