Best Vests Poems

Standing before the microphone,
blank faces stare from cushioned chairs
Jewels sparkle, acting like they’re real,
while bow ties just seem sad…it happens

Marching to the beat of clicking heels,
unbuttoned vests as strange eclipsed spotlights
illumine smoke swirls in overhead rafters 
flowing from my ember’d fingertips

And my hair is a...

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Love feels like it has gone far away
She used to exist everywhere it seems
Now she hides in fear of being used up or let down

Most now, don’t even remember what she feels like

I remember long ago


Love used to have big bright colors 

lightening bugs would...

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Down past the meadow is the grand old hotel.
Where statues of marble encircle the ponds
Tall cypress line up like soldiers at arms,
saluting each limo that comes down the hill

Limousines arrive daily, like vultures of prey, 
to stop and eject their catch of the day
There is...

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The sea gulls down at Barry aren’t your average little pests 
 They think they own the sea side and the all wear hooded vests 

Their beaks are pierced with hoops and studs and drink from cans of bud .
Beady eyes watch picnics 
They truly...

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Candy floss, seaside rock, smoothies, and flags sporting
Union Jacks
Replace the old traditions of striped deckchairs 
And Kiss-Me-Quick hats.
Chipwicks for our salt and vinegar fries
And their pole-and-line freshly caught local Cod;
The Vintners Parrot: For thick sizzling steaks,
Cabernet Sauvignon, roasted hams cut high off the hog.

Grandads wearing...

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Some modern folks, when they hear his name,
will roll their eyes and look ashamed,
thinking the cowboy is uncivilized,
with his hats, and guns, and round-up rides.
That somehow they are beyond the stuff,
to good for the wild, and the rough,
following some unwritten ‘elite’ law,
suppressing the urge to...

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Quiet please dulcet winter’s wind clatter
Let sun shine, snows melt to lace, crocus be.
No howls, blinding blizzards, hail shatter,
Let land seep water and lake birds see.

I want a chiffon of lemon grass buds
and to shed sweaters and slippers and vests.
Cleanse the soot from walks with...

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Dedicated to my friend and fellow Souper, Jannie Breedt



Ocean-born wave rhythms rock their roll
    just as motions my own soul does extol
        since first we seascaped soul to soul.
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Through the eyes of one born in 1952:

1950’s TV craze
Muscle cars, blue jeans
Poodle skirts, class ring exchanges
Simple time, grandparents involved.
Girls want to be pretty, men call women girls

I Love Lucy
Topper, Loretta Young,
Show of Shows
Grandma’s house on Sundays. Grandpa’s teach skills.
Girls want to be beautiful, men...

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Watching the television
Reading the news
I ask not for your views
your case for war is farcical
Your indifference to human suffering is immoral
Yet you call yourselves men of faith and children
Of the clothe
You place your anger on vests of death and drop
Your bombs from birds like rain...

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relax release mind
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In twilight's' iridescent field I walk
On an astral-like  dimension ,   agleam
Where creatures robed in steel vests  wink and blaze--
How entranced am I by their puzzling squawk
Muttering faintly,  lenses white as chalk;
Till my body glides on a mystic  stream
To relish...

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Magazines and jewelry 
Nothing shows your age faster
I see a broach and think “That is from the 40’s or 50’s.”
Mink stoles were from the 30’s to sixty’s depending on the style.
Mushroom canister sets excite my 1970’s self.
Teenage movie magazines from the 50’s and 60’s 
are...

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Written: February 24, 2024
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Moonbeams kindle ambrosian dreams
Love evolves on auric gleams 
A gem in space, a costly pearl, a Luna
Fetching felicitous feelings, a fervid...

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When I was just a teenage lad, and growing up out west
I never wore a cowboy hat or fancy leather vests,
never put on cowboy boots or western shirts with snaps,
never wore tooled leather belts, much less a pair of chaps.

To be in style the Ivy...

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