Best Wearing Poems

I am whatever you say I am 
currently I'm the eyes of the world
it's what they discovered when
daddy tied a pork chop around my neck just to get the dog to play with me
first time I menstruated, mommy said I would bleed to death,
"hemorrhage" she...

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Under a fading Celtic moon, half
a coin left over from last night, my sheep 
are feasting on pasture lush and wild 
with turkeys’ wings. A titmouse chick-a-dees 
from an oak that’s spring-fresh green. 
On hands and knees, I harvest Indian lettuce 
for a salad. Do...

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I wake to hear a robin sing
And opened wide the doors of spring!
There are gossamer glints of gladness now!
Tiny buds are wearing green

Green dresses hills, upon the brow, 
And paints the twigs of every bough
Green tiptoed in while I was sleeping.
She roused the meadows from...

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God was wearing a dress and a pinafore in my dream.
She had a bubble pipe 
She was blowing bubbles into planets
Creating the universe
God is a little girl I marveled

God continued her work
Not looking in my direction
It was okay
I am thrilled
To know her
At last...

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There was a gentle breeze on this glistening moon-filled night.
An unknown stranger in the shadow of an oak gave me a fright.
When he turned, I could see he was male, in a bit of light.
He had a nervous cough that was ungodly, not quite right.

We...

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I remember growing up,
I mean when I was very small
I was not a bad girl at all.
But Mom and Dad raised me to never speak my mind,
To be a liar if need be, to get along with humankind.

It was a boring childhood indeed.
I did not...

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What I Once Saw Dancing, Wearing No Shoes

I saw a terrifying ghost today,
apparition of the ages gone by
There was far too much sadness in its play
dancing long dark clouds in a weeping sky!

I saw a dead man dancing a fine jig,
got a headache seeing such...

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Strands of satiny pineapple fibers
From the superbly prickly pieces of leaves
Refined by the nifty naked hands
Of the great sophisticated artisans
Beyond this unequaled plant
Is a peculiar product exist
Only native Filipinos - Tagalogs can procreate
An art of aesthetic craftsmen
The fabric of my historical breed
Versatile apparel suits for...

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A hat can hide a head that's bald
Or one with unwashed hair.
It often makes the wearer feel
That he or she has flair.

Protection from the sun or rain
A hat can, too, provide.
The wind won't get to tresses
When a cap's tucked them inside.

Of late, I've started sporting...

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The importance of wearing gloves.
The importance of putting them on, just so.
The quality of this gesture shows the world
one's good breeding, set apart.

The importance of putting fingers and thumbs
into their proper place,
done poorly, there's a chance of being caught,
committing a grand faux pas that would...

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As I gaze over my valley
It is such a pretty scene.
I suspect it’s much like Ireland
With the wearing of the green.

And although she won’t be marching
In St Patrick’s big parade,
She is ready for the party
And her plans have all been made.

Dressed in various greens of...

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We were invited to a party; the theme was tarts and vicars
Though I better get in the part and get some skimpy knickers
Well I can’t go out in my ‘Bridget Jones’ drawers
If I give them a flash I wouldn't get any applause
So it’s off to...

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When the wheel of time crushed my fighting life,
the battle lost, I lay in the debris of gloomy ennui,
wondering if my vain existence was an anomaly.
I gave the novel liberty to my avant-garde mind, 
that made for me at least once a baroque mask,
I wore...

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Wearing sunglasses
He wants me to find
The sunglasses...

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Check your closets and your drawers;
Summer's end is almost here.
Labor Day’s the signal
Certain clothes must disappear.

For we know the custom dictates
That this holiday’s approach
Means that if you’re still in flip-flops,
You’ll be viewed with some reproach.

And whoever wrote the rule book
Felt that he or she was...

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