Si una dirección para tocar glissando
los embrates del amor
de la musica
puso uno a novia
la seda francesa
le calla musica
el bife!
el bife!
un broche de diamantras
a par como casi
pero en realidad
The embarrassments of love
of music
one gave a girlfriend
French silk
The steak!
The steak!
A diamond brooch
Qué es más asombroso que tales obligaciones, lo que debemos hacer? Para remediar la tensión del hambre.A la hoja de laurel en tal.
Retire la hoja de laurel.que hermosa musica.
Bailaremos esta noche si no llueve.
Almost even
But in reality
music silences him
Written By:Leon Wade and Terry Callie
Two Guys listening to the song discussing
the catsup stain on the woman's blouses.
No te importan las dells(feminine)
No te importan los dells
Categories:
blouses, character, cool, culture, music,
Form: Ballad
My closet is filled with beautiful clothes
Blouses in pinks, oranges, blues
Dresses in turquoises, golds, silvers
Fluffy fake fur coats in black, white and gray
I adore colors, patterns and textures.
Loving paisleys, zigzags, multi-patterned clothes
Not as fond of polka dots or stripes
Too symmetrical
I prefer clothing that looks like it was designed by
Klee, Miro and Dali
I am an artist; it is in my nature to be lop-sided.
Categories:
blouses, art,
Form: Free verse
she was a diva, loving her necklaces and low-cut blouses
not a church woman, a beach-loving hippie with freckled skin
if she took a liking to you, you became part of her tribe
if not, you would never see her again.
She has had hardships, heartaches, and ounces of doom.
Burdens no one with them, looking for the world’s daisies
Categories:
blouses, woman,
Form: Free verse
my closet defines my soul . . .
it is me
love anything vintage
in blouses, dresses, jackets
my own whimsical style . . .
in lovely soft materials
pretty floral patterns
oh, divine are vintage black shoes and boots
purses and accessories
like earrings, necklaces, and bracelets
and lets not forget lace
gosh, so sublime is the touch
inherited most of my collection
from great-grandma and grandma
treasures from the past
that suit where I am in life
but, I am always on the search for vintage
clothing in thrift shops
to find
soft, delicate, feminine, lovely
mysterious things
Categories:
blouses, me,
Form: Free verse
Orange floods the western skies
Blue the color of your eyes
Yellow bringing thoughts to mind
Of blouses and blankets, of dreams in kind
Of chairs for one that contain two
Of passions and pleasures I'll share with you
Of daydreams with hopes that one day will be
As real as the sunset I currently see
To hold you and kiss you, unabashed and unhid
To gaze on your beauty with sight so limpid
To erase the distance right now that's soooo far
To love and appreciate all who you are
A snowstorm a winter has not before seen
Come now my love and let us convene
The moment we've waited for soon will arrive
My long since gone springtime has now been revived
Categories:
blouses, for her, i love
Form: Rhyme
The bizarre scene when Earth has been pressured
And on Richter Scales this can be measured:
When the immovable readily quake,
Not a single hard rock failing to shake…
A punishment too familiar to Japan
At a period hitting her like a pan.
Often her feared National Tragedy
She’d kept devising a ‘Stop Strategy!
How preventable it was ‘Quite Doubtful!
Whenever it struck whisky a mouthful…
The matched with Virulent Epidemic,
Cruelest act of God to Academic:
Wars orchestrated by commando…
Habitations could look like Dog’s Breakfast,
High Death Tolls asking for Religious Fast:
No longer wise raising brick houses,
Better rooms as light as today’s blouses…
Not a thing she could contain with Judos;
The day Judo does, by all means Kudos…
Categories:
blouses, creation, earth, fear, gothic,
Form: Rhyme
Great stars are being watched in packed houses,
Many of the shirts without blouses…
Someone has been doing a clean count,
Of it hoping to give an account
Soon, another shirt strides in: Raymond,
Off showing his ring: a diamond
‘‘If Grace ever shows in pigs might fly!”
Raymond, sure Grace will not, smiles the sly.
But – Gosh – he fears he’ll meet Jenny
Known to turn up like a bad penny.
With quick-to-melt Ruby not a bond,
Save that they’d been of each other fond.
Raymond’s diamond for the New Angel
He’ll go out with and not land in jail…
Why Jenny should turn up does not know
But how so nice letting ones lies grow!
Categories:
blouses, allusion, character, love, lust,
Form: Rhyme
The little ghost loved the washer, so much, he could not get enough.
He liked tumbling in suds among sweaters, blouses and stuff.
You can enjoy it all day, his mother said. I know you like to be clean.
But make yourself invisible, so you will not be noticed or seen.
Categories:
blouses, 1st grade, 2nd grade,
Form: Rhyme
To hunt with a full stomach
To bite into the neck of the smaller
Without hunger
Fangs clamped to the back of her neck
Her face
Devoured crumpled paper
Spit up
Re-smoothed to creases
Eyes nose mouth map
Her splintered village
Smoldering
Over her shoulder
Shreds of scarves blouses skirts
Blown to the astonished charred limbs
Of her bare front yard tree
As if the widow should believe
The willow was filled with colorful songbirds
She is lifted by Ukrainian neighbors
To an evacuation bus
The stare in her eyes
To you camera Master
That of a lame animal
About to be put down
She has but two items
After a century
The wheelchair she was locked in
And the orange and white cat
That sat in her lap
Meowing
To the crowd
With a name that escapes us all.
Categories:
blouses, cat, death, evil, grief,
Form: Free verse
At the zoo, at the primate houses,
their ire, at the watchers, arouses.
Before it’s all through,
they’re hurling their poo,
And sometimes it gets on their blouses.
Categories:
blouses, sometimes,
Form: Limerick
Oh Julia, Julia Hartley-Brewer,
I touched her knee when I hardly knew her.
A punch was threatened in my face
And in due course I fell from grace.
On Question Time her face occurred,
I hung upon Julia’s every word,
Her eyes emit intentions amorous,
Her knees quite hidden from those cameras.
I dreamt of her in see-through blouses,
Sliding fingers down my trousers,
A voice so forceful yet hypnotic,
At once commanding and erotic.
I strove to erase her from my mind
But my confidence was undermined,
I was so ashamed that I shed a tear
And terminated my career.
Oh Julia, Julia Hartley-Brewer,
I touched her knee when I hardly knew her.
A punch was threatened in my face
And in due course I fell from grace.
Categories:
blouses, addiction, beauty, celebrity, emotions,
Form: Rhyme
I have come to a strange town
The streets have changed their names
The roads have given ways to gigantic flyovers
The bushes have given ways to codominiums and giant one-stop shopping centres
Few pedestrians on the roads
People are housed under the roofs
They are wearing masks, spectacles, shields and bulky suits
Like astronaunts in outer space
Boutiques replaced seamstresses
Many important posts are monopolied by women
Some men start to wear no-frame spectacles, colourful blouses and do baby-sitting
People said they have a hard time
Although wealth has shifted to this town
Because the prices of commodities are soaring high
Due to the lack of workers
It has been many years before I, a stranger arrived
Categories:
blouses, change, life, time, travel,
Form: Free verse
I always considered you littered my home,
Small knickknacks adorning overcrowded shelves.
The marble statues you bought from lovely Rome,
I leave them there, a memory of ourselves.
And in gay Paris, you just went mad with joy
Those miniatures saucers, jugs and a vase,
Insisting each was her special lovely toy,
Dainty trivialities, there's no more space.
But without Limoges, can one live a true life?
She packed them carefully thus to take back home.
Porcelain I had to pay for my dear wife,
How tired I was, each elegant shop to roam.
Such charms, rings, bracelets, miniature houses
Lured by magnetic charms, earrings and pendants,
From Upim*, Milan she bought tens of blouses
At Lafayette, I waited in attendance.
She's left me with all these little ornaments
Beautiful up to a point I must admit;
Shall I cherish them for what each represents?
Give to charity or leave them in my writ?
NB Upim is a superstore in Italy.
Categories:
blouses, appreciation, memory,
Form: Rhyme
Their voices the same as I remember
Simon and Garfunkel and a simple guitar
Bringing the seventies immediately back to my mind
My hip hugger bell bottoms and embroidered blouses smile again
Their folk song brought back lava lamps and fringed jackets
I am in a van painted with fat flowers and yellow happy faces.
We are heading to Berkley to play our guitars and meet friends
People we never met before, but know are not strangers
Their voices casual and pretty, soft…..
Simon and Garfunkel, bringing back the seventies.
When we all wanted to go to California or New York.
To live our dreams, make our fortunes, and become our real selves.
I listen to the lyrics, remembering them a few seconds ahead.
Transported to a different world, a different time,
Seeing the peace signs and the beaded doorways.
Wanting to press the metal and get out of the Midwest.
I let their song take me back…..
Categories:
blouses, music,
Form: Verse
tasty
French
accompanies
Swiss
in
fondue...
paint
town
red
When
poetry
rides ...
sparkling
verses
pearls
infinitely
Emily
sprinkle ...
Sweets
roses
mangoes
hidden
under
blouses ...
eyes
sources
perennials
waters
impressive
solemnity ...
Strong
poetic
expression
written
tombstone
coldness...
Categories:
blouses, allegory, allusion, analogy, creation,
Form: Free verse
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