Buttoned Down Poems - Poems about Buttoned Down

... Is dance a metaphor for sex? You’d think so if you knew my ex (at least the barflies all believe she’s hoarding something up her sleeve). But what makes people want to dance? An aural frenzy? ......

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...Please help yarn hexed door neighbor... Yours truly pinned down by invisible vestiges of coronavirus and getting attacked from angry plague of buttons, plus huge spools of yarn grossly misto......

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...He walks towards her in a cold winter’s day with his buttoned-down shirt and expensive blue jeans. He doesn’t waste time as he whispers to her: “You have the most beautiful eyes that I’ve ever see......

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...we are creatures of... a time lapse that digest only in fractions... about 1/14rh of each second while 13/14ths escape us... with respect cause and effects we love the curiosity of cats b......

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...Red letter days give birth to each other like pregnant goldfish. Once again the red circled hides its face on the far side of the fridge. Dates clog the cyclic notches on my prayer wheel o......

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...Pray for us St. Mushroom of the Holy Sin Keep our fingers free from sticky things And safe from anxiety of the open hole In the middle of the doughnut where it belongs Deliver us twelve of them ......

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...November 6th 2018 - election day Later today after all votes get cast post final countdown, the winning candidates ought to be known way before break fast cometh on the l......

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...Bright red clouds in their pastel pastures Sky so vividly aligned along the shadow blue Solid ghosts against the heavens Stretch on the light of morning dawn Through that which seems like ocean s......

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...I prefer my home and family buttoned down rather than too wild and disorderly, disheveled and irrational. I prefer natural order and shades of color and dialects and economic/political vocati......

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...She was looking my way, I had nothing to say, Though I'd dreamed that this day would transpire; With her beaux all around, why would she look at me With such interest and playful desire? She wa......

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...They would watch, with wild amusement, as chubby little hands worked furiously, struggling with each button. Tiny, unskilled fingers loosening, gnawing at them, until the last one was free. She would......

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...THE ALARM CLOCK GOES OFF ANOTHER DAY I AM UP QUICK SHOWER COFFEE TOAST AND EGG TWO TYLENOL BLUE BUTTONED-DOWN SHIRT NEW BLUE AND RED STRIPPED TIE BRIEFCASE AND KEYS MEETINGS AND PHONE CALLS LUNCH WI......

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...Buttoned up to the neck Forget about me, forget about everything You say I'm so "up tight" I can't come "unglued" Well pardon me for being twenty-three But living has become something of a necessity ......

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