it was our special song
the first note launches instant time travel
warm memories flood my mind
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
petite rhinestone buttons from the forties
buttoning up the back of a size zero blouse
it appears to be chiffon, sheer, classy, chic
Old Hollywood glamour, but who can wear it?
No one in this family; I want those buttons
But dare I deface this gorgeous garment?
Because I loved you, I let you
Underneath my
Tough layers through to the
Tender parts of my heart. The
Oath I gave was
Never designed to
Sanction you to hurt me.
she opens her chest drawer
a button shines
she unhangs her coat
slacks it off cold wire shoulders
a button gone
lost in rain or rage
or lusting tussles
neither remembers anymore
she grips a needle
a thread follows behind
attaching a new fastener
to an old flap of jacket
she puts on the coat
models the mismatching
spins in front of a familiar mirror
watches herself
walks out a door
she never walks back in
I thought buttons were born but to fasten,
Or if not, as added frill to fashion,
But not those on coat-sleeve—
They were placed there to peeve,
To teach a wiping nose a sure lesson!
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Happenings |10.06.2023| humour
Poet’s note: Buttons on coat sleeves is a fashion today. But that was not the purpose why they were fixed there long back. Napoleon’s forces, exposed to cold, when started wiping noses with coat sleeves, he was annoyed and had buttons fixed on sleeves making it uncomfortable to wipe nose. Yea, these buttons were not for fastening, nor for fashion.
Afternoons in winter;
When the hours seemed to drag,
Were always made more bearable
With grandma's button bag.
The sound is unmistakable,
The rattle, ting and clunk,
Of the decades of collected
Baubles, buckles, coins and junk.
Each button tells a story,
Where and when it was acquired,
Those cut off coats and dresses,
Mary years before admired.
The bag is full of memories
Stories from the past,
So we pass them to our children
In the hope nostalgia lasts.
Threads of gold rays stitch the morning with buttons of light on quilted clouds.
5/28/22
it is the notion that seals closed our thoughts and emotions at the end of the day.
So You wanna push my buttons,
Which one will you press next?
Advise you not to do it and when
I’m really stressed…
For I don’t know all my buttons
Hence a clear forewarning-
You may find to push my buttons
Will bring great pain or even mourning.
Know you wanna to do it;
Your itch- you can’t refrain,
Though pushing one mere button,
Could hurl a hurricane.
You wanna push my buttons;
A wanna-be-pervert,
Try to shed a tear
You don’t wanna truly hurt.
Much variety of feelings
Think Think I’m not no toy,
Just try and push my buttons
Then you I may destroy.
Oh I see you have some buttons too
Nowhere near as many as me,
Let’s just leave them to be buttons
Buttons, Leave them be.
Rata Tat Tat
Write, write, write, tap, tap, tap,
goes these buttons when I type.
If it wasn't for Grammarly's site,
these words would be a frights delight.
Tap, tap, tap, of these things,
I would like to say.
Rata tat, tat, was a sound that I heard.
Should I think of this being wrong to write,
or was it just a word that I typed?
It's not like me to write,
poetic's into song, should I be right?
Write, write, write,
or was it that,
I come out being strong in word-play?
Should I wonder what my audience thinks,
did I write this being so wrong to write?
At work
God
Shutting down work places
All working from home
Non to beg back belly buttons for noses
Coronavirus!
They put us all in the institution
And threw away the key
They say there's no more constitution
And freedom isn't free
The voting machines have infections
They won't tabulate the votes
Russia's running the election
With the buttons on their remote
The senate does nothing at all
To stop the runaway train
The writing's on the wall
Can you feel the pain
When the smoke has cleared
And all the babes stop crying
It will seem so weird
To know that freedom's dying
5-3-19
I caught a glimpse of myself in the sideview mirror.
My eyes were replaced by two large black buttons,
similar to the ones on my father's outdated overcoat.
BUTTONS
Buttons fashions
Part of my covering
Like in passions
I need fastening
coverings
I cover up
BY ANY MEANS NESSCIARY
Because of sin nature humans were embarrassed
Led the first man to kill for covering
sewn....
I zip up
coverings
snap up
body off shown
Be it shirts, pants, dress or shoes
coverings
I cover up by fastening all of them with...
Buttons
05/15/18
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
2018©
I know of a gentle young lady,
who told of a mystery,
that's ancient and bold, a myth of old,
so curious to people like me.
This amiable lass,
a woman of class,
and violet hair to boot,
laid eyes on me,
my naked belly,
and proclaimed with exuberant fact,
"Did you know you've a deep belly-button,
a cavern as deep as the sea?"
and then she said,
straight from her head,
something I couldn't conceive.
People like me,
with this bantam innie,
are deep creatures emotion-ally.
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