Mystery Clothes Poems

Broken Beauty

By Mark D. Stucky
Glamour is a hollow, shiny shell,
a rapid, pretty paint job
on an insubstantial surface,
that alluringly promises much
but never satisfies the hunger.

True human...

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He had the weirdest-ever haircut
    And rode a mare that couldn't trot
  Said car mirrors had blind spots
   ...

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the sodium arc light hums 
into the frosted night
Bathing all in acidic 
sickly amber that of a toxic wound, 
splashing through the skeletal trees 

the...

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Living in a house very old,  
it was always drafty and cold.  
Metal stairs to the basement lead,  
from an old pirate's...

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Timendi causa est nescire (Ignorance is the cause of fear).
– Seneca


About two thousand years ago,
when Quintilianus said it
(at least, that’s who gets the credit),
his paradigm...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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The Unknown Woman in the black dress
Her blonde hair laying over her shoulder
The dress complimented her tan, toned legs
Her black heels with bling on her...

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When I was young I cleaned my socks
One got knocked off while making merry
One got lost at the Happy laundry or mat 
Somewhere between the...

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that i might love as
lovers do
and make woman want and need me
then they shall stand before me
to be mine
the need of belonging
the soughted bare
thus must...

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covers barren land                      ...

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Fancy Dress

You could;

Come as an Indian Chief
Or perhaps a Downhill Skier?
Come as a Jewel Thief
Or a red nose Reindeer
Come as a Grizzly Bear
Or a puppet...

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Who Wants to Play....

Inside Out is the New Fashion.....

Nothing hidden will dress the day

Character is flawless in His debonair 

Strikingly tailored manners 

Ironed distinctions solidify...

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Khaki pants fell down a well somewhere
We don't know where
We are not mapologists
It was deep, dry and empty but no longer
As stated, the pants are...

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What's up with dry cleaners 
What is it that they do 
They're using nothing wet
What's this potion they use
Take our clothes to the back
Come back...

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Black Bird
Sitting on a wire
Why is your back turned towards me?
Do you wish to hide the intelligence of your eyes,
or do you wish to create...

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