Places Clothes Poems

They are my lucky pants, they come with me wherever 
They are my lucky pants, we will always be together 
They are navy blue nylon,...

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He wasn't beside himself.
He was inside himself.

He wasn't all for himself.
He was taking care of others.

He wasn't into himself.
He was all for you.

He loved you...

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First conservative People who do not tolerate criticism against religion.
Second liberal People who support the freedom of expression.
Third hypocrite People who can't tolerate criticism against...

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I had a sweater
By Richard Rix

I had a sweater
Made from all the colors I know
From family red to traveling green 
And a future yellow that...

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Harmless guest


Underneath Zoom chair
Some small creature fleeing in confusion

Ah ha, a brown lizard, harmless four-legged guest

Hiding and scared, aren’t you?
So am I
Please do not visit...

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He became cold,

advantageous amp-

...ready endearment. 

steady slow.

.storage hiatus. 

!styled simple storage study.

!=your inertia....

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Clive’s wife is out of town for the evening
so he doesn’t have a second to lose
Feeling his excitement rising 
he nervously places his first order


The...

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Hmm l smell it /
Hmm l smell it 
Over here 
Now over there
Even as we wiggle
Then try to mingle
Along Goughzou lane
Moving all up
To Vicky’s place
Chatting...

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HER SKIN PRODUCED OILS
THAT WERE LIKE EXTACTIONS
OF THE LAVBER PLANT.

HER SKIN.
HER TONE,
 WAS AS HONEY
AND HER LOVE TASTED AS SWEET.
I WOULD HAVE HOLIDAY
WITH HER BECAUSE...

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There’s a party tonight so I bouffe up my hair
Pamper and powder my sweet derrière,
Arrive at the door, all done up to impress.....
Oh man, I...

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Hibernating from the spring until Autumn,
who knows where, maybe under garden heaps,
now triggered as December snowflakes come,
the single glove now rouses from it's sleep.
On pavements...

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I like clothes
Someone makes them
Another places them on a rack,
No buttons to push,
You can even take them back.
No dot coms to remember,
Or passwords to crack.
I...

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My Stuff


I use to have stuff
Lots of stuff

Stuff that I wore
proudly
Stuff that I carried around 
in my pocket stuff
Stuff that I wound
place in places
among other...

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This morning I opened my cupboard and sighed then looked for clothes to get rid of.
To remove and donate, give away and throw out, the...

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The Saviour And The Waif

Waif like she lay, half-submerged in the receding flood
Nor heat nor sun she knew in sleep,
Woken from her age-long silence,
The stony...

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