The boy tossed the old denim shoe over a limb,
during a summer dare.
He meant to retrieve it, but forgot.
The tree kept it the way trees keep old things.
And the sparrow, small and serious,
looked at that denim hollow
and saw a home no one else imagined.
It’s the kind of story where the world
doesn’t fix what’s broken~
it simply lets something new grow inside it.
Hope floats
Perseverance
Rising above
Feet beating path like drummer
In grey concrete jungle thriving
Unaliving denim doubts
March prances along wearing green
Shamrock shirts and denim jeans
So cold one day and hot the other
I dare say like a bipolar spring lover
I dream denim poems
That shift in the silver moonlight
Keeping ideas that form
From joyful to night fright
Sometimes they are like a bonnet
Worn to keep warm my brain
Rhymes divine and sandy sonnets
And some with no formal name
Slipping into my subconscious
Like a new bride into white lingerie
With honeymoon glow upon us
Till starry night becomes sunny day
perfumed pens are spurred
by rugged men
cowboys lasso
boots and denim
Written on 17th November, 2025
for the texture of minimalist poetry contest
by Nette Onclaud
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tough for rough stuff
workwear for casual fits
rugged for donkey years
closets still store its cool warmth
twill-woven blue
white strewn over indigo
softness toughened with dye
its glory a wardrobe song
Appealing blues
Indigo skies, striking eyes
Cobalt harmonizing
Falling into glowing hues
Dazzling azure
Sturdy and fervent, breathing
strength beyond gentle songs
Tough as a lonesome cowboy
TEXTURE OF MINIMALISM: Title - Denim
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Date: 16-Nov-2025
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Old dirty blues,
Lived in and once beloved.
All that dirt speaks of time -
Stains mark a living hard earned.
Faded hand prints,
Of the love lost on the way,
Dreams of home not to be --
Pocket heavy with pennies.
Call me common;
at least I’m reliable.
Rugged though I may be,
I grow more relaxed with time.
Call me rebel;
I strive for equality.
Freer still with Spandex,
my grin gets indigo-stretched.
Serge de Nîmes
a tough, rough twill for workwear
made blue to fade and scuff—
to weather as souls are bared
a second skin
unpretentious, in fashion
yet rebellious and rough—
mocking the myth of clothing
Denim faded
from time’s winding down leaving
rust in the seams as gears
grind against the folds and tucks
where memories
were safely stored for decades
rewound and replayed like
clips from a movie of life.
She is intrigue in denim, dressed with just a whisper of leather, which confirmed she wore lace underneath, there's a delicate strength in her voice, a lunacy that sings in her laughter, a tenderness you can read in her smile, lips blushing with the color of wisteria petals, beware, her eyes will eat you whole, there is a sophistication in her simple manner, yet an enigmatic element difficult to discern, there's a double edged darkness in the aura surrounding the elegant hue of her allure, her portrait contains a piece of every woman I've ever loved, as well as every woman I will ever know,
She is intrigue in denim.
Judge Santiago Burdon
Stray Dogs and Deuces Wild, Not Real Poetry, Quicksand Highway, Fingers in the Fan, Tequilas Bad Advice, Lords of the Afterglow, Overdose of Destiny, Architect of Havoc, A Charlatan's Aphorisms Junk Drawer Poetry
blue denim
of my youth
summer freedom
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
He took everything of value from me
Except a house with a busted sink
He thought I was screwed
With the denim divorce blues
He wanted to bankrupt dreams
But little did he know
Starting over is a goal
I’ve a house, making home
I’m proud to hold my own
Busted sink is remodeling gold
I started a new fancy trend
A bed and breakfast cool Inn
Women come who have clout
To figure life out
Or have a girls night with friends
The last thing he said to me
Is you’re going to be sorry
But no I am not
For happiness is a lot
I’m rich now as a free divorcee
Taste and color
Hourglass figure
Beauty in jeans.
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