Your are dressed up in cool nights and days,
Showing pretty colors always.
Yes- hustler,
all dressed in his lies.
Slick talking,
devil tongue.
Loves ladies of all ages,
you watch out for him.
Energy
A favored term
For a closer approach
To that which cannot
Be approached..
A story which
May illustrate that
All words are
Dressed to disguise...
lurking in the shadow
to hunt her down
to put all the blame on her
there’s a man dressed as clown
was it that “her clothes too short”?
was it that “she was too easy”?
reasons circled around
there’s a man dressed as clown
clown is unapologetic
clown is a predator
clown is a hypocrite
there’s a man dressed as clown
Get dressed as you can
In style, fashion or chic
To impress the eyes.
Its the ladies,
Dressed like gypsies,
That feel the moon,
With romance,
In their fibers,
That desire to dance,
With love,
Its the ladies,
Dressed like gypsies,
That make the nightingales,
And flowers sigh,
In the warmth,
Of gardens and moons,
Its the ladies,
Dressed like gypsies,
That are so sweet,
And tender,
And ofcourse exotic,
That cherish the hymns,
The sensuousness,
Of a long lazy evening,
Where their hems,
Can sway, unwind, and relax
Reynaldo Casison
"properly dressed"
if ever you wonder if there is a dress code
thinking of this will lead fast to overload
conserve energy for more important things
take yourself your heart and love too
in return I'll be ready waiting for you
with open arms holding passion to last
our pact stands wear jammies you like most
in high fashion and more to love we'll toast
celebrating concepts of being properly dressed
SkyWatcher
08-31-23
Dotty arrived at the party dressed as a giant teacup
Some laughed at her, for it was formal, she should have dressed up
She was instantly engaged in conversation with Old Mrs Hupp
Who switched place cards, so she could sit by the friendly giant teacup
Dressed UP
I got up early,
before the dawn...
and dressed to impress.
I had nowhere at all to go,
or to be,
I just wanted to remember,
what it was like,
to see the world,
and ride my bike.
I put on a fancy hat,
and long leggings.
I knew it would be cold,
and I am old.
My bones hurt,
but I refuse
to let that stop me...
from being who I am,
and who I am...
supposed to be.
God made me,
exactly as I am...
on purpose.
The trees are dressed in summer green.
The sky is dressed in gray.
And I am dressed in thankfulness,
To start another day.
Who made red panda Robin Hood? My cousin asked.
No idea, but go along with it if you can, I replied.
His hat is feathered, and he is amply flasked.
And he is walking the path, now coming inside.
Hello fair Robin Hood, my cousin said quickly.
His words turned upbeat lickety-split-ly.
I laughed at my cousin, who is afraid of this creature.
But invites him to stay over to watch a double feature.
Why did you do that? I whisper as Robin robs us.
It is irritating to me, as he steals my parakeet, Gus.
I was terrified, my cousin says, I did not know what to say.
That is no big deal for my cousin, actually, a typical day.
She laughed when I
Wore my dinosaur tie
And played her a tune
Under that moon
When we made love
With just sky above
Cooed with delight
All through that night
Till we both went
Into my tent
And snuggled up deep
For much need sleep
Next day in the rain
She caught her train
And I waved goodbye
In my dinosaur tie
A huge yellow moon is glimmering, and a chill wind's in ghostly trees.
This night was made for magic, so we'll get dressed in our very best!
Sable black lipstick for me, and a smoky gray for my brooding eyes,
And lovely rosy red makeup for you, crowned by a silky, orange wig.
The obsidian night is still very young, and we will be gone for hours,
Like juicy fruit patiently ripening, in locations of sunshine and green.
My sleek, midnight black dress, and matching pointy hat, will be a hit,
And your red nose and bright polka dots, will be the height of fashion!
Crows are cawing, the cats are screeching, and bats are flying north-
The luxurious party is waiting, and will be filled with the best dressed.
So, I'll take my stylish broom, and you your pretty, brilliant balloons,
It's just a short walk through dark woods, before we knock them dead!
Written on 9/4/2022
For: Fall Flavors Poetry Contest
Theme: Dressing up for Halloween
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
There is no death there is only sleep.
Shouted the preacher he was a tall man
with a white beard that hung below his waist
He was dressed in black and standing.
on the buckboard of his wagon
in the dark of night, what little light
There was came from a kerosene lamp.
hanging on the branch of an olive tree
a sign of peace above the preacher's head
that lite up his face and white collar
as he stood there preaching the word.
All the towns' people gathered around.
lending an ear and singing praises to the Lord
Colors in the trees
They're decked out for summer fest
in raspberry days
At last the get together
Seasons come but once a year
Here comes red robin
for the sunshine singalong
as jay sings the blues
amidst dark berries galore
in the middle of the year
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