Shorts, gyms shoes, a sweatshirt with a hoodie
Senator John Fetterman dresses peccably
Yet unafraid to speak his mind, to call 'em as he sees 'em
He serves his constituents most respectably
Categories:
dressing, fashion, integrity, leadership,
Form: Rhyme
Hold my head for me, dear
For I've been trying not to lose it
The words on my tongue
Are no longer silver-plated
No longer sugar-coated
Still there remains
Some sweetness
In being plain human
I do not wish to call it nectar
I do not wish to call it ichor
or liquid light
From now on,
I think I'll just call it blood
And live just as I should
And press my feet into the earth
And not imagine it's the clouds
And try to write more and rhyme less
And try to dream more
and daydream less
And try to heal instead of dressing up
Categories:
dressing, 12th grade, dance, perspective,
Form: Free verse
I love, love dressing up,
matching shoes, purse,
belt, hat, scarf round
the neck or tied on
the purse handle.
Now, I am ready.
I always dress up for
me for I want to feel good.
Don’t get me wrong for I dress
down. But, I always get comments not
being casual or dress down enough like, jeans
with a lacy top at the parties, jeans with loafers, not
tennis shoes on casual Fridays. I do dress down for me
in torn shirts with holes or tattered clothes
at home cleaning and cooking. My son would tell
me to throw them away and remind me I have so many
clothes. But I feel good wearing them for I feel free being me.
Categories:
dressing, me,
Form: Shape
The dresses of many a distant phase,
the casual attire of black and white,
the lumberjack shirts that were once, my craze.
The hoodies that hide me, both day and night,
the caps that shadow me from day’s sunlight.
The leather jacket for boldness of face,
the styles I’ve hid, for fear of losing face.
07.02.2024
Categories:
dressing, abuse, anxiety, conflict, confusion,
Form: Rhyme Royal
Recipe
Just a small portion
The muffins
The dressing is made from scratch
A little sample in a muffin
Tastes great
Small plate
Cranberry Sauce toppings
Elegant style
Worth the while
Delicious in size.
Homemade
In a fancy dish
Sizeable amounts
12 dressing muffins in a pan
The dressing style
On the entree list.
Categories:
dressing, food,
Form: Free verse
All the coming and going,
going out
guests coming, so -
dress up
make up
spruce up
brush up
tidy up
don the new getup
shake the dust
off the best plates.
Its so uplifting and fulfilling.
This is so becoming.
Categories:
dressing, fashion, fun, people,
Form: Free verse
Is it too late to put on
a slouch hat and overcoat
or is it too early for a T and shorts?
I dress in the dark
allowing time and light
to expose its itself upon skin and eyes.
This afternoon I will be busy until...
This morning is late and cannot catch-up
for it dawdled.
As if aware of its own magical powered
the moment opens-up
I relax
let the sky-peeking window
clothe and unclothe me
allow the sun-shadowed walls
to attire my mind the way it always will
and should do.
Categories:
dressing, poetry,
Form: Free verse
1 1/2 cup of pigfeet broth
1 cup of diced apples
1/4 cup of cooked celery
1/4 cup of candied ginger
1/4 cup of cooked red peppers
1/4 cup of cooked onion
3 tablespoons of garlic
2 tablespoons of vinager
1 teaspoon of soy sauce
2 teaspoons of honey
1 tablespoon of Cayenne
2 tablespoons cherry juice
2 tablespoons of port
Categories:
dressing, business,
Form: Crown of Sonnets
1 1/2 cup of pigfeet broth
1 cup of diced apples
1/4 cup of cooked celery
1/4 cup of candied ginger
1/4 cup of cooked red peppers
1/4 cup of cooked onion
3 tablespoons of garlic
2 tablespoons of vinager
1 teaspoon of soy sauce
2 teaspoons of honey
1 tablespoon of Cayenne
2 tablespoons cherry juice
2 tablespoons of port
Categories:
dressing, business,
Form: Crown of Sonnets
Oil and vinegar just don't mix
When the chef tried stirring with prick
That was his slick trick
And he made the two stick
So, he named his new dressing nick
Categories:
dressing, humorous,
Form: Rhyme
Dressing Up
David J Walker
Dressed as if the place was packed
Stacked
With men and women dressed from
Racked
Expressions of power and success
Red power tie
Blue blazer
Black oxfords
Black dress
Low cut slow
To the
Silver pearls below
Daring to show
Enough to know
what you are missing
And stilettos if you dare
Draped
And faked
Dressed
But going nowhere
Important
Hiding
Biding time
Siding
With the 401K crowd
Direct deposits
Adding up
While dressing up
Categories:
dressing, allegory, work,
Form: Rhyme
ART OF DRESSING
Always buy clothing on sale
or clearance prices because
I use my skill or art of
coordination to look stylish.
Love to dress up in style by
mixing clothes with colors that
go together and adding
accessories for flair, classy look.
2/28/22 Lind30nr Poetry
Chantelle Anne Cooke
Used: How Many Syllables
7779 Syllable No Rhyme (2 stanzas)
Categories:
dressing, art, clothes, fashion,
Form: Verse
Nowadays we always dress,
Clothes we use on a mattress,
Just for fun and to impress,
Nothing more, nothing less.
We seem to be vision less.
We feel neither cold nor pain,
Wearing clothes used to train,
As we walk we really strain,
Pulling them down all in vain,
Struggling, yet nothing to gain.
A life of curse not blessing,
But they call it modesty living,
Living as if nothing is missing,
Feeling like world is bouncing,
At the end we gain nothing.
Categories:
dressing, age, beauty, body, desire,
Form: Rhyme
Make do with what you have
company coming and feeling modest
Tidy up and dust a spot
Wear clean clothes and put out the
good bath towels
Straighten that rug, no toss it in the closet
a scented candle, too much
The living room curtains washed and ironed
A knock on the door
welcome them in with a smile
Categories:
dressing, poems,
Form: Free verse
Leftover Willpower
David J Walker
I know
I know
What I said last night
After the last bite of
Turkey and dressing and
Cranberry sauce and
Pumpkin pie
That I
Would never eat again
At least, not this much
So much
That it stretched my belly to
New dimensions forcing me to
Unbutton the waistband of my
Khaki dress slacks
I know
I know
How good it all was
and yet how
Bad for me at the same time
And how I fell asleep in the
Recliner watching reruns of
“It’s a Wonderful Life”
And the morning after
When I cannot think of putting
Any more food in my mouth
Somewhere in the back of my head
Hatches a plan for later
Sliders
Maybe one
Reheated roll with
Turkey and dressing and
Cranberry sauce
Small Sliders
Maybe two
Just two
No more
But surely not three
Would you think it profane to
Curse the names of every Pilgrim
Who landed on Plymouth Rock?
The bane of my weakening
Leftover willpower
IT’s ALL THEIR FAULT!
Categories:
dressing, thanksgiving,
Form: Rhyme
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