Fashion Poems

Captive burdens
Of dismay 
Problem solve all away 
Corrugated spills actions happening 
Distorted views memories misshapen 
Quantico rehabilitative fathoms 
Sway 
Complicated positions do not keep me at bay
You get my drift
Stuck in a horizontal position 
Cradling the bed
Somber silence immovable body...Read More

Lorne Park Christmas at our parents and grandparents beautiful house,
The beautiful floor to ceiling Christmas Tree.

Decorated with our favorite decorations and Christmas lights.
The tree stood on grandma's beautiful carved linen chest in front of the lving-room window.

Father would decorate the...Read More

GREEK EVIL EYE
Beware, beware my friend of the evil eye,
It is mere jealousy that others see and spy,
So always have one in your home,
Often seen in a Church dome,
An evil eye can bring you harm, make you cry!

An example or...Read More

Grandmother Elfrieda's birthday is today,
She would be over one hundred years old.

The beautiful grandmother that helped raise us,
I remember her well.

She was the nicest grandmothers you could ever have,
Cooked and baked delicious foods for us.

Macroons and Apple Streudel,
Cooked delicious dinners...Read More

Skies are sort of like people:
One can label them with the 
same general nomenclature;
describe them all using basic, 
prime colors while overlooking 
the subtle hues of imagination--

I have always been more attracted
by what was just around the corner,
nearly in sight—like...Read More

I have been waiting for you by the river
Hoping that you would meet me there
I have been waiting for you by the river
Because we I have so much things to share

Big rocks fastened in the ground
With a melody that is...Read More

I have a best friend I always go to see
He has been a loving life-long companion to me
Always loving me anyway I look
I don't have to be glamorous like some in fashion books
He treats me as an equal, never under-rates
Even...Read More

Creepy, quiet, mellow, velvet night,
The hour that my love shines bright,
As moondrops fall from above;
I'm in the arms of love.

Like leaves that whisper on the trees,
I hear love's symphonies;
On the streets of Italy, London, and Paris, France,
Lovers chance to dance.

The...Read More

I'm having a bad decade
  OK, I'm having multiple bad decades
In fact, haircuts had a rough stretch there
   in the seventies, but they survived
Don't know if I'll come out alive...

Folks are so relaxed these days
  ...Read More

Trees By Me

Thy sun shineth
        tis countenance,
Thy tree tis gift,
        sparse tis expanse,
Tree girth aloft,
        neath midst remain,
Flicketh light...Read More

A subtle man of such flair-
Comes and goes as in thin air!
Always trimmed neat his hair.
Never certain what he'll wear.

He's been seen in many rooms;
Master of bold costumes!
Where he goes, fashion blooms;
As butterflies emerge from little tombs!

He, a master of...Read More

        Multiple premise
olfactory adventures,
contemplative tactile
sensory ... Clothing
colors, odors, hues,
varnishes ...
Beauty has always done
fashion ... or your own
reason for being...
Fashion is a game
to show the generations
information, transgressions,
transmissions of customs and customs ...

What, or who...Read More

JONAH, A WHALE OF A TALE

I want to tell you a whale of a tale 
'Bout Jonah, a prophet of God
Who jumped on a boat and then set sail
Away from the path he had trod

It seems God had a task...Read More

This is the story of Slim & Chance,
Always peacock-ing and runnin’ game
Dubbed the neighborhood know-it-alls
No two stories were ever the same.
Flashing names like badges
Like detectives on a case.
Til the tangled web of lies
They wove gave chase.
Tryna get by on the...Read More

Like anything
There are two edges to this sword
The ragged one has, for now, cut too deeply
The reality of its cleaving
And the intent of the hand it is wielded by
Thickens the blood that weeps from its wounds
To collect in a puddle...Read More

Quaintly dressed, his cap bore a plume
   When a lady passed, removed it -- assumed
She'd acknowledge his gracious act
   ~ So shocked was he at her absence of tact

"Don't think I'm the weaker sex," snapped she
...Read More

A woman shows her body, with confidence.
But gets called such negativity.
A man shows his body, and there's dominance.
So society speaks positivity.

A woman can have more experience.
But the income is less than her counterparts.
A man can be brand new and live...Read More

I’m no more than what God prepared me to be . 
What’s in store just candy and artificial sweets
No fruit in the food desert for king 
I’m so hungry but all i could eat was sleep 
Planning the future promising...Read More

From George Washington’s Rules of Civility and Decent Behavior:
#54 Play not the Peacock, looking everywhere about you,
to see if you be well decked…

JONESES JETSET

Maude, she did pile her accoutrements high
upon her head - peacock-in-style. So sly,
    ...Read More

Crow's claws carrion campy carping
nsync nocturnal teenage mutant ninja turtles
analogous to scuttling
(think) browed beastie boys scarab beetle
brandishing sharp small scabbard swords

delightedly digging daggers deep
into deadened prey
rotting roadkill repulsively reeking
formerly (mere moments ago) once
fancy free and footloose

happy go lucky creatures
perhaps instinctively...Read More

*Hollow Hosting Feelings - Day 4*

face like pages
seeped'n smirking ink
fostering felon flips
delicate chapters drip
font feigning feasts
meager metamorphosis creep

smiles like ointment:
sturdy substance rent
saucy stench's spell

porous sequoia posture
whooshing fashion bolster
fiery limbs features

delicate gaze digs
hollow hosting feelings.
      '20:02:04:04:45

Note:...Read More

Poem by Koffi Mtonga

If I could have one tree in the garden
It'd be a sculpted tree with white roses

The women, Beautiful and elegant in their stature, 
would be the white roses that blossom earnestly.

Like branches frolicking in the twisting wind,
the...Read More

In cut throat fashion the sadist kindly applies the garrotte

The guitar is a bit out of tune and needed some tension

Two love birds in soft tune and no further strings attached


Lights nearly out and the old record player blasts Ode...Read More

I think that I
        shall never see, 
A poem as lovely
        as a tree,
The sun thus shine
        its countenance,
The...Read More

       CITYSCAPE 
                               ...Read More