Beach Fashion Poems

At Dolomite sand
On warm and peaceful sunset
I wear my headband....

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I was conceived
in a magical realm 
where I can where the sun
on my head like a straw hat
the sea around my torso
like a cocktail gown
with...

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I will wear white pants all year long
with shoes scuffed from a sandy night;
Discolored waves that won't come out
those seaside moments haunt my eyes;

Capture the...

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I was a zealous fashion designer, whose elegant styles were ever in vogue,
Like the rainbow time of cool, damp evening, that elegant colors go rogue.

Lost...

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The thought of loss is loud
It bangs, clanks, hisses and rattles
Inside of your head all day
Your brain starts to crash
And you start to cry
Your heart...

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There's an innocent time that I recall
  when every girl is Cinderella at a bobby-sox ball
each guy, a penny-loafer prince in a white letter...

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You walk on the slimy soil of fragile fame,
as slippery as the sliding mud in the rain,
with feet encased in fuzzy socks and crocs,
you trample...

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In a hurry on the most important day of my life

Almost couldn’t get my bow tie tied on the day I was going to tie...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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went out in a new outfit and car, to find I had a flat tire

 
Date Written: 8/24/2020

2 Place     When plans...

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She's a girl with fashion and passion 
Full of life and adventure
She loves her shoes and bags
She loves her custom jewelries 
She loves to accessorize...

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Strokes of green and yellow,
Come out just to say hello. 
Ballet in the sand; 
Look at the position of his hand. 
Bold and Brash; 
This...

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post inspired by S O contest

McLUHAN's LAW

In
the
headlines of today,
his fifteen minutes of fame-
ephemeral as footprints in the sand.*


*sand=beach=strand...

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The Fall afternoon was calm and quite warm,
a sky without clouds, the salty smell of the reefs;
it must have been a true delight not hear...

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I want to be the man in that black hat
Sitting down under where the Aussies do play
Drinking in barrels, Bundaberg ale
Smiling under my cool black...

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