Lost Fashion Poems

Every step feels like a hurricane or twister, and it’s not child’s play
I keep letting go of the notebook, guess it’s time to review the...

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Written in tribute for those who are fighting in pink, and every color against cancer, also in memory of my dear friend Reenie, (Irene Aleman),...

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Date  October 2040

The children were in the dining 
Room and having a meeting of
Their own. Amadeus spoke 
"We need to be honest with 
Ma...

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He gifted his girl with a doll
he brought home from every trip.
Oh, how the beauty would enthrall!
Always her heart would flop and flip.

A doll so...

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I’ve been cutting Peter’s hair for a year. When covid lockdown occurred, I learned to cut my brother’s hair - and yes, he still has...

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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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I’m sporting this new lipstick
it won’t fade, smudge or smear
I’ll be lucky if it wears off this year.

I’ve got this new eyeliner that’s like
a luxurious,...

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You were my Neighbor for lots of Ages
You and I was inseparable,
We Lived together and accomplished our dreams together,
We played together, sang together, were sad...

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spoke kin like 
a true non establishmentarian.

Wily wordsmith wields wisdom and wit
renders requiem welcoming thee to visit,
no matter foisting poetic riffraff (mine)
necessitates applying figurative tourniquet
to...

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The locks cut off, 
Power dissipates,
empty, he walks along, 
as mere mortal without  purpose. 
A man of destiny, 
grinding in the mill,
revelling to stupor,
...

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Argentinian Tango

The night had been crying of icy tears on the window glass
I kissed the glass a thousand guitars played in Buenos Aires
the night Eva...

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Lemon sour thoughts in aquamarine
imagery of dry desire pure pale powdered sage 
quaint quear copulate of Cupids
with bows that draw Archaic archer 
arrows aimed at...

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Handsomest man under the Milky Way
Caught me drifting to display
Fashion with a line unique
Blues, Funk and Soul musique 
Mannequins with big torsos 
Ranges of clean...

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When 18 Arrives
David J Walker
 

There is no greater fiction
Than living room memory
 
The Drama
	The passion 
	`	The comedy 

The stairsteps to a childhood 
	Bedroom 

Blooming...

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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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