Started drinking fruit flavoured water now
Not the tastiest but I'll keep trying, I vow
In the winter months I always seem to gain
Inactivity is the culprit, exercising's a pain
When I walk, it's much more like a waddle
Sure don't resemble a Givenchy model
Gonna keep on trying to recapture my youth
Downed another swig of gin and vermouth
Now everything appears to be quite copacetic
Gin works wonders as an anesthetic
So getting back to the fruit flavoured water
A lot more concerned than this guy oughta
I'm almost eighty-eight so why should I care
Soon I'll be trapped in my big easy chair
Wifey will feed me some ground up mush
Dentures down the toilet gets flushed
But there's a silver lining waiting for me
If I could only get rid of my gimpy old knee
Bottom line is this, sure had a great life
Came up a big winner by a roll of the dice
Started drinking fruit flavoured water now
Not the tastiest but I'll keep trying, I vow
In the winter months I always seem to gain
Inactivity is the culprit, exercising's a pain
When I walk, it's much more like a waddle
Sure don't resemble a Givenchy model
Gonna keep on trying to recapture my youth
Downed another swig of gin and vermouth
Now everything appears to be quite copacetic
Gin works wonders as an anesthetic
So getting back to the fruit flavoured water
A lot more concerned than this guy oughta
I'm just eighty-six so why should I care
Soon I'll be trapped in my big easy chair
Cathie will feed me some ground up mush
Dentures it seems, down the toilet got flushed
But there's a silver lining just waiting for me
If I could only get rid of my gimpy old knee
Bottom line is this, sure had a great life
Came up a big winner on the roll of the dice
I do not drive a fancy car
Or chew on a Cuban cigar
I do not wear a silk cravat
Or attend the fancy balls
I do not own a designer cat
Or have the funds to gamble
I do not smell of Givenchy
Or even live in the 'burbs
I am nothing so hoidy-toidy
As gentlemen up the street
But I can tell you this, for sure
I'm the nicest guy you'll ever meet.
written June 16, 2021
Like bumping into an old friend
un-expectantly
a warm spring day arrives
un-announced.
People smile unabashedly
making their entrance teeth first
into each others view.
It all seems so new.
Winter’s curtain lifts
like Marilyn’s skirt
on a subway grate,
ruffling everyone’s
consciousness awake.
When things are so fine,
we all take note.
A new alertness in the air
carried by all the latest lungs,
like a new Givenchy tote.
Spring has stepped
onto the Avenue.
All eyes are now on her
Everywhere we hear a purr
instead of brrr!
The question, urgent and acute, that fashion
asks every woman daily: what does she
prefer? A Ricci’s chic, a chilly passion
of Ungaro, an ease of Givenchy?
What’s better? A dramatically black look
or, say, an all-white? A silk cape with strappy
heels or a floral-printed dress like Brook
Shields in “Allure”? The one that makes her happy.
So what if… Her glance falls upon the photo
of her grandchildren on the wall. Her heart
melts. She puts on a free tee-shirt from Moto,
old jeans and, happiest, goes to Walmart.
17.11.2019
Fashion Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
Doria Ragland, Meghan Markle's mother
As you exchange those precious vows,
I view the scene through happy tears--
white lace, your prince, sweet looks of love,
broad smiles, no signs of nervous fears.
When Blues and Royals coat and grand
Givenchy gown are stored away,
real life together will begin.
Your choices will be wise, I pray.
Remember, please, the promises
you've made today; and always keep
them faithfully. May your love grow,
and may you laugh more than you weep.
My dear, you’re now a Princess and
a Duchess. More importantly,
you hold the title “Daughter.” That’s
the one that means the most to ME!
Dear Harry, you’re a Prince and Duke;
some day you could be Britain’s King.
Also, you are a son-in-law--
to ME, the most important thing!
You’ll face some challenges unique
to royal couples. There must be
a tie that binds you through it all,
that LOVE so clear for all to see.
June 9, 2018, entered in Alexis Y's Fairy Tale Poetry Contest
She bade farewell to Prada and Gucci shoes, and said hello to Pucci, and Jimmy Choo.
A love affair that didn’t last, finished by lunch, it was over that fast.
Next was tea at three fifteen, with Mr. Alexander, last name, McQueen.
Soon, he too was ancient history, since she, moved on to Fendi and Givenchy.
What next? I promised not to tell, but I think it’s Canali, Chloe, and Chanel.
The moral of this story? Shop fast, shop hard, and use daddy’s credit card.
Started drinking fruit flavoured water now
Not the tastiest but I'll keep trying, I vow
In the winter months I always seem to gain
Inactivity is the culprit, exercising's a pain
When I walk, it's much more like a waddle
Sure don't resemble a Givenchy model
Gonna keep on trying to recapture my youth
Downed another swig of gin and vermouth
Now everything appears to be quite copacetic
Gin works wonders as an anesthetic
So getting back to the fruit flavoured water
A lot more concerned than this guy oughta
I'm almost eighty so why should I care
Soon I'll be trapped in my big easy chair
Cathie will feed me some ground up mush
Dentures it seems, down the toilet got flushed
But there's a silver lining just waiting for me
If I could only get rid of my gimpy old knee
Bottom line is this, sure had a great life
Came up a big winner on the roll of the dice
© Jack Ellison 2015
Five Senses
When you look at me
What do you see?
Am I everything you need
Or am I just a rebound
Cause that *****with pounds didn’t work out…
When you look at me
What do you feel?
Is it my gifted talent
That I breathe with every breath in me
Or is it my positive vibes that you couldn’t get
From negative energy
When you look at me
What do you hear?
Is it a beautiful voice intelligently indulging
In life’s choice or is it the real that rolls
Off the tip of my tongue
When you’re wrong claiming to be right
When you smell my scent of Givenchy
As I pass when I’m walking
Do you snatch me up and sex me down
Or do you daydream about your ex
And the cheapness of her scents…
How ignorant!
Maybe you’ll get it
Maybe you won’t
But what I wanna know…is this…
When you smell my scents of Givenchy
Do you look at me
To touch my cheeks and immediately
Hear what you see in me
To taste the sweetness of my lips
Or are you hypnotized by reverse psychology
Cause “real to real” don’t match false identities.
by: Aleasha Martin
On the Menu Valentine’s Day
Teddy bear eyes from yours to mine
And sweet scents from Givenchy…
Makin’ me speak French
So put the rose to your nose…
Make you feel so free
With brilliant significance
So glad that we’re in this
You reach out to caress my face
With this look of sincere
Cause we’re on a journey to Japan
Like Issey Miyaki
But still Italy is waiting
Like Giorgio Armani’s sensual aftertaste
So we’re romance based
Like a beautiful sunrise
And I love this taste
I can’t wait to embrace…
Your beautiful bubble bath
With candle lights surrounding
Making me feel like I’m drowning
In the sounds of your waves
It’s the taste that I crave…
It’s what’s on the menu this Valentine’s Day
By: Aleasha A. Martin
Child cries for mother,
mother cries to God.
Is there that many ear,
does he has to hear?
Breakfast, lunch and dinner
there is even supper
but what names have we got
when their plates always empty.
Filling up there air
the smell of red everywhere
We in our dilemmas
Whether Escada or Givenchy.
Their roofs always flying
with their legs always moving
Jacuzzi in our indoors
And doors saying "Do Not Disturb".
Yoga, Manicure on Mondays;
Swimming, Dining on Tuesdays;
Will mothers be left to feed
If there exists Tomorrow.
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