Art Deco with her thin women
Pointed noses
Uppity attitudes
Elegant manner of dress
Art Deco with her square jaws
Curly ques made just so
Her flapper fringes
rivaling her outrageous hemlines
Art Deco with her ultra-modern ways
so shocking in the forties
when we listened to our shows on the radio
without seeing visuals
Categories:
hemlines, nostalgia,
Form: Free verse
~
Dressed in a jacket of tie dyed illusion
Measuring moments to spare
Dangling truth in the seams of confusion
Camouflaged, nothing to wear
Fastened by Velcro in heart strings of passion
Sewn with a lingering thread
Patterns on paper with words now in fashion
Running the walkway instead
Fabrics are woven of promised affection
Altering hemlines anew
Polishing buttons to claim your reflection
Love it looks so good on you
11/01/19
For the: Fashion Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
Categories:
hemlines, fashion, love,
Form: Rhyme
AMERICAN ICONS
One is known for her hemlines
Just so right
The other for hemlines
Accompanied by no tights
Young ladies with poise
Will always make the right noise
But girls from orphanages
Will marry young, dreaming
Of what their life might become
Life’s rich tapestry was woven
Into a pink chanel suit
Camelot’s princess was american grace
While some like it hot
Di Maggio did not
Another heartache for sugar cane
Vanity Fair with it’s gossip and flair
Adored both ladies to death
Socialite gatherings had reached a peak
Stories abounding of a blonde
In the President’s sheets
Jackie ever stoic
Turned the other cheek
As time goes by
Loyalty and lies are of no surprise
For each leading lady a private sigh
Mr. Miller privately laughed at the new bride
By his side
Whilst Jackie cradled her husbands bloody head
She then knew camelot was officially dead
Just like the blonde in her la home
Who died as she was always alone
Copywright
Categories:
hemlines, beauty, bereavement, cry, obituary,
Form: Romanticism
Inchworm
Inchworm as you measure
In increments by inch,
Interfacing hemlines,
Implies...new clothes...a cinch!
Impulse begs excitement,
Imagining this gift
Imparting...inch by inch!
2.25.2017©deborah burch
Pleiades
Categories:
hemlines, myth,
Form: Verse
HAND OF GOD
The deluge came like splattered tears,
palm’s held out to see if it was real.
Hemlines lifted as feet kicked against the water.
The scourge of cold could be felt on their backs -
throngs of men, women, sons, and daughters.
Locked inside a cavernous boat, the saved,
like latchkey kids of the Most High.
Blinded from the pain of angry screams,
attending to the cries of the hungry wild.
Eventually, the water deepened and lifted the ark
from the muddy ground. Was there anyone left
to wish them well, to wave, to cheer?
The Lord pats the roof and sends them on their way –
for 40 days and 40 nights.
God pulled out his list and crossed off:
Deluge of complaints
Deluge of suffering
Deluge of immorality
Deluge of selfishness
Deluge of sin
2nd Place
8/27/2016
Contest: A Deluge
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
Categories:
hemlines, christian, sin,
Form: Free verse
You eager commuters
you don’t see me
in the shadows shivering
Remembering that green door and the
warm baking bread smells
A king in a pocket sprung bed
Beside my abdicated queen
And the curly haired prince who
No longer hears my song
You eager commuters
Forward looking
I alone have
Wealth and friendship
Bottle shaped
No idle chit-chat
But whispering cold comfort in my ear
and warming the broken hollows of my heart
You eager commuters
understand
This nook is not a chosen one
Not for its smells of rotting waste
or its views of shoes and hemlines
Of swiftly passing people
Averting their lofty eyes
From this pile of rag and bone
That used to be a man with house and home
Categories:
hemlines, emotions,
Form: Free verse
Setting sun
Splash of burgundy paan-spit
and the paterfamilias nodding off
pink filial freeness
silhouetted against a crimson feel- flare
(or was it orange flair or even purple fair)
symbiotic exchanges
slapstick sequences
elfin hemlines and tarty décolletages
catching agoraphobic impulses
homing…
04 aug 13
For Charlotte's contest
Categories:
hemlines, sun,
Form: Free verse
A swarm of whispers kisses my face
Like tender blossoms, a full view;
In morning’s bid, I find thrilled embrace
Through good-bye romps as sunrise debuts
On fragrant petals carousing dew.
My eyes follow his parting tracks on wings
As day rouses wisps of garlands’ crowns,
Clusters of buds wheeze a mild buzzing
To invite play, bouquets tap on ground
Their hemlines sway, waltzing all around.
When hours cling of delight, time endures
And I breathe him as buds fondle my hands,
But purple descends to weave sleep’s lure;
Sadly, florets close as night expands
Till he arrives, with roses on strands.
For Francine Roberts'Contest
Romance Me with English Quintains
by nette onclaud
2 nov 2012
Categories:
hemlines, romance,
Form: Quintain (English)