What would I write about?
I could write about war, medicine or leisure
But I don’t know much about any of them
but what do I care, nobody reads poetry anyway
I could write for myself
But then who am I kidding
I don’t write because I have little interest in poetry
Hell, I don’t even write on my thousand dollar computer
But I stare at my blank page on my expensive toy
Like I have no right to think of writing poems
Too high falooting, too classy for me
How dare I think I could write such high fashion words?
I look on tomorrow as another day
but then I get some guts
hidden though they were, they appeared from somewhere
I don’t know from where but there they are
But tomorrows bring surprises
I will not question fate’s mysteries
I will just get to work
And write my lofty, classy poems
Once and for all dismissing the fears
I have carried with me for years
And forget trepidation comes from me
I shall not give up my dream
I am strong, I am mature, I am fearless!
I shall fear no word or phrase
Four syllable words will not make me cower
For I am invincible, I am poet!
Plush lips and a pouty face,
still I can’t hear a thing you say;
Distracted by all the work done
in the name of high fashion;
Now you look just like a toon,
sponged with what’s real covered up;
Pineapple skin seems a bit phony,
leave all that at the bottom of the sea;
Starved for attention;
I see it in those sparkling eyes,
plush lips, and a pouty face;
To erase such natural beauty? Tragic.
Morphed into a filtered edit,
straight from the bottom of the sea;
Plush lips and a pouty face,
still I can’t hear a thing you say.
Response To Beauty Queen By Bailey Underwood
Stella was our neighbor, the weirdest girl on the block.
She walked with a confidence that we could not unlock
Sketching high fashion since the age of eight or ten
We thought she was nuts, even way back then.
No one wears a pink wedding gown or carries an umbrella.
She is so oddly odd, someone said. He himself was a strange fella.
There was a spark of genius that frightened us I guess.
I stayed away and whispered about her with my cousin Tess.
Stella grew up to be a famous designer in New York City.
Now we felt less self-assured, blah, and not so smart or witty.
She designs wedding dresses in navy, turquoise, pink and blue.
We wish now that we were friends, but that wish won’t come true.
Stella was our neighbor, the weirdest girl on the block.
She walked with a confidence that we could not unlock
Sketching high fashion since the age of eight or ten
We thought she was nuts, even way back then.
No one wears a pink wedding gown or carries an umbrella.
She is so oddly odd, someone said. He himself was a strange fella.
There was a spark of genius that frightened us I guess.
I stayed away and whispered about her with my cousin Tess.
Stella grew up to be a famous designer in New York City.
Now we felt less self-assured, blah, and not so smart or witty.
She designs wedding dresses in navy, turquoise, pink and blue.
We wish now that we were friends, but that wish won’t come true.
Stella was our neighbor, the weirdest girl on the block.
She walked with a confidence that we could not unlock
Sketching high fashion since the age of eight or ten
We thought she was nuts, even way back then.
No one wears a pink wedding gown or carries an umbrella.
She is so oddly odd, someone said. He himself was a strange fella.
There was a spark of genius that frightened us I guess.
I stayed away and whispered about her with my cousin Tess.
Stella grew up to be a famous designer in New York City.
Now we felt less self-assured, blah, and not so smart or witty.
She designs wedding dresses in navy, turquoise, pink and blue.
We wish now that we were friends, but that wish won’t come true.
"properly dressed"
if ever you wonder if there is a dress code
thinking of this will lead fast to overload
conserve energy for more important things
take yourself your heart and love too
in return I'll be ready waiting for you
with open arms holding passion to last
our pact stands wear jammies you like most
in high fashion and more to love we'll toast
celebrating concepts of being properly dressed
SkyWatcher
08-31-23
On deep green runways
prance the pinks, plums, reds and blues
Photogenic blooms!
Much beauty under teal skies
Then dusk scents, Belladonna.
Velvet petals, famed
for rich matchless, twirling styles
at springtime's debut
Mass unaffected pretties
drenched in poise sunshine and charm.
High fashion,
high culture ...
One finds the other ...
A raw seam,
another sewing ideas ...
Ideas wear costumes,
costumes parade cultures ...
Sewing without means
it doesn't thrive,
undressed culture
and naked, nonexistent ...
The man is the cloth,
culture is the background ...
So culture and sewing
merge in fashion
of this world ...!
Last Friday they closed down the brothel up the street
Gothic beauties standing despite negative propaganda
I hated seeing them go...it was a real fine place to meet
With its beckoning red light and wide welcoming veranda.
Gothic beauties standing despite negative propaganda
Those exotic ladies in high fashion heels boldly posing
With its beckoning red light and wide welcoming veranda
They were statuary beauties, architecturally quite imposing.
Those exotic ladies in high fashion heels boldly posing
I hated seeing them go...it was a real fine place to meet
They were statuary beauties, architecturally quite imposing
Last Friday they closed down the brothel up the street.
A Pantoum written February 12, 2021
For “They Closed the Brothel” Contest
Sponsored by Kai Michael Neumann
Elegance Charm And Grace.
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Elegance charm and grace
Decadence with a photogenic beauticians idealistic face
Stylish fashion a portrayal of high class Ladies at the time
For those of means and the modernistic trendy mind
The social butterfly the belle of the ball
Statuesque sensually curvaceous leggy and tall
The scent of Esther Lauder wafting from warm smooth skin
Silk and satin lingerie from gay Paris and Berlin
The visage cover girl of the high fashion magazine
Of the ideal look manicured and immaculately preened
Inspiring eye catching and debonair
The girl with the ‘It ‘girl glare.
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Peter Dome©2020.
flamingos and sunsets
cherries and maple leaves
almond blossoms in sunshine
lipstick of high fashion
plummy plum tree blossoms
tulips and juicy watermelon
a flashy sports car at dawn
twilight pearls and rubies
bleeding hearts among roses
pomegranate and grapefruit
dragon fruit and rhubarb
apples and creamy frosting
butterflies and raspberries
Polish
by Michael R. Burch
Your fingers end in talons—
the ones you trim to hide
the predator inside.
Ten thousand creatures sacrificed;
but really, what's the loss?
Apply a splash of gloss.
You picked the perfect color
to mirror nature's law:
red, like tooth and claw.
I thought about titling or subtitling this one “A mini-ode to manicure” but thought better of it. Please note that this poem is not about female predators or lipstick and nail polish, per se, but the way the human race “glosses over” its predatory nature. We may appear to be “civilized” with our constant grooming and high fashion, but what are we doing to the planet and its other inhabitants? I suspect many animals facing climate change/global warming and possible extinction would prefer less "civilization."
“All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts.” William Shakespeare
high fashion climbs the ladder of
artifice, advertising, allure
unrestrained composition by
designer, model, photographer
create an image with power
to heal, change, inspire
bright lights, illumination
flare, freedom, flair, fun
set the consumer's eye
for imagination, industry, impulse
high fashion also climbs a ladder of
disassociation, defiance, desire
appealing to a variety of audiences
In blue jeans and a large floppy hat,
Charming as the hot, southern morn;
She hears songbirds go this way and that-
And scarecrows are still as the corn!
Scented Sadie softly, secretly, smiles.
Whatever notions could be in her mind?
Her pleasure in beauty radiates for miles,
Like the stars that twinkle, though blind.
Sunny Sadie spreads such singular spirit,
As the lusty hues of nature clash and blend!
Like blossoms, sweet joyfulness she emits,
Like a high fashion model's newest trend!
Sensuously sweet, she casts a secret spell,
For she is the heartthrob of still summer!
Famed pearly teeth, of blissful living tell,
Like the fair visions that arise in slumber.
She shimmers, spins sparkly, spicy sensations,
Throughout the hot days and the inky nights.
Strawberry girl, loves to dance and twirl,
Sassy, slender stunning, strikingly bright!
Pray for us St. Mushroom of the Holy Sin
Keep our fingers free from sticky things
And safe from anxiety of the open hole
In the middle of the doughnut where it belongs
Deliver us twelve of them but spare the sugar tax
Sin grows in the dark so wickedly delicious
Bury us not without nutritional consideration
Or restrictions on our caloric intake please
Measure not our waistline figures without end
Have mercy on them
Bless us and deliver us from zippers
St. Peyote see fit to stitch our buttons tight
Teach us how to open the safe without explosives
To steal the contents and escape without notice
With shirts intact, fastened from top to bottom
Lost buttons are frowned upon downtown
Deliver us not into high fashion or traffic stops
Let not our mothers dress us funny after we grow up
St. Peyote, trust in us to feed the puppy only pizza
Without mushrooms. Leave them to us
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