she wears the latest fads
regardless of her moods
mix and matching as per all the rules
wouldn’t want to get it wrong
as she parades across
the catwalk of her days
i’m not so fancy
i stand at her side
in my favourite carefree pullover
my simple plain old leggins and
my wool socks curled over hiking boots
i may not be sophisticated but
it's undeniable that i'm
comfortable in my own skin
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Categories:
leggins, confidence, fashion, identity, perspective,
Form: Free verse
Her morning stretches, are a feast for my eyes,
Like a golden sun in orange marmalade skies.
Brown sugar color, she is a delicious delight,
My bronze goddess, in the pale morning light.
She has a bountiful bosom like deep ocean blue,
Her gingery blonde hair with a honey glaze hue.
A candy apple bottom, peach leggins can’t hide,
Baby girl is a delicious taste in my hungry eyes.
My eyes are earthen vessels that drinks her in,
She is a visual buffet, where my desire begins.
Her curves linger on the taste buds of my sight,
A sensory symphony, that pleases my appetite.
Her scent is like vanilla on her Coca-Cola figure,
A variety of tastes, makes my eyes grow bigger.
But amid the spectrum, one flavor indeed stands,
A delicious sight, created by God’s skillful hands.
As daylight bares this one-dish casserole surprise,
I savor her delectable beauty that charms my eyes.
She’s nature’s culinary masterpiece, a visual treat,
A delicious taste in my eyes, this woman so sweet.
Categories:
leggins, black love, body, desire,
Form: Rhyme
The Forsythia is aflame
Delight runs once again
The red oak draws strength to ignite
Love bellows a refrain
A red-orange dress over brown
Leggins' so tight a shame
Dancin' the flamingo about
Town, autumn fire untame
Falling, falling into a flamin'
Fire, love, love's wild desire
And it burns, burns autumn's
fire, deeper lovers mire
Until at last love goes sour
Another comes, separates
From the ashes a spark ignites
Dancin' again on date
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Contest: 230 contest up to 12 lines
Date: October 27, 2016
Categories:
leggins, fire, lost love, love,
Form: Rhyme
She tore me apart
under a rockabilly sunset;
Set me free from the
sway of pop culture jive
with her bass-line booty.
She smelled like gasoline,
tasted like cherries,
and made my heart rumble like a .454
And she knew she had me,
when she dropped her hair
outta that black bandanna,
wrapped it it round my neck,
and lit me up with
…Pontiac red lips.
Yeah, she tore me down
like a fixer-upper,
built me back up,
and revved me high.
Reeedd liinedd by those
spider web leggins’.
I know she’s mine,
thank God in Heaven.
Cuz when she whispers in my
ear “Baby, lets go for a ride”
I can’t find a way to make
this monster glide.
We’re stuck in high gear,
bound to make it outta town
for’ daddy knows I got her
sittin’ in the middle of my bench
seat ‘stead of that church pew.
I know he’ll come a lookin’
but as long as we keep bookin’
we’ll make it to horizon ‘for the
world even knows we’re gone.
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved
Categories:
leggins, beautiful, imagery, leaving, longing,
Form: Free verse
There once was a girl from Arizona
Who could only fit in a kimona
She vowed to lose some weight
But loved all kinds of cake
Even drawn by pumpkin cake's aroma
She vowed that she would be stronger
Would wear kimonos no longer
With cotton up her nose
From the table arose
Now in leggins she does saunter
Sponsor: Gwendolin R.
Contest:A Limerick In My Pocket
Categories:
leggins, food, funny,
Form: Limerick
Just love sharing this ice cream cone
Licking the opposite side from you
Brings joy to my heart just like a bone
Glad that you begged with a boo-hoo
Happiness comes to my mind it's true
When I think of playing with you
Wearing the pink bucket on my head
Even though I am a male Bulldog instead
This pink bucket makes me smile
Because you my mistress are filled with joy
When we play a game that's for a child
And a girl game and girl's toy
How excited I get when you get the leash
For that means we'll be walking down the street
My three year old mistress dressed in tie-die
Leggins and very frilly sandals
Maybe no one will notice that I'm a male
Hope that I don't have to use the fire hydrant
(Little three year old girl who has a male standard size boxer or bulldog as he pet and
companion. As seen through the dogs eyes.)
Categories:
leggins, animals, childhood, family, funny,
Form: I do not know?