Long Blouse Poems
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Lying still on the class room floor,
brown paper for a bottom sheet.
All the children were gathered round
and my outline was complete.
A cookie cutter girl was I
in bright black paten leather shoes;
with a gathered skirt, puffy blouse
of blue polka dotty hues.
Drawn silhouette, a paper doll,
not ashen as deaths cold harrow,
and I regret, my parents get
left Hiroshima's shadows.
Eight years gone the Rising Sun
was challenged in an earthy sky;
for bombs Little Boy and Fat Man fell
and two-hundred thousand people died
The Man of Steel, old Stalin
passed away in Russia this year;
the hot cold war was in full bloom
and our children hid in fear.
Beneath our desk tops we scrambled
as the shrill sirens shrieked away
the Committee of Five ruled Russia
and Khrushchev was on his way.
Dwight Ike was in the White House
as a veteran, he'd fought hard
the GI bill was now in affect
and bomb shelters filled our yards.
And little girls with ringlet curls
still made dollies on paper sheets;
while the doll shadows left by WWII
bombs blackened in Japan's streets.
*On August 6, 1945, the United States used a massive, atomic weapon against Hiroshima, Japan. This atomic bomb, the equivalent of 20,000 tons of TNT, flattened the city, killing tens of thousands of civilians. While Japan was still trying to comprehend this devastation three days later, the United States struck again, this time, on Nagasaki. Nagasaki was bombed on August 9, 1945 only three days after the bombing of Hiroshima. And we worry that other countries may develope atomic bombs???
Women in business suits, women in jeans,
Women who like it on top,
Silver-plated women, just another pretty face,
Barefoot women aching for a carnal embrace.
Long legs, lean thighs,
Snappy ass, seductive eyes.
Women in summertime, women in heat,
Women who sleep in the nude,
Animated women who must dance to feel alive,
Waiting on the sofa for Astaire to arrive.
Champagne, full house,
Nipples hard beneath her blouse.
Women in therapy, women in need,
Women who share their complaints,
Complicated women sipping coffee after dark,
Candlestick between them prompts a phallic remark.
Slim waist, firm hips,
Edgy words on naked lips.
Women in Laundromats, women at work,
Women who read to themselves,
Disaffected women disappointed by their men,
Just another wash day, short a quarter again.
Cold rinse, no bleach,
Satisfaction out of reach.
Women in trailer parks, women in debt,
Women who don't shave their legs,
Ham and cheddar women raising children on their own,
No anticipation, simply answer the phone.
Stale bread, small talk,
Sense of humor dry as chalk.
Women in fantasy, women in fact,
Women, young ladies and girls,
Sexy, airbrushed women sure to turn a fella's head,
Way too many women feel like crying instead.
" Human sex trafficking is now an epidemic that many seem to ignore." by poet
She was a sweet girl, kindhearted and innocent
She’s feeling anxious about starting High School soon
She has very few friends, and desires to be in the popular crowd
Her family is old-fashioned, doesn’t let her date or go out much
She started going to the local gym and made some new friends
Friends from the popular group, she is elated and happy, finally
They invite her to a party and tell her to lie to her parents
She can tell them it’s a slumber party and can sleep over
She lies to her parents and tells them she is going to a slumber party
She leaves in her conservative, preppy clothes, only to change later
She borrows a mini skirt, heels and a low-cut trendy blouse
She feels beautiful, popular and happy, accepted by the group
At the party she tries a drink, she likes the taste and how she feels
It’s a fun escape from the boring and strict home life she knows
She then hears her name being called, she turns around and sees him
He’s dark and dangerous, drives a fancy sports car and is gorgeous
He takes her for a ride, promises her a job modeling, she believes him
She drinks more and flirts with him, he tells her she needs to try something
She snorts some coke, her life just changed for the worse, she is hooked
She leaves with him, he tells her he has a huge mansion, she believes him
She wakes up in a daze, not sure where she is, it’s a small one room place
There is a couch, a mattress on the floor and the windows are blacked out
She hears the gorgeous man talking to another man, discussing money
A strange man enters the room, starts to undress, now naked, she's terrified
He gives her more drugs so she can escape, then he rapes and beats her
She doesn’t know where she is, she is confused, time has lapsed, she is lost
Her family has not seen her for months, no one has, she is now a missing teen
She is not sure how to leave, not sure she wants to, as she takes another hit
On a warm sunny day
I let the dog out of the house
He wants to jump and play
He gets mud on my blouse
The warmth of the sun
I throw my dog’s toy
I try to have fun
I try to find the joy
I take in the view
I sit by the tree
He senses my mood
He walks up to me
“I’m sorry I’m sad
I don’t know what’s wrong
I’m doing pretty bad
I don’t know how to be strong”
My dog licks my face
He licks the tears away
He jumps in my lap
We both take a nap
But I wake up alone
I see his headstone
I see his old bone
I’m here on my own
I wish you were here
To greet me with cheer
To chase all my fears
I know that much is clear
I’m sorry you had to go
But I feel like you’re near
You’re the best dog I’ve known
Your spirit will always be here
The lawyer hopes,
you get arrested.
The disease hopes,
you become Infected.
The doctor hopes,
you become ill.
He supplies you with the
pharmacy pill.
The police hope you're
a criminal.
The diet hopes you,
don’t do nutritional.
The landlord hopes,
you never buy a house.
The pervert hopes,
to stare down Your blouse.
The whore hopes
you never marry.
The D.A. hopes,
you sing like a canary.
The dentist hopes,
your teeth decay.
Your parents hope,
that you obey.
The mechanic hopes,
your car breaks down.
The overweight person hopes
to shed a pound.
The undertaker hopes,
you're almost dead.
Covid-19 hopes
to infect and spread.
The plumber hopes,
your sinks clog.
You hope your prince,
is not a frog.
The teacher hopes,
you can't learn.
This is the way,
the wheel turns.
Turbo1904?
As much as I love to watch her undress
and anticipate what her reasons for doing so might be,
I find nothing more erotic than to watch her step out of the morning shower
and begin to prepare herself for the coming day.
I lay in bed, pretending to still sleep,
sans the clothing that encumbers my peaceful rest,
secretly watching her go about the morning rituals.
Wrapping a towel around her wet hair while standing in front of the full length mirror,
taking a sideways glance in my direction to make sure I am still asleep,
which I feign so well,
before twisting and turning her torso to make sure no parts were oddly misshaped in the night.
Wriggling into a pair of undies, of various shapes and colors,
making sure they fit perfectly to flatter her curves
and applying makeup before going on her search for a misplaced brassier.
The faces she makes in the mirror that she flips back and forth
to alternately magnify then reflect her image
highlighted through the artful application of makeup,
make me smile.
I cannot prevent the twitching and rising of the sheet covering my manhood.
Then, the head towel is removed and her hair spills out.
The raised arms brushing and blow-drying her hair
provides the opportunity I needed to feast on her, still bare, supple breasts.
By now, she is pleased by, but pretends not to notice the affect she has on me.
When, finally, she spies a bra that suits her wardrobe selection,
I watch her carefully place each breast in the cup provided,
making the necessary adjustments for comfort,
before she begins ironing those items which she next will don.
The graceful dance she performs around the ironing board,
first with her blouse, then with her pants or skirt,
I openly watch and enjoy,
no longer feeling the need to hide my level of awareness.
Having completed her morning’s preparedness,
she approaches me for a good-bye kiss,
smiles at me,
reaches under the covers to where I have grown,
kisses me lightly on the cheek,
and says,
“Later”.
I love mornings.
I woke up this morning,
and then without warning,
I rolled off the bed,
soundly bumping my head.
That was just the beginning of what I call,
my most exasperating day of all.
Here's what happened next:
Got into the shower,
then suddenly lost power.
Stubbed my toe getting out,
causing me to curse and shout.
In the dark I tried to dress,
hoping I wouldn't look a mess.
Lights came back on and sure enough,
mismatched socks and other stuff.
Spilled hot coffee on my blouse,
just as I was leaving the house.
Back inside to change my clothes;
so far this day really blows!
Ran some errands, so far so good,
maybe I should knock on wood.
Called a friend and met for lunch.
While eating I felt a startling crunch!
A tooth had broken - I wanted to wail!
Why couldn't I have broken a nail?
Now I'm feeling mighty stressed;
this dental problem must be addressed.
Dentist saw me right away,
and told me what I'd have to pay.
Tears welled up at his words.
The price was totally absurd!
Maybe I should just go toothless,
these dental fees are way to ruthless.
Driving home I was so distraught,
I didn't stop as I ought.
Police lights flashed in my rear view;
now what am I going to do?
The policeman asked for license and registration;
I started to blubber in frustration.
How could so many things go wrong in one day?
Now I have a ticket to pay.
I made it home without more trouble,
and then I poured myself a double
portion of sweet iced tea,
to refresh and comfort me.
I think I'll just go to bed,
pull the covers over my head,
and pray that tomorrow will be,
a much better day for me.
8/7/16
(Fortunately, this is a work of fiction)
Time Changed Words
Olden days
Days so golden
Golden then
Then not at all
All wish them so
So wished away
Away in time
Time was quite lost
Lost daydream style
Style your hair
Hair style is new
New slim fit blouse
Blouse blue is mind
Mind your step
Step two at a time
Time won't stop
Stop standing still
Still I did fear
Fear strange new days
Days after days
Days traveled past
Past my dates
Dates time words
Words not distilled
Distilled new words
Words now renewed
Renewed words mimed
Mimed well this time
Time blink blinks
Blinks twice then waits
Waits a few minutes
Minutes pass fast
Fast paced life
Life still goes on
On and on
On a roll
Roll out change
Change changes words
Words you did say
Say stay in line
Line up your mouth
Mouth just good things
Things might change
Change the past
Past changes sight
Sight softens views
Views not the same
Same things so true
True words spoken
Spoken gently
Gently does it
It can work
Work it out
Out damned spot
Spot the difference
Difference is just that
That love is kind
Kind loves kind words
Words changed by time
Time in the present
Present time changes words
Words should be golden
Golden not Olden Days.
First posted 30/1/2015
Has a note saying it's "Chain Verse" (Not sure?)
Seems similar to Blitz format.
Aqua. M Poems.
Form:
Your looks to carry your first impression:
Your dresses ! Onlookers to appreciate.
It is said ‘ Choose food on own decision,
but select dresses on choice of associates.’
Your looks to lie on eyes of beholder.
Dress must fit well and also to look nice.
To tailor or give ready made order,
priority : how you look, not the price.
Several dresses, my closet to hold
uniforms, traditional, or casual
for summer, rainy season or the cold,
fashionable, formal, occasional.
I choose dress to look smart and elegant.
suitable, if made for an occasion.
Selection of dress ! Very important.
Dress to advertise my first impression.
I wear all types of dresses : typical
Bengali and North or South Indian
Assamese, also morning walk special.
Even feel free in some dresses : Western.
India - born, me specific Bengalee.
USA : my second home more or less.
I feel comfort in Jeans-Top, in Saree.
Long skirt -blouse : my most favourite dress .
Look in my closet and what will you see?
First is the shoe holder hung on the side of its door.
It holds shoes sometimes not matched up and some I rarely wore!
Tightly pressed together are many clothes you’ll see.
I think you’ll find them hung here quite haphazardly.
There are lovely tops and sweaters in many style and hues.
Many are clothes from which an average sized woman could choose.
See the cute black velvet-feeling top I’m looking at now
with its many white-faced cats saying “Are you kitten me right meow?”
A nice, red button-down Christmas sweater has black beads for trim.
It hangs close by a bunch of leggings ready for the gym.
A sweater that’s embroidered with flowers pink and blue
hangs near a long-sleeved dress with flowers on it too.
A practical black shawl is hung above a pair
of faded blue jeans which at times are too tight to wear.
A Rudolph top so playful hangs nearby an aqua suit.
A modest skirt this suit has and a scarf that is so cute.
Another skirted suit outfit has black stripes over gold.
Near it is a dark blue dress with a slit up the side quite bold.
Oh, here’s another suit of gold and checkered in design.
The pairs of jeans in here (if you can locate them) must number at least nine.
A leopard leather jacket with sexy pants so tight
is near a flared-out, long, bright skirt and a blouse that’s white.
A long blue fluffy bath robe hangs aside a purple-dotted top.
There are so many other things, I think I soon should stop.
On the shelf above the clothes are many purses; in a box
are lots of different types of belts and some holiday socks.
You’ve seen enough by now. But oh, my summer clothes!
They’re in a spare room’s closet. No time to show you those.