Long Denim Poems
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Blackberry bushes barricade the background
of your immature stature.
Braided chestnut hair rests gently
on weakly shoulders
as your hazel eyes beam a child's rippling wonder.
Bee-glazed berry juice permeates your smiling cheeks.
The taste streams alive as I gaze upon you
with your burgundy splashed denim jumper,
which belongs in an art museum,
but remains in my heart.
Your quarter full pail fills with sunshine brined time.
In search of the best, you request my help
to reach the hierarchy of treats,
those that brush the sun's ripening wonder first.
A perfumery of sweet harvest freshness
tickles my nasal cavity with nostalgia.
Your imprinting hand hugs mine as
my prime pickings are exchanged for smiles.
I can almost hear your laughter,
scattering impulsively throughout my longing.
In this photograph, for only a moment,
I can almost bring you back.
2/25/2020
We owned the world, we owned the sun
They were blue-jean summers, jam-packed with fun
Way back when I was nine or ten
How great it was to be a kid!
Where knees fell down, and bums would skid
Down asphalt roads, when life was good
We called ourselves blue denim twins
Summer mornings, flies were buzzin'.
Grab our bikes, and take a ride
And eat our lunch 'neath steel blue skies
Wipe sticky hands on blue jean thighs
Drink a gulp of Lipton tea
Sweetened with love, for you and me
The radio played those Elvis songs
A "send-off" smile, a day for fun
Running down the road, one mishap or a fall...
Band-aid & bubble gum, soon fixed our frowns
A patch on your skin and one on your jeans
We wore them with honor, but, we were teased!
Skating down the sidewalk, going clickity-clack
Stepping on the cracks will break your mother's back
Later playing jacks, counting threes and fours
Sitting cross legged on the kitchen floor
When dinner was ready, we'd be in luck
Spaghetti to twirl, and peach short cake
We owned the sun, we owned the world
Those blue jean summers, when we were friends…
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Sage scented dreams of beauty and journeys beyond
after the sun has bleached the sky with regal strays of blond
it turns into a crimson shade of shying pink and rosy glass
pouring out its last sweet ray on velvet trees and grass
Worship ceremonies, braided leaves of smoldering strong
memories grooved on the heart we know where we belong
every sorrow gathers here, sometimes we walk alone
artist strokes of genius and suddenly we feel at home
Pastel colors white washed thoughts of yesterdays that kiss
back in days when we were happy and nothing was amiss
Former times when I could see colors of an evening sunset
those were days of gifted bless with no warrants no regrets
Hints of lavender milked soft into the fading of the light
there is nothing more I value than the gift of second sight
As the artist seals her art the sky turns solid brass
while the faded denim sky drops his shadow on the grass .
July 2, 2022
I thirst for you is that so strange
Mouth gets dry when speak your name
Lose all pride pink inside my brain
Need you tonight to cure my insane
I look for you like shooting star
Around the moon and in red heart
The sight of you takes me away
To another galaxy far loving place
The sound of you is deep and low
Unique true blue and fully exposed
For you’re in my ear as you hold me close
Keep me near saying you love me so
The smell of you is so denim divine
Raw and real sweet and kind
Gives me a thrill lost in real time
My spirit spills you blow my mind
What you are is indigo interesting
A kindred gold star brightly shining
Inside mahogany heart inside mocha me
Come sweetheart let me show you what I mean
(* = i)
There’s a dimly lit house where a chicken sh*t mouse
Hides in a hole from the man and his spouse
He’s easy to please
Just leave him some cheese
And you won’t find a hole in your best Levi Strauss
But it’s easy to see when it’s fait accompli
And your new denim pants have a hole in one knee
To take care of that
They bought a big cat
Then somehow that one hole had turned into three
His wife bought those jeans so it started a row
She quipped why don’t you chase that mouse with a cow
They had quite a spat
Which frightened the cat
The mouse laughed and said so who’s chicken sh*t now?
*
Whoever said cats could catch mice were all liars
The man left the house and drove off - screeching tyres
He looked pretty grim
The house was still dim
That damned little mouse had chewed right though the wires
He says I’m beautiful but does he see
The pains of my heart the shuffle of my feet
The rains of dark mysteries of my inner beasts
That torture my my mind when I thirst for peace
I told him about my denim disabilities
Was quite shocked that he is not running
Seems this man’s finds in me his queen
And in him could be king my Prince Charming
I say could because life is no dream
I am not as gullible as I seem
Just because we find in ourselves esteem
And want a mate to place a ring
Oh how do we know what God means
When free will is real and we choose many things
I’m a free spirit and this love is green
Not that I fear it but I’m not trusting
Not ready to say I do anything
Not willing to melt into his dream
Of a life a wife a diamond wearing queen
Perhaps I am too free God must call me
For I wrestle with the winds of destiny
And ancestors call in the red floral breeze
I’m a southern woman who loves and needs
A great deal of passion planting my purple peace.
"outer space
wild blue yonder the dress she wore
Awesome
Ahh, she dazzled me
As she walked by me
Sweet beauty
Radiant the cloth that covers her
She’s blessed… she wore a
Blue dress
A smoken bronze woman
One of God’s daughters
Blessed
Worn a blue dress
Her dress was royal
Colors blue green blue violet cornflower aquamarine
So beautiful she flows the dress comes down to her toes
And as she twirls Prussian blue cadet blue Cerulean teals navy hues
So sky blue ultra blue tones as it wraps it drapes her body’s bones
Blizzard blue pacific blue robin's egg blue denim blue bell true’s
Colors and covers her from her neck over her chest to her the tops of her shoes
She a angel God daughter dress in a ….
Dress of Blue
Sweet beauty herself was royal she dazzled me
Ahh, she dazzled me
As she walked by me
Sweet beauty
Radiant the cloth that covers her
She’s blessed… she wore a such a beautiful
Blue dress"
12/28/19
Blue Dress Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Slausin
Unpacking means to put away, I’m closing doors: forgetting,
And so that case expires, sits, retires on the floor.
A forgotten mess of fabrics lies beneath the surface letting
A flood of hand-spun memories drag me, drown me all the more.
Although I only see you now through misted screens and pictures,
A thousand crystal remnants tumble out when my eyes close.
A week long thread of subtleties lies woven in the mixture,
A second’s worth of secrecy lies dormant on my clothes.
Cotton, denim, zips and bows remember where your hands were placed,
A shadow which I cannot bring myself to wash away.
Unravelling doesn’t bother me; I know your stitch can’t be erased,
And so, my case remains untouched, as always, just for one more day.
poof. I feel your color. you ignite me. you chastise me. my vulnerability is humiliating. breathing such humid air is humiliating. and poof. here you are. where you have always been. the differences. and the distances. fighting demons. sleeping in your favorite denim. morning grew dim until it was the heart of night. the deepest, truest, purest words I had ever written. I now rewrite. I must rewrite. I must confess. I must write. I'm confused. emotionally constrained. oh. The pain. but I found solace. In you. In outter space. we held hands. and floated right away. you kissed me. right away. I kissed the cosmos. existing. In your smile. I felt warm. I smiled. I feel warm. For once, I smiled. I feel at home. Right away. Well, that's how I felt. Finding forever. You gave me courage. To be free. poof. poof. Freedom. A melody. And what if I tell you. [now]. How I feel. Disappear into the morning sun. The moon is mourning the morning sun. A morning run. I crave more morning sun. I bask in your sunset. I can't watch our favorite movie. The mourning is done. I can taste your regret. I am on the run. And yet. It's morning. you move me. You stopped me. You dug. deeper. into me. You chased me. You sought me. Igniting me. And rewriting me. Changing me. And Reshaping me. Who I am. Recreating me. All that I was meant to be. and making me. Breathing. Breathing into me. You. You know. You must be beautiful. The stakes must be high. Hello. Hi. How far will these colors go. Blues. Greens. Purples. May I go with you. Cobalt blues. Sea greens. Magentas. Turquoise. Emerald. Sapphire. Poof. Poof. Move me. the differences. the distances. the places. the people. I can no longer distinguish. But I feel color, Mister...
Beauty is found in a cracked face
Emerald eyes that smile under hair of gray
And a chipped tooth that couldn’t afford to repair
Unique handsome frame dares not denim despair
Tough hands from working years so hard
Youthful laugh matches yellow youthful heart
Elegant somehow in a pair of jeans
You are a hero to the whole family
Every day you make silver sacrifices
Only you know when there is a crisis
For you shield us your future legacy
Because of your love we live life happily
Even when we fall short you give grace
Hope is a rope your tongue words say
Onyx clouds you chain smoked perhaps too long
Looking at empty chair wishing you weren’t gone
Dancing in your honor to your favorite song
Even if life was hard you never did wrong
Reminiscing and missing the beauty of the strong