Long Dress Poems
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In a black morning, hollowed
with eggshell delicacy...not fragile, simply gentle
with dark chocolate skies....a pajamaed
ten year old, with a six year old's excitement
up at five a.m., with his basket ready
to search out candy eggs
A dew kissed morning, the blossom of an Easter sunrise
Rising to greet a family,... a father, a mother, a brother, a sister
A house blessed with a spirit of His presence
So richly apparent, in polished shoes, combed hair, Sunday dress
In hard boiled colored eggs, chocolate rabbits hidden in green grass
eating baked ham and scalloped potatoes
assorted aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents
Being allowed to eat his candy
providing he ate
at least
one piece
of broccoli.
That was then,
When,
I played with a doll,
And used a pretend phone to make a call.
I had a favorite stuffed dog,
And had fun chasing a slimy, green frog.
I played dress up,
And drank from a sippy cup.
I learned how to walk,
And figured out how to talk.
I rode in a toy car,
But I couldn't go very far.
This is now,
How,
I go to work,
And cook my own pork.
I drive a car,
And drink at the bar.
I take care of my pets,
And have lots of debts.
I get dressed myself,
And reach the top shelf.
I Baby-sit my nephew and niece,
And travel to Greece.
Back then, I was a little girl,
Who loved to twirl.
Now, I am all grown,
And living on my own.
Winter
by Michael R. Burch
The rose of love's bright promise
lies torn by her own thorn;
her scent was sweet
but at her feet
the pallid aphids mourn.
The lilac of devotion
has felt the winter hoar
and shed her dress;
companionless,
she shivers, nude and sore.
Keywords/Tags: Winter, Rose, Love, Promise, Potential, Devotion, Divorce, Farewell, Bloom, Blooming, Blossom, Blossoming, Flower, Flowering, Garden, Scent, Fragrance, Perfume, Aroma, Odor, Fall, Autumn, Decay, Hoar, Hoarfrost, Ice, Icicle, Snow, Cold, Coldness, Nude, Nudity, Naked, Nakedness, Exposed, Exposure, Exploitation, Parting, Separation
A Unique Wedding Ring
BRIDES have wedding rings so lovely:
in all colors, some with precious stones,
But you may not have mine, it's too
unique.
BRIDES really are their Husband's sunshine.
in dresses traditional or new.
But I was married wearing a raincoat,
Love makes the vows, not the dress.
Eloping is an adventure, I would happily repeat.
We drove over two thousand miles to wed.
And it wasn't in the heat.
It was a raging blizzard in Chicago
that January night.
I was leaving my dog behind, my friend
for many years,
He was jumping and yelping, and oh,
I could not hold back my tears.U
He watched us pull away, he seemed
to be in fear.
I can still see his brown eyes shining,
And it still brings back new tears.
The drive was long and treacherous,
The car broke down in the Great Divide.
I wondered if I had made the right decision.
But~ we were on an our unstoppable love mission!
We finally reached our sunny destination.
I loved the Cable Cars, what a sensation!
The weather, so very perfect, it was
time to buy the ring.
We were not holding tons of cash, but
love surpasses things so crass.
That ring with no stones or precious
metals, it really had no bling.
This BRIDE'S ring most unusual.
It cost a whole sixty seven cents,
and placed in a brown paper bag.
I could not wait to wear it!
But in City Hall,once married,
that glorious moment!
When my husband slipped that ring
on my finger. How awesome.
Decades have past, my husband has
with them.
I have lost and misplaced many things.
But that sixty-seven cent ring never
gets lost.
Stores like Woolworth's maybe gone
Replaced by big barn type stores and
chains.
But I'd rather have small ones back!!
Life has become far too impersonal
and strange.
And so~ I can put on my ring, close my
eyes,
And see my husband, no not on the
internet, but reading poetry to me!
Seems I have come full circle. now!
Decades after my marriage vow!
Thank you, beloved wedding ring,
and to the poetic husband I once had.
Panagiota Romios
4/21/2019
So many people love to tell others what they should do,
They point their fingers and whisper words of ridicule,
They Judge the world with the words they so often speak,
Look at others that are struggling, as if they are weak,
So many claim to have it all figured out,
Their statements scream they know what life’s all about,
While they Pass by strangers with looks of shame,
Little do they know we are all the same,
You can dress the flesh in whatever you’d like,
Suits from Armani and dresses of prestige delight,
The truth remains simple and bare,
In order to live we must breathe the same air,
We are naked and exposed when we all stand in our showers,
Yet we lie to ourselves thinking we possess so much power,
For at any moment disaster can destroy all we worked so hard to maintain,
We can be sentenced to a life with no title and no name,
The masks we wear tightly can suddenly melt away,
We can be left on the side of the road with nothing to say,
God forbid, we breathe our very last breath,
Earlier than we ever expect,
What would our legacy be?
Did we ever stop to help anyone else that was in a tragedy?
Or did we live like hypocrites and canker worms,
Treat those who were under us like contaminated germs,
We all have a day that’s written in the sky,
Let’s live with purpose before we have to say goodbye.
By: Sabina Nicole
Contest: Fine line
Written:9/24/11
It’s fine to be successful and work hard for what you have, but too many people make their title such an obsession that they forget about their families and friends. They forget how to love and listen; they become judgmental and critical of other people and begin to look down on people. Some even forget where they came from once they get where they want to go, while others simply never cared to look around to begin with.
There is a fine line…
A faint hearted silhouette,
Of a life once thought,
Surveyed the silent terrain
Of a forest plot.
Searching for creeds
In the bones of deeds
Her net came up empty
Only whispers were caught.
A canon of dreams,
Battles of air,
Toothless virtues,
Knuckles gone bare.
Damning a fight,
Stood a farmer trembling,
With fear he looked
At a rabbit’s cold stare.
A word adorned
In glory diamond frill
Longed for a text
To shine upon its bill.
Weaving in grammar,
With vain notes of a stammer
A loin cloth, a rag,
A fettered letter’s
Poisoned pill.
An immodest figure
Of hair-chested speech
Watched over squawks
Of birds on a beach.
Steaming in smothers
Of mosquito-like brothers
A bellicose vein
With nothing to leach
Bled profusely
For compassion to teach.
A steely vow thunders
At the grimace of night.
Speechless candle sermons
Brightens the light.
Wondering if dead means
Off with the head
A guillotine’s guilt
Came down from its height.
A voice of timber
Stood alone
Upon earth’s stage,
A guard with silent strength
A worker of our age.
Holding a wounded dove
With flower power
Tears of love
A woman revealed
How truth is concealed.
Daring to design,
At great risk of a fine,
She wove a garment
For our age:
Eden’s dress in brutal rage.
We want them to grow up to be,
The best that they can be.
We want the very best for them.
We want them to succeed.
We talk, we teach, we prophecy,
Till we can talk no more.
We want them to be well prepared,
When they walk out the door.
We teach them it's important,
To be neat and clean and prompt.
Then make excuses when we're late,
Because the clock just stopped.
We teach them to be kind, polite,
Help others when we can.
Be careful who you're seen with.
How to dress and sit and stand.
We talk about the folks at work,
The folks at church and neighbors,
Pointing out their virtues, faults,
With tongues as sharp as sabers.
Then we say we meant no harm.
We say it's all in fun,
But little pitchers have big ears,
The harm's already done.
They make excuses for themselves,
But they're hard on others,
That fail to measure up with them,
Or those they see as brothers.
Oh No! we say, What have I done!
This wasn't meant to be!
They didn't learn from my mistakes!
I've made a Mini Me!
I called her my baby doll, because I knew she would like it.
She smiled at me, but did not say a word.
Giving me no nickname, which made me sad.
You are my darling, I told her. I love everything about you.
Even my tattered and torn nightie? She asked me.
Hinting that she wanted another one.
Her head was so big, the dress had to be custom made.
My mother was sewing it with Velcro snaps
Because how else could we get it over her enormous head?
I kept this a secret, because her birthday was a week away.
We went to the river and she said “Drown me please”.
I thought this was weird, but I did what she wanted.
She came up all full of water but she did not die.
Baby dolls do not die, I told her. They have birthday parties.
We were together almost forever until a dog ate her head.
Mountain peak height piercing the sky
brushing its peak black clouds roll
piercing lightning does flash and thunder does roar
cold heavy rain drops begin there to fall
Hot barren rocks quenched by its fall
air becomes chilled and with moisture full
heavy it falls down bare mountain side
rushing so quickly in gathering speed
barren rocks give way to patches of soil
green bushes there to perilously cling
stirring now rustling in gathering breeze
begin to be whipped by the growing cold wind
ripped free leaves flying in the wind
rushing among the now growing trees
roaring now the wind gathers voice
trees stand against the roaring gale
down in the valley green grasses do grow
sunlight so bright does gently fall
upon colorful blossoms do grow
and wonderful glory of bright summer day
slowly now the blossoms dance
in a cooling gathering breeze
growing now into pleasing wind
bringing joy in its refreshing flow
in the meadow she does walk
gathering flowers on summer day
thinking of the one she loves
who for now as far away
breeze is felt in auburn curls
bouncing dancing by its flow
streaming forth so bright and long
flowing softly about her face
eyes of blue to glitter bright
reflecting of the joy she feels
full red lips that he loves
smiling now in summer breeze
wind does blow past her now
pulling at her flowing dress
showing forth her form divine
lush full curves and flowing lines
on winding path on mountain side
descending now out of the trees
this vision now before me appears
bringing full of joy within
cooling wind blows at my back
speeding my steps down mountain side
bringing me closer ever to my love
who before me in meadow does dance
scent the pine and falling rain
mingles now with flowers sweet
flowing across the grass is there
a full richness that fills the breeze
my steps to her do almost dance
moved to the rhythm of my beating heart
and of the love I feel within
nature's music on a summer day
within the wind and on the grass
together now within each other's grasp
in bright sunlight and cooling breeze
together now on gentle grass
Feeding off the weary
Castor oil concubines in deep hip hugger moons
Shouting to the vestibule in torrents filled with rage
Voices shriek in rampant screams, off key to every tune
Changing up a photograph that sits along the stage
Feeding off the weary as they take their morning tea
Crushing every crumpet so the crumbs collect the floor
Holding up their heads in shame for they no longer see
Flagging down the waiter just to get a little more
Hit below the beltline made of polyester fill
Break the rules on purpose so the multitudes will find
Mops now wait the drool appearing nightly in the spill
No one really cares at all what stagnates in your mind
Here’s a tip to fill your needs with eyes a squinting mess
Take this color you declare in blackened tinted hues
Paint the wall that’s just outside in all that you profess
Other’s now will take your blows as early payment dues
Find the poor in gutters strewn with all that you believe
In cauliflower camouflage beyond your garden gate
Laugh behind the foolish ones who linger lost and grieve
Fill your pockets with their fear before it is too late
Dress up for the evening in your Sunday morning wear
Push away the people dancing slowly on display
Board a train to someplace where another just may care
Wave goodbye to all of us as you go on your way