Long Dressy Poems
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Chellophat was written
for the movie
"Linquist"
it's a soothing bassy, horn and string
ensemble that caters to music lovers
who enjoy soothin, deep bassy grooves.
the "Chellophat two step" is the dance
that was developed for the song.
in the movie they used the original groove
and the remixed street groove
the song is actually twenty two minutes long.
it is broken down in part
the first area is called...Soothie
the second part is called...,pass the imperfections
The thrid is called real show, neath the dressy night ssky( star is born)
the fourth is Bassey bottoms Grind
it has four solos
Frenchhorn duet with a bassoon
and two parts with lyrics,
by four different singers
the music has a chorographer who
developed the Chellophat slide and the Grippy Groove tease
and of course the "Chellophat Two step"
The up beat " calm the shores mandance"
Most folks like to shower;
Some prefer the bath.
Life allows such choices;
We can access either path.
Lots of folks skip breakfast;
Many wouldn’t dare.
When we look at others’ lives,
It’s natural to compare.
Most homes have the TV on;
In others, no one watches.
Some adults sip sodas;
Others like their beer or Scotches.
Many homes are sparkling clean;
Others look quite messy.
Some folks dress in jeans or sweats;
Others opt for dressy.
Many people nest at home;
Others love to travel.
Some folks garden to relax;
Others just plant gravel.
There are those who read or cook
Or paint or dance or sing.
Every person somehow finds
Whatever is his thing.
I think of other people’s lives,
So different from my own;
And love the fact we all create
Our private comfort zone.
Age One to five,
diaper, t-shirt, panties, petticoat, dress, hair ribbon,
Six to ten
car coat, patent leather shoes, apron, white pedal pushers, ruffled top,
Eleven to fifteen
Liz blouse, go-go boots, faux leather jumper,
bellbottoms, polyester pantsuit,
Sixteen to twenty
shirt dress, blue jeans, two piece swimming suit,
dark gray coat with rabbit collar, diamond ring,
Twenty-one to Twenty-five
fancy lingerie, maternity top, short shorts, zigzag dress,
burgundy leather coat with white fox collar with matching fox hat,
Twenty-six to Thirty
suits with skirts, high heel shoes, pink ski coat with white faux fur collar, dressy dresses, sandals,
Thirty-one to Thirty-five
ruby ring, diamond necklace, opal ring, moonstone pendant, emerald ring,
Thirty-six to Forty
diamond cocktail ring, fancy turquoise bracelet, pearl earrings, slacks, Girl Scout leader uniform,
Forty-one to Forty-five
purses, floral scarves, sweat pants, diamond necklace, ruby ring,
Forty-six to Fifty
opal pendant shaped like a bear, silver strand necklace,
fancy tops with rhinestones, knitted hats, knitted scarves,
Fifty-one to Fifty-Five
handmade sweaters, one pair of blue jeans, jackets, tank tops, I love Grandma sweatshirt,
Fifty-six to Sixty
one piece swimming suits, fluffy socks, pajamas, fuzzy robes, elastic waist line pants,
Sixty-one to Sixty-five
hoodies, tennis shoes, fancy bag, one pair of blue jeans, pajamas
Sixty-six to Sixty-Eight
long sweater like we wore in the late sixties, bell bottom pants I found last year in a store, and paint clothes because I am an artist and when I am not writing poems, I am painting canvases.
When I’m all dressy, you adore my charms -
I’m reaction-affected straight into your arms.
When morning touches our bed, our snuggle wiggles closer -
Light touches us as one and soft kisses are freshly begun.
In lighthearted moods, we laugh and play in rain -
Building ample joy to sail through any life strain.
We share secrets, dreams and life stories -
We grow by delving into all life categories.
Before night embraces our star bound wishes -
You seal them ambitious in love sewn stitches.
What I watch, you see, too;
When you need a fan, that is who I am;
When I laugh, it is echoed by you;
When in need of a listener, my ears heed;
What I feel, you seek to reveal; and
When you find joy in any minute, I am in it.
Content, you read your book while these words I write,
yet you have no knowledge of even being here tonight.
You have never gazed at me with love in your eyes
or even acknowledged me when I was within your sight.
Love thru fantasy is all I have to stifle my heart cries
and keep my entirety safe from unrequited love demise.
For Vera, Leanna and Leslie
Today in church I was rapt as I listened to the words of the pastor,
As she spoke about the death and glorious resurrection of the Master!
But I must confess that my mind ran amok and wandered,
As I reminisced about Easters past upon which I pondered.
I recalled Easters of yore when our little girls were small.
How they anticipated the Easter Bunny, ready to have a ball!
Their mother, Vera, was an extremely talented seamstress,
Who made for each of them a gorgeous lacy smock and dress!
She insisted that they have new shoes, gloves and fancy bonnet,
Trimmed with lots of lace and colorful flowers upon it!
Vera wore an outfit including new shoes and hat with dressy flora,
And I of course had to wear a suit and tie and a ridiculous fedora!
Off we marched to church and Sunday School in our fine attire,
To hear the awesome Easter Story and a cantata by the choir.
After, a repast was prepared by Vera with ham and sweet pertaters,
With other tasty fixin's including a salad of garden-fresh termaters!
The girls relished the chocolate bunnies and eggs that they found!
I recall so many Easters with my family when joy would abound!
Fast forward to today when the girls from home have flown,
As they carry on those traditions with families of their own.
Alas, we lost our dear Vera this past July but I have this one consolation;
Today she celebrated Easter with CHRIST HIMSELF in great jubilation!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
Have we ever met?
May be for only one yet
Probably time isn't well set
Questions are of mess
If it doesn't follow NO or YES
Which doesn't permit one to digress
This makes up a system
That looks at things from the stem
Hiding the root that can wholly condemn
You aren't messy
Though cool and dressy
Casual or official never lack accuracy
It seems I err
Of what my mind's eyes stare
And what my heart's cares spare
Room for rote
Will glow up the antidote
To heal next what heart and mind promote
Can this be an error?
From even heart and mind's terror
Lacking legit lens filming cool horror
For the fun of it
Can this make a hit?
Studying the dim flow briefing lit.
Tiny, my precious one-eyed ball of fluff --
with oh so sharp teeth and claws --
is disarmingly warm and cuddly but
often still quite skittish,
and stand-offish.
She purrs non-stop, contented,
when safely protected, on my lap
while being stroked. Her food and her water
bowls are clean and full
and her litter box is mostly promptly
emptied, refilled, odorless
and sanitized.
So what if she nips playfully
at my aged paper-thin skin?
Also she may snag my dressy
seldom-donned attire with those
sharp claws. But
she over-pays her board, her daily care,
with fond head nudges, and with her
unabashed preference for me
above all others, even now,
when I may no longer be,
to others, what I was.
To her, still, this outer shell
is precious, is safe,
Is reciprocated love,
is home,
is everything.
Dressy reindeer was given a marvelous outfit to wear.
To show off to the rest of the herd, most amazed and aware.
She was something special, a reindeer to admire and revere.
Many of the male reindeer admired her flirtatious rear.
Dressy reindeer was fashionable, dressing in Parisian clothes.
She never seemed to be common or had our regular woes.
I admired her from afar, and was never her confident or friend.
Intimidated by her for decades of years, until the end.
When I did finally meet her, we got along in a blazingly good way.
She would always ask me to linger a bit longer to have a nice stay.
I think of all those years where her beauty intimidated me.
Feeling guilty about generalizing her, I would stay a bit longer for tea.
Believe it or not her woes were the same as the rest of our woes.
She had lots of weird fetishes, she was afraid of humble plain clothes.
Her husband had been a rounder, finding other ladies pretty.
I stayed and admired her, her sense of humor was witty.
At the vanity I sit
While my radio plays hits
A blank canvas stares back
Time for some beauty hacks
I hope the gods can hear my pleas
As I sit here and try to tweeze
An eyebrow shape that isn’t messy
Not too shabby, not too dressy
Some mascara and primer
And just a little bit of liner
A swipe of cherry lip gloss
I apply it in a cross cross
Dab, cover up, and powder
I turn my music up louder
It’s not just habitual
It’s a daily ritual
A repetitive task
Just to put on a mask
But it makes me feel good
Quite more than it should
I squeeze into a skinny dress
Beauty is a pain I guess
Even so, I’ll still impress
I’m not even gonna stress
Because even when I’m a mess
I gotta say I still look blessed
Just need a bit of setting spray
And I’m ready to take on the day
Eyeshadow specks gracing the floor
Glitter and gemstone diamonds galore
I glance at the mirror as I walk out the door
I’m looking my best but who’s keeping score