Long Fashion Poems
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Otis (Trench Mouth) Trench was born with pneumonia in a black-rain steel town in Third World, Pennsylvania. He was not expected to survive and received Last Rites. His unction was so extreme, however, Death could not grab hold and he slipped away. He grew up wild, learned his letters from a ragman’s son and took off for the high country and the deep blue sea. Upon his return, he landed a job tending bar in a low life shot-and-beer joint called the Old Salem Tavern, but referred to by locals as The Country Whore Inn. He began composing lyrics as a way of minding the tide and easing the drift. It continues to be an on-going process. In a recent interview with the fashion editor of A Dim, Dark Mirror, Mr. Trench was quoted as saying:
At this specific stage of my existence, and in consideration of the circumstances in which I find myself, it surprises me to discover that rumors of my downfall have been insinuated within the chronology of my tenure, since, upon completion of an extensive and thorough inventory of my physical and spiritual estate, as best can be determined by the faculties I still retain within my possession and deemed by myself to be valid and reliable given an honest assessment of the facts of the matter; I testify for the official record, and in a fashion suitable to be notarized, authorized and cauterized, that regarding the state of my particulars, I am of the firm, unwavering opinion, despite whatever dissenting voices may be heard chiming discordantly in some distant pasture of manure-sodden earth seeking to either disturb my slumber or provoke my wrath, and regardless of whatever graying whiskers I may in fact possess, I aver assuredly that in contradiction to all appearances and any other details not withstanding – my ass ain’t draggin’ yet. In consideration of my prognosis, would you hike up your skirt a little higher, honey?
Hoo-ya, hoo-ya, ziss boom bah!
My doctor has given me a thumbs up
I'm good to go for another year
Let's see, how should I celebrate?
Perhaps I'll try going a day without my walker
Just kidding! I don't use a walker
Hoo-ya, hoo-ya, ziss boom bah!
Maybe I'll try dressing myself today
Last time I tried that, I wore checks with stripes
A major “faut pas” in the fashion world
I was laughed out of the local coffee shop
Perhaps coz I was wearing shorts, a bowtie
And NOTHING else!!!
Hoo-ya, hoo-ya, ziss boom bah!
My adult diapers are starting to give me a rash
Methinks it's those damn No-Name brands
People kept asking, “Why are you walking that way?”
Told them it's an old war injury!
Hoo-ya, hoo-ya, ziss boom bah!
Gonna close now. Wife Cathie made me some porridge
Told me it's good for my toidy habits
She usually knows what's best for me so I listen
The doc just gave me a thumbs up
So I'll keep doing what Cathie says!
Form:
Vintage Chanel lives rent free in my mind
the colors are deep, subtle and magical.
Over time, the originally soft textures,
become luscious like a lover's caressing touch
In college, you dress down,
you want to blend in, not stand out
gods forbid you flag entitlement
and draw envy's barbed compliments.
The simple styles bear the twin burdens
of camouflage and practicality.
In Paris, fashion can be capricious,
but elegance is a silent conversation,
with its own intricate vocabulary in drape,
line, fabric and in painstaking choice.
In places where fashion matters - Paris, Manhattan, the Hamptons,
it can signal position, the way uniforms signal authority everywhere.
A splash of fashion can not only have a fabulous effect
on how its wearer feels, it can tell important stories.
I’m told that, in back rooms, where fortunes are awarded or lost,
fashion can announce arrival, rank, and intent.
It can whisper new wealth, in upstart display
or a threadbare, silent duel with mounting debt
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Songs for this:
The Way It Is by Bruce Hornsby & The Range
Read Between the Lines by The Bingtones
He stands the test of time
And reassures my day
That thudding steady rhyme
The swishing arm that sways
The echo of the tick
Resounds around the hall
Close followed by the tock
It's rattled close to call
I love to make up rhyme
Against this beating drum
It gently passes time
And has since time began
He's seen life come and go
This wise old man of time
Through fads and fashion shows
He beats his steady rhyme
His hand moves with a click
His metronomic hum
The seconds duly tick
My heartbeat matched it's drum
The silence never still
As hands move passed and play
Another moment gone
We tick another day
The shame of once forgetting
To wind his welcomed key
To realise too late
That he's stopped his symmetry
The rush to hear him tick
We urgently do wind
Until that faithful click
Does fast appease my mind
His pendulum now waves
Hypnotic in it's rhyme
The ever present giveaway
That we have limited time
The family that cherished him
The generations passed
The keepers of his key did wind
Until their breath was last
My father and his father too
Did play once in this hall
And every chime did count
A game for one and all
The solitude I felt
Alone except the tick
I'd hours spend just listening
The drum of constant clicks
I barely knew my grandfather
But through his clock I find
His presence undeniable
Each time that I rewind
He smiles a tick, chimes a tock
His pendulum he waves
His voice still spoken through the thud
That echo that enslaves
Your wisdom I do count upon
Your melancholic rhyme
Reminds live each day fullest son
You've scarcely any time
The throbbing tick
It's sequel tock
I watch my life
Go round the clock
And Grandfather? He smiles
Verse 1
Somethin' that you told me,
Echoes in the dark,
Whispers in the shadows,
Igniting every spark.
You wanted me to love you,
With a fire, so intense,
When you said it simply,
I could feel the recompense.
Chorus
Reach out and touch me,
Feel the warmth of my desire,
My love is in your hand, babe,
Together we can light the fire.
Hold me close, don’t let go,
In this moment, let it flow,
Every heartbeat sings your name,
In this dance, we’ll never change.
Verse 2
Every word you spoke,
Lingers like a song,
In the silence of the night,
Where our hearts truly belong.
You painted me in colors,
Only you can see,
In the canvas of your eyes,
You bring out the best in me.
Chorus
Reach out and touch me,
Feel the warmth of my desire,
My love is in your hand, babe,
Together we can light the fire.
Hold me close, don’t let go,
In this moment, let it flow,
Every heartbeat sings your name,
In this dance, we’ll never change.
Bridge
And when the world gets heavy,
I’ll be your escape,
With every soft caress,
We’ll bend but never break.
So trust in what you feel,
Let the passion guide,
In this symphony of us,
You can’t run, don’t hide.
Chorus
Reach out and touch me,
Feel the warmth of my desire,
My love is in your hand, babe,
Together we can light the fire.
Hold me close, don’t let go,
In this moment, let it flow,
Every heartbeat sings your name,
In this dance, we’ll never change.
Outro
Somethin' that you told me,
Stays forever true,
In the depths of your embrace,
I just wanna be with you.
So reach out and touch me,
Let this feeling stand,
In this love, I’m yours forever,
With your heart in my hand.
Britches to shirt tails
in pigtails not pony.
She's Pippi the Longstocking,
her legs long and bony.
With raspberry lips
been parched by the sun.
Suspenders jacked up
to not come undone.
Her stitches to patches.
The clothes for a Jester.
Her uplifting laughter.
A fashion that's blessed her.
With red raven hair
and freckles to match.
Her teeth buck in front
on jaws for a latch.
Long stockings to thighs
and on past the knees.
Both comfortable wearing
and no-one to please.
A spunnk little child.
with cheeks boldly out.
She's Pippi Longstocking!
Let's all give a shout!
Go Pippi! Go Pippi!
from your smile to your laugh.
You're the girl with stockings
pulled over her calf.
Mimosa memories
Time beyond such odd times
Old-fashion harmonies
Chime echoing strange mimes
Yes the touch-me-not fest
A long ago feeling
A fork road on my quest
Touching thorny pricks sting
Day of unhurried wit
On long-forgotten fields
Footfalls in strange odd bits
Echoes that shadows yield
Cluster of primal fears
Unseen yet still stalking
Mimosa thoughts endear
Old corridors calling
Nothing can yet outlast
Echoes of time now past
Waxing and waning fast
Sadness once first now last
Mimosa colours tint
Blur edges of colour
Now ancient haunting hint
Passage of old flavours
Old school days now seem odd
Mimosa memories
Taunting and haunting plod
Upon strange history
Leon Enriquez
18 July 2017
Singapore
Oh well, it’s not wrong to dream
You came along when my heart it was reeling
Broken in two on the ground
Touched me in ways that I can’t recall feeling
Somehow my smile had been found
I read your words when my thoughts were insisting
I’d be forever alone
Nothing would change of this sadness consisting
Of every hurt I had known
And there you were with your hair dark and flowing
Eyes so enchantingly free
Skin as a warm summer day gently glowing
How could this happen to me
Within your verses I felt a connection
Deeply caressing my soul
Lines filled with love and a wondrous affection
Seems I am losing control
Lost in a trance of desire and passion
Sharing an amorous kiss
Held in your arms in a euphoric fashion
Endless this feeling of bliss
Still I do know that it’s all just deceiving
Nothing is what it might seem
Even if I cannot help but believing
Oh well, it’s not wrong to dream
Alas, you were wrong. : )
Written: May 5th, 2026, for contest sponsored by: Natasha L Scragg
1st place contest winner
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1. Cinderella
There once was a Fairy so frazzled,
whose magic was sloppy and dazzled.
She meant to make gowns—
but turned mice into clowns—
Cinderella left early, bedazzled.
2. Little Riding Hood
Red met the big wolf on the trail,
who said, "I'll eat you!"—quite the detail.
But Red, being sweet,
said, "Please—after you eat,"
and the wolf felt too guilty to prevail.
3. Goldilocks
Goldilocks strolled in with a grin,
But the Bears had installed a new PIN.
She tapped and poked and guessed—
Papa Bear was impressed—
And they adopted her in as kin.
4. Jack and the Beanstalk
A Giant cried, "Fee-fi-fo-fum!"
But softly—his courage was numb.
He whispered instead,
"Please don't steal my bread…"
And Jack hugged him and called him "my chum."
5. Snow White
The Queen asked her mirror one day,
"Who's fairest?" in her usual way.
It sighed, "Well… Snow's cute,
but you've got better *suit*—
maybe focus on *fashion*, okay?"
Fashion a memory, with our bright winter scene
The morning brought snow, fresh fallen and clean
Find a snug shelter, from the sharp frigid air
Welcome to my holiday home, at this special time of year
Dry your wet mittens, and warm your red nose
Stand by the fire that sparkles and glows
Warm up by the embers, but don't get too near
Welcome to my holiday home, at this special time of year
Stand by the window, there's a new dusting of snow!
The children are playing, while the snow balls are thrown
Watch how they laugh as their voices ring clear
Welcome to my holiday home, at this special time of year
Forget all your loneliness, add a smile to your face
We offer handshakes and hugs, and a welcoming place
A warm place to rest and a meal and some cheer
Welcome to my holiday home, at this special time of year
Come for a moment, or come in for a day
Leave all your cares behind, put your worries away
There is friendship and comfort, to dry all your tears
Welcome to my holiday home, at this special time of year
If there's no one to love you, we have plenty to spare
A haven is waiting, where somebody cares
Please come in and warm up, ....now hang your coat there....
Welcome to my holiday home, at this special time of year