Long Leggings Poems

What’s fair is fair

I walked into Macys Department Store the other day
thinking I’d buy a few items for the summer
I entered on the first floor and was met by
counter after counter of cosmetics and perfume
with...

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She smirked 
With a remarkable resemblance 
To Miranda Richardson 
Playing Elizabeth the First

Just as soon as I can bump off 
My new Sister-in-Law
Korporate Kate 
That two bit Sloan 
It shall be I who is 
Next...

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Learning to Love Myself

Slowly, very slowly, am I coming to terms with how I look
My double-chinned face, my flabby arms, my stomach.
I think to myself that these are things I shouldn’t be allowed to have
because...

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Rubber lover, Zipperella, 
is not a brother or a fella. 
He has false tits and kitten heels, 
not a chest and ankles made of steel 


His spiky rubber bag is old, 
cleverly patched with a...

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My poem is patterned after John Crowe Ransom's "Blue Girls." I suppose you could call it a parody. His poem appears below mine.


Styling in your leggings, wildly designed,
Strutting to classes in your modern schools— 
While...

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My Fetish. I adore you.
                              ...

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So many days later and these days have now turned into years so much so that it looks like time is turning grey

She is the good to balance out my bad so one could say...

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Clear skies, children’s laughter, old lawn chairs line the street, people wearing giant shamrocks,
Leprechaun leggings, rainbow shirts, fluffy green skirts trimmed in white lace, the smell of ham hocks.
Excitement mounts, people crane their necks, for...

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It was 29° (f) degrees this morning with a waning gibbous (¾) moon. Still, as we started our run, it was dark enough that the world was rendered in black and white. Lisa was a...

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Taped to the door’s plexiglass pane, a portrait
Of a Savior with ardent heart burning
Sunlight invades with the turning of hinges
Untethering the hospitality of Tony, the lone waiter
His Brazilian arms are swinging doors, open to embrace
He...

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I broke my personal record for days alive yesterday. Yea me. I feel great today. This morning I swear my hair looked shinier and more lustrous and there’s the slightest glow to my skin. I’m...

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Purple Butterflies and Raindrops on Roses

Open my eyes. See the window covered in tiny beads of wet. Hear the raindrops on roses that line the building.  That isn't right. Why can I hear the...

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What does it mean
To be brave?
I ask myself this as I cascade
Coffee, pour the coffee
Overloading vacant round things
With handles that are supposed to make it easier
Make it so much more easier.. Then it seems
Supposedly 
Burning...

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Daddy! 
You had to drive me to school everyday and pick me up.
I was only six and we had noschool buses.

One wintry afternoon, I came out, a blizzard whirled all about.
Wearing no boots or leggings,...

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Women over 50 are Invisible
(according to one source)

But…isn’t that a superpower?

Please don’t notice me
wearing the same black leggings
three days in a row
Content to sit on my couch
trash t.v., pumpkin pie breakfast
Don’t listen to me
imitate British...

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'Twas the night before Christmas and Santa's a wreck ... trying to fill poetry Soup poets their wishes,  

There’s Caren Krutsinger, who’s is going bonkers because  School was cancelled and A phone is...

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What Goes Unseen

A gnome sits by the pantry,
Watching the in’s and out’s of wares,
Thinking how it all may be his.

Meanwhile, the sprites 
   take over the living-room, 
Misplacing  and mussing 
 ...

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The day I saw you, I was made to understand that I am naive,
My long gown with a hair tie that looks like that of Magdalena I was wearing was said to be archaic,
Come out...

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NOTE-Right now Scotland is suffering it's worsed winter since 1963.The severe 
weather has put the whole country at a stand-still..... 



Polar bears in kilts, it's now minus fifteen.
Ice cube cars and wellies and our frozen...

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The Lady



In a town that stretches eleven blocks
There is a girl who walks just on one side.
She peeps into seven stores
Along her way. 
Just on one side of town.
There is the other side, of course.
She...

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Please Pogo music, wake me up. The night, now reduced to warm laptop light, is inching toward dawn. I pray to the patron saints of writers - is it Neri or Ávila? Whichever is on...

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A store that only sells leggings.
What?  How is this even possible?
In this economy? What would keep it in business?
Serious, this is as ridiculous as a store that only sells
Mickey Mouse stamp pads.  ...

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Looking at you, they feel lust;
lust for the curves they say you flaunt.
The silver lining visible through your deep neck.
The perfect waist they say,
you show in those tightly fitting kurtis.
Those slender legs they stare at,
during...

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The "Hi" That He Remembers


With spontaneous playfulness,
her smooth leggings glided 
through a swirling pile of leaves 
across the high school sidewalk, 
kicking them skyward

with wide, graceful strides. 
Other movements would have 
distracted me, as leaves...

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September 6-   date for returning to school,
I am going to embrace it with joy;
grateful and ready to accept each rule,
and ev'ry experience . . . girl and boy.
I inform mom that I...

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