Long Pullover Poems
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Destination,
Tampa
a college party
we arrive
Finally!!
Carrying
Coors Light 30 pack
cans
already,
my mind is far from right
USF
a theme party
throwback middle school
dance
I'm focused
WOW
standing in front of me
"hey"
"I really like those pants."
having to remember
what i wore in eighth
grade
came with such difficulty
i wore something home made
A
knitted
pullover
vest
black
over a
Fruit Of the Loom
white tee
white gold,
rested
on my chest
and Ralph Lauren
blue jeans
beer pong,
card games
bikinis galore
pink, white thongs
crazy insane
what was in store
staggeringly
Drunk,
half naked
colligiates dancing
with intoxicated grace
inhibitions
not tonight
I stayed
all through
the night
danced with
many females
Alright
my next destination,
Naples
i must leave
at first light
While living in Florida i ventured to beaches, resorts, college dorm parties, and all out
mayhem.. this is just one of many tales....... This was definitely a VIVA Vacation....
It takes two to tango,
as they say.
It also takes two
to road rage.
It sure is fun watching
two insane,
out-of-control knuckleheads
zigzag aggressively
on the highway
with their driver windows down;
honking their car horns,
screaming
vile obscenities back and forth!
Classy guys exchanging "bird flips"
as they chase each other down;
both angry enough
to run each other off the road,
if they ever end up
side by side!
Can you imagine
being caught up in that craziness?
Two banshees on steroids;
funny considering
one can't understand the other.
That's exactly how to communicate!
In the midst
of all the chaotic madness,
me and you; two safe drivers
sharing the road with two idiots
without a care in the world
about the safety of others;
completely oblivious
they're also playing Russian Roulette
with their own lives.
Neither of the two
possessing the presence of mind
to simply disengage
and turn down the heat
before it spells disaster!
Do not tailgate
these uncivilized loons.
Pullover to the shoulder,
or better yet,
take the next exit to safety.
Date written: 05/03/2020
BANG
BANG
BANG
A repeated rapping on my door..
Weary eyed and drowsy,
I lost my balance and met the floor.
BOOM
BOOM
BOOM
"Open up you lazy bum, open your door!!"
I gather myself after the fall,
stumbling into the wall.
It took me a while, but I reached my goal.
"About time"
my friend said ..
He wanted to hit the strip club.
Depressed from lost love.
Hungry,
with the sex munchies,
reluctantly,
I gave in.
I get dressed like a female
so it took some time.
I had to grease my braids,
cover with a plastic cap,
to shower..
Shave my face...
What to wear?
as I stand naked and stare.
I chose a white long sleeved under shirt
Ralph Lauren jeans.
A red pullover vest,
strapped silver around my neck,
With high top Jordan's on my feet.
Red,
To match my attire.
Tie my Durag tight,
white,
covered by my NY cap,
red.
which I had bought the day before.
I am big on my appearance.
We started the night of right,
put something funky in air.
Alcoholic mixed drinks,
This is how we prepare.
Glossy eyed and tipsy,
pear shaped booties everywhere.
Short mini skirts,
spaghetti straps,
and stiletto's.
Chances to flirt,
inspired and relaxed,
my confidence grows!!
another one night stand,
perhaps....
I dance!!!!
Jared Pickett
1/23/2010
Asavvy1
These past few months have brought change
during the covid-19 outbreak all over
some of these changes been good others bad
personally, it's been like a new pullover
Like any new garment, it smells so fresh
so this lockdown situation is so new
no need to rush about, having time to ponder
doing what you want to do even to chew
Being retired now for some years past
been doing my own thing has been neat
movement has been curtailed to get about
that's been a disadvantage not able to meet
Some plus marks I've really enjoyed
reading books and writing more by far
also, listen to my favourite music too
made this time quality far above par
Less cars road-bound means less pollution
noise reduction has meant all is quiet
but what was normal isn't anymore
will it be again? have we reached our share?
Your pullover in my bed, the plushie next to my head.
I loved you, I always knew, I'd do.
But in the end, you didn't love me too.
I followed you around like a puppy, blind of love.
While you tried to brush me off, even now I would die for you.
But you only needed three days to forget that once you loved me too.
We kissed us, we missed us, we stayed strong the whole time, thinking it would be fine.
We planned our kids, our wedding, our lives.
You kissed me while not loving me.
But have you really had the rights?
You couldn't look me in the eyes, not even calling me while you did the thing you thought was right.
But were you really right when you told me I wasn't the one you tried to find?
We shared stories, families, buddies, and love, just for you to rip my heart and all of it apart.
I wish I could tell to hate you, but I won't ever do, cause even now, I still love you.
ST. PAUL’S CATHEDRAL AND THE TRAMP
Thousands, perhaps millions of wily, desperate tramps have always been,
But this one far away across the seas was an unusual scene,
Lying on a slab of stone,
He had no existing home,
Thin, dirty and hungry, present in a place so pristine!
There are so many around and everywhere about,
But this tramp, above all others, no doubt stood out,
We saw him on holiday,
Whist on a trip to the UK,
T’was a man, couldn't’ tell alive or dead, but stout!
Where did we see this aging, neglected human being
At St. Paul’s Cathedral, in the foyer as you walk in,
Could see that he meant no harm
For inquisitive tourists, worked like a charm,
I felt awed by the spiritual presence of God, ever seeing.
Sunday, had gone to early mass, chilly put on our shawls
Humbled with its historic architecture and solid walls,
Princess Dianne married Prince Charles here,
She had no clue her funeral was near,
Forgetting everything, took part in mass in total enthral!
Heard angelic unbroken voices of pre-teen boys choir
Our family was spiritually enveloped, never been here prior,
We took our seats, no other noise,
Service ended with hymns from the boys
All dressed in rich red robes and outfits, ecclesiastical attire!
People permitted to walk around the cathedral, we saw tombs,
Royalty buried in this remarkable place, perhaps died with gloom,
History took place inside St. Paul's,
With its secret passages and halls,
And many controversial theological disputes solved in back rooms!
Remembered the tramp, was he OK, was he breathing,
Someone nudged him he didn’t move, another started her healing,
Were concerned, thought it should be reported,
He was dirty as soot, his hair knotted,
The tramp, nonchalantly sat up, stretched and disappeared, hymns singing!
Packets of food and milk were tucked in a corner,
And two blankets and a duvet, and an old pullover,
People from around and all the priests,
Saw he had essentials, no whisky treats,
The tramp was happy in his sanctuary like little Jack Horner.
CHEERS!
Jolly jubilant Jack Frost jogs on snow
Wonder of winter shows snow in white glow.
Fun of smooth ice-skating on snowy track
Children throwing snow balls in front or back.
Crisps of thin snowflakes flying out of grip
Knife of ice hits heart of winter too deep.
Dazzling Dahlia nodding abloom face.
Snowdrops though shy, gorgeous no less.
Severe chilled morning greets with fog and mist.
Woolen sweater, pullover, all in list.
Couple comes close in single comforter,
Embracing tight, pressed lips, not to chatter.
Winter enters in frolic festive mood
New Year to enjoy with sumptuous food.
Have fun, make merry, dance delight: Cheers.
Beat drum, sing in chorus, laugh loud, no tears.
01/08/19
Edited on 04/04/20
Third Place
'STRAND CHOICE Z' Contest by Brian Strand
Drooling along,
Every day.
No matter,
What people say!
My mother says," Shut your mouth! Your spewing drool all about!"
My father says, "I'm going to bed! No more drool on my head!"
My mouth is shut tight,
But the drool takes flight!
Over my lips,
Down my chin,
On my shirt,
Where it all soaks in!
I have a lavish style of dress,
Only the very best!
And if anyone is to check,
They know my clothes,
Due to the spatter of drool,
Across my shirt and under my nose!
I'm the only one with drool splattered clothes.
As everyone knows,
The boy who drools,
Wears the best clothes!
Once I went to work,
For a company that makes pullover shirts.
They had to test,
Which material was best!
To absorb the least sweat.
So, my drool has paid off,
Now I wear a new shirt every day,
With drool dropping every which way!
In the meantime,
I used my brain,
Started a company with shirts that don't stain.
Appearing cold Winter
with bold steps to enter.
Snow in ivory flakes
Skating on frozen lake.
Enjoying warm milkshake.
Ice drops glistening on bare log.
Well covered guys walk with barking dog.
Jack Frost free frolic jump and jog.
No weariness even on mist and fog.
Snow drops hide themselves behind hedge.
Reindeer pulling Santa Clause’s sledge.
All cherish Christmas cake Veg or Non Veg.
All on a sudden snow storm to outrage.
Most severe to endure cold in old age.
On dazzling sunny day, under Sun
On snowy field children run.
Throwing snow balls is great fun.
Bakery selling hot bread and hot nun.
Nodding heads Chrysanthemum
In Church singing hymn beating drum.
With woollen pullover, baby in pram.
Sweet heart, I wish warmth perfect.
Please come under same blanket.
Every mother is a woman,
But not every woman is a mother.
Womanhood is by virtue of the sculptor's mould,
But Motherhood is a sweet-bitter Journey for special trekkers.
So I knew a man who was a mother,
And a woman whose door was shut forever, yet could boast of a generation..
Because though she lacked a fertile land, she could make fruits out of seeds...
I know a mother
In her dehydrated state, she quenches my thirst,
From winter's cage ,she hands over her pullover to me,
From that desert without Oasis, she rains tears each time drought bedevils me on that ground where imbibition could occur,
In her tattered self, she slumps down on both knees ,gazes at the sky till the star touches my life...
You know a mother
Let me lend you my ink....
Happy mother's day to every Mother out there... God bless you