Long Sundress Poems
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It’s a warm afternoon in the spring,
And I’ve got plans for you.
So put on that beautiful blue sundress,
And meet me downtown by 2.
I’ll play by your rules,
I’ll do everything right.
Just tell me in my ear,
That you’ll hold me tonight.
I’ve been thinking of you all day,
And I’d love to take you out.
I want to show you that my love,
Is real, without a doubt.
We’ll walk holding hands,
And have lunch at our favorite place.
I’ll even take you to the bar upstairs,
Our favorite hiding place.
I’ve always been the stubborn one,
Never taking anyone’s advice,
But in this case, I’ll let it all go…
Just to hear say you’ll hold me tonight.
I’ve waited to see you all day long,
My heart has been skipping beats.
The feeling of your kiss,
My, my, my…. How soft and sweet.
So, wrap me in your arms when you see me,
Hold me close to you and don’t let go.
Tell me that I belong to you,
And watch as my love for you grows.
The sun begins to set,
Pull me close and hold me tight.
I’ve cancelled all my plans for you.
I want to be next to you tonight.
We’ll sip wine at home,
And snuggle close by the burning fire,
Being in your arms like this,
Is my one true desire.
And when you kiss me once again….
You send me straight to paradise,
The feeling of your love is so delight…
I want you to hold me close tonight.
Don’t let me go….
Even if I try and fight….
Just whisper in my ears “Be still….”
“And let me hold you tonight.”
Oh, my God, the thought of this…
It makes me yearn for you even more….
I’ve never had a love like this before.
I made a wish on a star,
Hoping it comes true with all my might,
So if you see me getting a little edgy,
Just whisper in my ear….
“Let me hold you tonight.”
I am never alive on a Smile's Journey
That is how I take pictures through views Spritually Presented
The Art through Her Eyes breathes rehabilitation into my wilted assurance
The Sun Shines reflecting perfectly in the Mirror of my Forward Motion
I swim in a sea of never before seen in scenes
that make make me feel a type of Serene
that positively effects the reilluminated sheen
that feels so invigorating, crisp and clean
The Beautification of the Waters Power of Upliftment is like YES!!!!!
in extraordinary snowflakes of Profound Exclamatories.....
She looks Alive in Her Resurrection Sundress,
and She sows the seeds of Light Renewed
Omission and oblivion are relatives of loneliness and misanthropy
Blue and grey are confidantes of depression and its lingering gloom
The blood of the Sky Blue Phoenix drops Tears of Innovative Healing
Life can be the cursive endoskeleton of the exoskeleton of a criminally unsen manuscript
As She Spins Benevolent Renovations in Her Resurrection Sundress.....
The Retuning Smiles
i see beneath pairs of almond-shaped, green leavess
On white fabric, flowers set with four heart-shaped petals,
The color of sun-kissed blueberries,
Decorating the smocked sundress of the pig-tailed toddler
.Hanging over the crook of her mother’s arm, and
With her dazzling, black eyes looking all around
For some reason to be let down
Just as I was passing by,
Happy to see a pretty little child. and say, “Hi!”
The way any older woman might,
Wishing to receive a second’s gift
From the beauteous youth of the child’s smile.
But, she leaned into her mom’s chest, shy, seeing me
Stand there, one hand eagerly waving along with
My saying, “What nice flowers all over your dress,”
Diverting her attention from me down to what she wore
— The bright hearts scattered over her knees,
Causing a slight smile as her head lifted,
Which I shared, showing her my own happy,
big, slightly giggling smile,
To which her mom leamed in to kiss
Her darling girl nose to nose, thus blessing
Away the shyness…so the little girl
Shifted to sitting tall on her mom’s elbow
To seriously size me up
for herself, eye to eye —
For some moments —
While I almost lost hope.
Until at last her creased lips started to part.
The corners of her mouth rose, showing
Her several front, white baby teeth,
Set to share her smile,
Elating me, so I announced loudly,
“How pretty you are smiling!”
But when i lifted my eyes to see
Her reaction to my gleeful words,
There was no child, nor mother there. Even
Gone was the street I assumed
I’d been walking along…
And neither had I been dreaming, but
Speaking as I had into the air beyond my bed.
I’d been hallucinating. Another instance lately
That comes out of the blue, while wide awake,
Likely caused by the prefacing of exhaustion and
horrid pain I sometimes feel
Crossing my sight and mind with a
Boosting interplay with people who’re likely to smile ~
Who come, then go.
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(c) sally young eslinger 2/25/23
Thanks be to
God…
There is an art to gardening
and it begins with a plan
a plan written in a note book
and created in my mind all winter long
with a vision of colorful flowers and greenery
swaying in the breeze
and bees and butterflies drifting
so, on a beautiful Spring day
in sundress, hat and gardening gloves
I gather all my tools and seeds and dreams
and start to dig and weed
but soon I need to take a break
and on the porch in the dappled sun
I am sipping lemonade
the plan forgotten . . .
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September 22, 2020
Poetry/Free Verse/The Art of Gardening
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1288-672-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Submitted to, COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE(14)
sponsor, Brian Strand
First Place
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ahhh yes
your figure in that sundress
it does not matter what color
it does not matter if you spent many a dollar
what matters is the fact that you feel good in your skin
i am enjoying your open waters myself, so please allow me to dive in
ahhh yes
your figure in that sundress
it so accentuates the essence of your vibe
your vibrant motions make me feel so alive
i love how you picked yourself up and set yourself free
i thank all sections of heaven that you grew to love me
ahhh yes
your figure in that sundress
i love how it compliments the radiance of your tone
as picturesque as you are in reality, there is no need for this camera phone
loving you is the best decision i have ever made in my life
right up there with it is asking you to be my wife....
Ah the sundress that I once owned
Bright yellow with pink roses adorned
It brought such pleasure to my heart
When I wore it and it set me apart
A very special memory it holds
Among its bright yellow folds
Its neck designed with tiny rose blooms
And a dash of an alluring perfume
I set out for a summer ball
With a dainty lace shawl
And there this dress played its lure
For I attracted my man for sure
Since then the dress has this magic pure
Used for every situation unsure
Kept among tissue and a lot of love
For my gals when they’ll be party doves
By Tahera Mannan
For Constance La France’s ‘Sundress’ contest.
The dress was white with flowered trim.
It flared widely from the hip.
I turned just as the camera clicked.
We were standing on the stern of the ship.
Auburn hair in bright sunlight,
a white sundress that flared.
Captured in the camera's eye
just that one moment shared.
I hate to have my picture taken
and will do my best to hide
but with ocean as the backdrop
I show that picture with pride.
So many years have gone since then.
My youth has gone as well.
It was a magical day on that ship
as the picture will surely tell.
~~Francine Roberts~~
for Constance's 'The Sundress' contest
p.s. the picture is on my blog
*GRANDMA WAITS IN THE GARDEN*
Hi grandpa, it's me again!
Your dentures sit in an open glass above the nightstand
Remember the tears grandma sang before she pass?
The way she looked into your eyes,
Moments before she said goodbye
Grandpa, I found a note from grandma,
She will always wait for you.
Hi grandpa, it’s me again!
The rocking chair is old and dusty
Remember the way grandma sat me on her lap?
Read many stories before I took a nap
How she enjoyed stroking my hair with her hands
I miss the way she rocked me to sleep every night
Hello, grandpa!
I stored your hearing aid away
Remember that special musical box in grandma's drawer?
I opened it last night, to watch the ballerina soar
I wish you could hear the tiny chimes grandma loved
I hope you don’t mind, I’m keeping grandma's favorite scarf
Hello, Grandpa!
I'm caressing grandma’s picture frame
Remember the way she looked in the yellow pretty sundress?
Grandpa, I miss the things grandmother did for you
Like the walking cane she handcrafted before she left
Hello, grandpa, it's me again!
My tears have soften now,
knowing you will soon see her again
Take your place with her in the sky
Please, say hi and give her a kiss
Tell her I miss her so much
I love you grandpa
~*~
three wicked moons ago, we flew to a halloween get-away
on the beach island frilled with dangling bouquets.” no
costumes , please”, the invitation loudly read.. so off i went,
the brood still washing their heads… in simple sundress, my eyes
kept singing la-la-la. the hall was empty, freaky lights went off. in a flick,
witches were brewing black, fangy cats... a lady gaga
spiking screams, then came a judas hanging on a centipede tree,
by the false door, tattooed skeletons dancing squeaky reggae.
suffocating in a terrorized room, i hollered,” where’s my family!!”
what a viciously naughty night! they were all dressed in
ghostly ghoul and goblin witchery, tickling my almost bare body
just behind me… oh well, it’s october’s time to slay the night
and i was the pawn, the surprised victim, crackling with nervous delight
( for paula swanson's halloween of years past)
When I woke today, all that could be seen was blackness.
The sun did not rise; it killed all my process.
Is it the worst damn day? I solemnly profess
Pull that blanket back over the stark, empty nothingness.
What's another day lost, laying here motionless?
You're still lying here next to me; the floor, still wearing your sundress.
Is this the best damn day? Of my life, head to feet, with emptiness.
Tangled in the void of these blankets and sheets, the two reignite passion, sharing our explosiveness.
Let's find that no other space suits us best; let's turn this overcast into our sunshine and happiness.