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Categories:
oxfords, adventure, wisdom,
Form: Free verse
Dressing Up
David J Walker
Dressed as if the place was packed
Stacked
With men and women dressed from
Racked
Expressions of power and success
Red power tie
Blue blazer
Black oxfords
Black dress
Low cut slow
To the
Silver pearls below
Daring to show
Enough to know
what you are missing
And stilettos if you dare
Draped
And faked
Dressed
But going nowhere
Important
Hiding
Biding time
Siding
With the 401K crowd
Direct deposits
Adding up
While dressing up
Categories:
oxfords, allegory, work,
Form: Rhyme
Lasting Forever
David J Walker
On the first morning
After a lifetime of making a living
I can only think of leaving
the Army
And how empty
I felt left and on my own at 21
The days of OD Green or Khaki’s and
Especially Class A’s
Were all done
I remember thinking three years
would last forever
Now
The Blue Blazer- Red Tie uniform hung
By my gray pants over the shiny black Oxfords
That were worn … uniformly
With a starched white button-down shirt
For forty years
Are a source of silent memories
It appears
I am no longer authorized
To wear the disguise
Of an educated worker
I remember thinking forty years
would last forever
Categories:
oxfords, allegory,
Form: Rhyme
I am thinking of you, Kerouac.
As I always do
when the leaves start to fall,
For that’s when I first fell for you
many years ago.
You lit my fire and spit me into myself, ready to tackle
Each branch of myself.
Aching to view each night through a poet’s eye,
And connect the dots uniquely under the violet sky.
Oh kerouac, please, you know you’re the reason
For my slacks and my oxfords and my cigarettes.
You’re the reason I chase, the reason I search
For a worn out America all covered in dust.
Breathe you in with the tea I smoke, sip you up
Desperately like gas station wine,
Flipping through your pages like I’ve run out of time.
You’ve been with me here and you’ve been with me there
to aid me in scoping out the strange and bizarre.
Though I never met you I feel like I did
Sweet Jack my boy, I am sending you kisses and wishes
From the living to the dead.
Categories:
oxfords, appreciation, inspiration, muse, tribute,
Form: Free verse
Show them what rebellion means,
wear your blue faded denim jeans
halfway down your sexy ****
showing off your free swingin boxers.
Feel a breeze in the crotch down at the knees,
take a step and watch them jeans botch
sliding down to your oxfords.
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towards two left feet
with the beat of the music,
glide and bend down with a thud
and pick them up sexy stud.
Start all over again; it happens quite fast.
5/31/2018
inspired by Andrea Dietrich, "Jiggle pants dance"
Categories:
oxfords, clothes,
Form: Lyric
The Internet On a Sunday Evening
Fall hollyhocks hug adobe walls;
Sun streaks in purple mountain canyons,
Stars as bright as chips of sun,
Beckon me to my childhood home.
Cottonwoods shedding on sidewalks;
Winds blowing sands and tumble weeds;
Though tall trees are now my lovers,
I still long for and remember these.
Playing in ravines at sunset;
Painting faces and horses on rocks;
Singing songs from nickel song sheets;
Scuffing oxfords and bright white socks.
Your eyes meeting my eyes in our morning pledge;
Neath the flag before settling in class.
I see on the internet you’re gone now.
Oh, this Sunday evening will pass.
Categories:
oxfords, longing, nostalgia,
Form: Free verse
Just Remembering
In a corner in her garden, sun hat leaning,
Traffic white noise backgrounded,
Sara dozes and dreams of life long ago
When she was young, so young.
She is dancing the jitterbug, Glenn Miller playing,
Baby sister peeking through French doors,
And then she has a flash of Mother cooking,
Boiling water for tea in a blue galvanized pan.
In her reverie she recalls broomstick skirts,
Saddle oxfords and beanies, and then
“Ma Perkins,” and “Stella Dallas” and “The Shadow knows,”
At night on a veneered radio.
There were “Fireside Chats” comforting from the President,
“Don’t Sit Under the Apple Tree,” and that Harbor of Pearl,
Nickel song sheets to sing by, a piano player in the dime store,
Cotton and wool for home-sewn clothes, nothing more.
Picture shows for “necking” on the very back row;
Betty Davis, Peter Lorre and Greenstreet,
Love glances to the grocery store boy,
Ten cents for bread the excuse.
Stars were brighter then, days were sunny, too
Hope lived eternal “in that human breast”
Where now a breeze blows ‘cross wrinkled old cheeks,
And she rests, rests, rests.
Categories:
oxfords, high school, memory, nostalgia,
Form: Free verse
I didn’t grow up wearin' no wandering shoes.
No, I didn’t grow up wearin' no wandering shoes.
Mostly I just stayed at home, didn’t have no urge to roam.
I didn’t grow up wearin' no wandering shoes.
I didn’t wanna leave my neighborhood.
No, I didn’t wanna leave my neighborhood.
But my friends married, moved away; no gal asked for me to stay.
I felt it time to leave my neighborhood.
(Chorus)
I didn’t loaf around in loafers,
But I snuck around in sneakers.
I marched around in Corc’rans lotsa klicks.
Spit-shined a dozen oxfords.
Once knew some secret passwords.
Now I’m slowly limping towards the River Styx.
I didn’t wanna travel round the world.
No, I didn’t wanna travel round the world.
Each three years I signed the lines, lived in Europe sev’ral times.
I kinda liked a trav'lin' round the world.
(repeat chorus)
I found I rather liked those wandering shoes.
I found I rather liked those wandering shoes.
Met a gal in Paris, France; we hooked up and took a chance.
Eventually I tossed those wandering shoes.
(repeat chorus to fade)
Categories:
oxfords, age, community, life, soldier,
Form: Lyric
Slide-out Coke machines
Bubble gum baseball cards
Superman/Batman comics
Full service gas stations
25 cents a gallon
Dial phones
AM radio
Fats Domino
Black & white TV
Rabbit-ear antennae
Three channels
I Love Lucy
Drive-in movies
Double dating
Drive-in diners
10 cent hot dogs
Saddle Oxfords
Penny Loafers
Vacation bible school
Homemade playgrounds
Barefoot summers
A dollar was a fortune...
No cable
No Internet
No cell phones
No problem...
Categories:
oxfords, nostalgia,
Form: List
Oxfords alteSchleusen
Das Gurgeln des Wassers am Abend
Sonst nur noch Stille
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Old locks of Oxford
Gurgling of water at sundown
Otherwise only silence
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Presas antiguas de Oxford
El gorgoteo del agua en la noche
Por lo demás sólo silencio
Categories:
oxfords, nostalgia
Form: Haiku
The last days of summer sigh,
breathe out slowly.
Summer colors fade.
Mercurochrome leaves-
burnt orange and lemon yellow-
mimic the colors in my new wool sweater.
Liquid saffron autumn light
filtered through the trees,
remind me of other days
filled with envy.
Me in plain brown oxfords,
skirt not quite in style,
hand-me-down dresses,
coat from Woolworth.
Brown bag lunch.
Meat loaf sandwich.
Embarrassing milk in a pint jar,
lid screwed onto waxed paper.
Academic IQ..Honor Roll,
Social IQ: Dumb as a post.
I'm so shy, I'm speechless,
and just a little overweight.
While princesses in white buck Spauldings,
dyed-to-match sweater sets,
swish crinolines under grey poodle skirts,
flip their perfect page boy haircuts.
They meet in the cafeteria,
to dine on Jello and cottage cheese,
a dollop of mayonaise on top;
to discuss the latest fashion and
who is "going steady" with whom.
Categories:
oxfords, nostalgia, autumn,
Form: I do not know?