I am woman hear me roar
Helen Reddy
1970's
I cannot hear it often enough
The NOW movement
She has unwittingly penned the feminist anthem
I think it is in the bag
To this day
I cannot believe women stopped the Equal Rights Amendment.
I listen to this record and I am awed
Every single time
Picturing Helen Reddy singing it
Wearing her pantsuit,
Showing us we can be powerful
Bringing us into the throes of the equality battle
Giving me hope
She would love seeing where Kamala Harris is now....
Categories:
pantsuit, america, music, usa,
Form: Free verse
King of the runway in my Christian Dior pantsuit
Accessories as well right down to the boots
Not a well known fact
These designs fill my racks
A poet of sophistication in this limerick loupe
Categories:
pantsuit, sensual,
Form: Limerick
Twirling in cottons of pinks yellows and blue
Prom red satin slides in, so shiny and new
Followed by linen, stark, stiff and tannish white
Black holds her essence back, saving herself for the night
Whirling in wonder the materials swirl
Laughing at the closets of frayed fabrics that curl
Yellows in a stack down the hall ready to be quilted
Some of the shabbier cottons are practically wilted
The fabrics are laughing at each other’s flaws
Bullies on fire, so glad none have jaws
Instead of supporting, they tear polyester apart.
Not realizing even she is a lost pantsuit art.
I dare not peek in the sewing room,
For they are nasty and mean.
They make fun of each other.
Each one thinks she is queen.
The fabrics are nasty, back-biting and bad.
Maybe the worst textures I have ever had.
I enter cautiously, hoping to fix them, to make them play right.
Black holds her essence back, saving herself for the night
Categories:
pantsuit, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Satin makes people look corpulent and shiny.
Silk is my material of choice.
Except it has to be dry-cleaned.
And it is never the same after a grease spot.
Hand me that polyester pantsuit please.
And a bib.
Categories:
pantsuit, silly,
Form: Light Verse
slithering through a suffragette smattering
the serpentine has no shoulder
on which to give
or have taken
piggyback rides through pantsuit criterion
so certainly lacks the same of which to dry witch salt tears with
whirling up and around then down up her ankle
thick thick thigh
deliciously dry coconut shunt
lipstick cracking
open pistachio shells
bravo to the mercenaries!
at least the split is red enough to pull the lever
and
spill how
women got their seat
at the
baccarat table
Categories:
pantsuit, culture, women, word play,
Form: Free verse
King of the runway in my Christian Dior pantsuit
Accessories as well right down to the boots
Not a well-known fact
These designs fill my racks
A poet of sophistication in this limerick loupe
Categories:
pantsuit, sensual,
Form: Limerick
This is a Rondine in pentameter
Never say never my darling Betty.
I think past sweet words have been a good start
and know they’re ingress to a woman’s heart
Would you like to rest on this soft settee,
there is no danger its firm and steady.
Gospel truth, in pantsuit you look so smart.
Never say never.
I saw you, dear, at Tavern Gramercy.
In Effie Silk Dress you were piece of art,
I could have torn your lucky date apart.
The Maitre d' had your table ready
Never say never.
Categories:
pantsuit, desire,
Form: Rhyme
I'm the king of the ball in my Christian Dior pantsuit
With accessories by Donald and Goofy in cahoots
Not a well known fact
Their designs fill the racks
Of poets and poetesses here on the Soup
Categories:
pantsuit, fun,
Form: Limerick
Hectic Than Lethargic
Hillary said that writing her
new book was cathartic like
me writing my poems.
After things had really become hectic,
Learned I looked like I was lethargic;
Been inevitable;
Forgot vegetable;
Writing my poems can be cathartic.
Jim Horn
When Hillary Wore A Pantsuit
When Hillary Wore A Pantsuit
When Hillary was around my heart would pound
Wanted to hear voice having a soft sweet sound
And fell in love as soon as I saw fluttering eyes
Surely within them there would never be no lies.
Saw her fine lips and them so often had tasted
Now not a second in time wanted to be wasted
Always desired presence close and near to me
So what I then did was to marry her instantly.
Time flew by while I wondered where it went
Next thing I knew she had become President
And of all evil I finally found its terrible root
It was when Hillary was wearing a pantsuit.
Ho Ho Hum Jim Horn
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2016
Categories:
pantsuit, allegory, analogy,
Form: Limerick
She would be queen, oh if indeed she could
after all, she's been where others stood.
So in control of e-mail trolls
she believes herself far better in the know.
The queenly rule is not just a presentable display
as her silent king makes hanky panky in the hay.
She's stern and forceful, once secretary of state
keeping her close inner secrets on her plate.
A pantsuit-wearing globe-trotter
with a desired rule set on her blotter.
But be sure she can be over cautious
quite averse to taking risk for fear of losses.
Negotiate she did and will
but haven't we already taken the same bitter pill?
Too many historic clans
hold the path to freedom's stand
Just two hundred years have come
the dynasty and monarchy never seems undone
They return and take control again
and to the power throne ascend.
Categories:
pantsuit, allegory, political,
Form: Rhyme
When Hillary Wore A Pantsuit
When Hillary was around my heart would pound
Wanted to hear voice having a soft sweet sound
And fell in love as soon as I saw fluttering eyes
Surely within them there would never be no lies.
Saw her fine lips and them so often had tasted
Now not a second in time wanted to be wasted
Always desired presence close and near to me
So what I then did was to marry her instantly.
Time flew by while I wondered where it went
Next thing I knew she had become President
And of all evil I finally found its terrible root
It was when Hillary was wearing a pantsuit.
Ho Ho Jim Horn
Categories:
pantsuit, allegory, analogy, humorous,
Form: Couplet
Andrea and Great Good Looks
About convention what we were realizing
Have never heard of anyone moralizing
Like women teachers wearing bright buckle
In pantsuit reading my poems and chuckle.
Why cover up beauty with some sun glasses
And eat pancakes with sulfur and molasses
Knowing her smile sure seems so sweet
Mouth with kiss her husband likes to meet.
So what else is there left I can now say
Except by poems husband was blown away
And after he had read them by the books
Each one was about her great good looks.
Husband has to be laughing at this poem by now.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran, Poet and Old You Know what
Categories:
pantsuit, humorous,
Form: Couplet
Great and So Robust Horn Limerick
She was really great and so robust;
Forever after her I want to lust;
Dream of mine who is really cute;
Looks great in skirt or a pantsuit;
But me with our money does not trust.
Right dear!!!
Jim Horn
Categories:
pantsuit, happy, humorous, , cute,
Form: Limerick
Route of All Evil
Don't like being late
Pay my bills hate to wait
Which they obligate.
Must be better way
For my bills having to pay
I have day by day.
Heard some people shout
What we want is a handout
Will no longer pout.
Now can pay my bills
Even throw in a few thrills
They added welfare.
Was it really fair
No one no longer does care
Hard for them to bare.
Many moan and groan
We want to be left alone
Have job of their own.
To straighten out mess
Relieving all of the stress
Put on a new dress.
Evil has a root
When you will wear a pantsuit
Even if old coot.
She had been hell bent
On being next President
God to us had sent.
Had all of her charms
When welcomed with open arms
We do with school marms.
This whole thing ought to
Prove to be quite interesting
With Bill in the wings.
Ho Ho Jim Horn
Categories:
pantsuit, allegory, analogy, political,
Form: Haiku
~Ann and Andy Drogynous~
(sung to the tune of ‘Mister and Mississippi’)
She would wear a pantsuit
He wore a pink beret
Ann and Andy Drogynous
Had a neuter way.
I’d love to have their bathroom
My odor would improve
Their towels could be hanging
As paintings at the Louvre.
Oh, he would do the ironing,
Her hair does need a comb.
Ann and Andy Drogynous
Re-modeled my old home.
Until I heard them talking
I thought that he was she
Ann and Andy Drogynous
Sang alto with a glee.
He’ll be watching ‘Housewifes’
While she field dresses deer
He’ll be eating tofu
And she’ll be drinking beer.
Oh, he would do the ironing,
Her hair does need a comb.
Ann and Andy Drogynous
Re-modeled my old home.
Categories:
pantsuit, funnyold, hair, old,
Form: Rhyme
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