Oh, to live the life of a fashion faux pas
Cursed by the anathema of dress codes
Choosing blindly the closest hanger
The shirt on top of the pile
That lonely pair of shoes
Hidden amid
Those “too comfortable” to toss
Ratty sneakers and feral boots
Jeans that had holes
Before it became fashionable
T-shirts that mumble comments
In a far corner a shirt with a collar
A lonely pair of pants with a crease
A tie that has been in and out several times
A quiet sports fan he wears no logos
Although he roots loudly
Alone in a drawer somewhere
Are the many attempts at “conversion”
Sweaters, pullovers, and a few
Extremely “elegant” Christmas monstrosities
He wears jackets older than his children
Believing that fraying is the fashion statement
Of the flannel nation
Everyone knows that if he takes the children out
They are coming back dirty
With a new bruise or band-aid to brag about
His granddaughter once asked:
“Papa, why’d you wear that!”
He replied: “cuz it was on top”
Categories:
pullovers, clothes, fashion, fun, humor,
Form: Free verse
Bananas and bicycles
pullovers and pears
armchairs with attitude
and cutlery that cares
gum trees and giggles
seaweed and snouts
desserts with detachment
and porridge that pouts
mink coats and mountains
water and winks
toes with tenacity
and silence that thinks
I encounter these things
adrift in my dreams
hugging tight
a pillow that screams.
Categories:
pullovers, dream,
Form: Rhyme
Help me get through this, Mr. Therapist,
I want to know if there's something I missed;
I'd been transported to heaven for de-briefing,
it was remarkable that they'd even let me in.
You didn't think that it existed, did you?
to your chagrin, you were forced into a queue,
you're going to enjoy this, whether you like or not,
all of a sudden, your hypocratic oath you forgot.
All the things you liked seemed to be there,
flowers with a smell, the opposite of hell, yeh,
dad and mom wearing pullovers, happy with rollovers,
holding hands and smiling, like starstruck lovers.
They said: 'We've been watching you son, our protege,
now you can explain why you came out gay.'
Categories:
pullovers, gender, heaven, psychological,
Form: Sonnet
We know knitters knit wool from skeins,
and when wet, us the wearer complains,
for our pullovers shrink,
and so this made me think,
why don't sheep ever shrink when it rains?
Categories:
pullovers, riddle,
Form: Limerick
STAR PEOPLE
they have strange heads
these STAR people
pointy top, pointy ears,
double pointy chins.
all their clothes are button-ups,
no pullovers for this crowd,
they wear “dunce” caps
bearing the icons
of their favorite planets.
water beds are definitely out,
cuddling is a bit iffy,
no resting your chins on your hands,
and – never, never, ever react
with a Homer Simpson “DUH!”
headstands are a no-no
unless break dancing or
planting shrubs.
They are vampire-like
in their habits
only venturing out at night
and then only when
the sky is clear.
When given a chance
they will always shine,
greeting you with a
twinkle in their eyes.
They often sing this little ditty
“human light
not so bright
don’t ask me for
a wish tonight”
12/15/2015
submitted to – Star People – Poetry contest
sponsor – Anthony Slausen
Categories:
pullovers, humor, silly, stars,
Form: Free verse
I like to wear hoodies.
They keep me warm.
I own no coat.
I almost always have a hoodie on
Sometimes even in the summer.
Hoodies make me feel better,
Its like a shield.
It makes me feel a little less insecure
It can also serve as a comfy pillow
I love hoodies.
I wear the hood to hide from humanity,
To go off into my own little world.
Hoodies are great.
They come in zip ups and pullovers.
Heavy and thin
And various colors.
I love hoodies.
Categories:
pullovers, me, love, me,
Form: Free verse