This poem is penned to my sartorial self,
about wardrobe clothes on the rail or the shelf,
replica football shirts, too tight, too small,
threadbare cord trousers, I don’t wear at all,
now for recycling with all the rest,
while saving my smart shoes and suit just for best,
too many old clothes that I’ll never wear,
though some could be fixed with a minor repair,
soon I’ll be whistling a different tune,
when I sort my wardrobe out, some day quite soon,
into black bin bag with labels on top,
I’ll be best friends with the charity shop.
Categories:
sartorial, 10th grade, clothes, humor,
Form: Rhyme
Inside my wardrobe: lots of ties,
some jackets, shirts and trousers too
(we won't go into just what size!)
Categories:
sartorial, clothes,
Form: Rhyme
bomber jacket, dark glasses
blown out hair,
faded jeans that fit me slim,
brown leather belt and shoes,
a dangling cigarette between lips,
is how I would fancy look!
Reality is something else,
and what I look is more like this…
A T shirt straight out of wash,
never seen the underside of iron,
crumpled to show how the machine spins!
trousers broad fit that struggle to stay
at the waist, with a belt that fails to grip,
the colours of these never match,
and the shoes are ones that were
quick to reach, and the result is a
riot of disagreeable colours!
who cares!!! That is me!
When I walk, my wife walks with me
separated by a hundred feet,
with her impeccable attire that
compliments every fraction of her,
with lipsticks to match!!
Style of clothing do not make a man
but they seem to make a woman!
Reality of life is mismatch of things,
that we learn to love and to live with!
That is why we have been married years!!
our distances in clothes is bridged by
our deep understanding and love for
each other! And when this love really
gets to work- we often discard our clothing!!
Categories:
sartorial, clothes, cute love, deep,
Form: Free verse
What's this we have here?
Second hand?
No, worn out? Eco friendly.
Sure, the color's fading some
But for the grade
It's not too spendy
And it's versatile
Though it doesn't change
Not affected much by where it hangs
Around
Been through the wash a couple times
So I bet if you take it down
You'll find the fiber's tough
Despite the gentle feel
Threaded thick enough to warm you
While being cool enough for mass appeal
And thus often a-ddressed
Though I think you'll find it’s just as satisfying
To give it a rest
(And I'm sorry for the rhyming)
Categories:
sartorial, character, clothes, cool, environment,
Form: Rhyme
Solid denim
torn at the knee
dark hues of cotton
comfortable as can be
tears from the loving
of horses' gentle pull
stains where
children's hearts were full
A hint of reds
purples and greys
eclectic and simple
depends on the day
Easy the flow
strong are the seams
a small touch of color
smell of lavender when cleaned
Fancy it's not
though dribbles of strife
wares of this wardrobe
express a simple life.
Categories:
sartorial, clothes, color, i am,
Form: Rhyme
Pairs of casual uniforms
To make work days in with the norms
Polo shirts in greens and blues
To jive with the earthly hues
Artful shirts in black and white
Tone that's pleasing to the sight
Simple wears, so calm to see
Bring the young days to memory
Wears of new and wears of old
Fun memories are always gold
I always keep those old to last
They give me glimpse of faded past
Levi's jeans of seventies
Bring the dawning memories
Of the times when world was right
We needed not much for the night
Wears in simple, wears in plain
Grooming plainly is a gain
Gold and diamond, not a fad
For in bronze, I shall be glad
Categories:
sartorial, fashion,
Form: Rhyme
SARTORIAL SELF-PORTRAIT
Even as a young man,
I dressed just like my dad.
‘Clothes are what defines you,’
Was a saying my mother had.
But now I’ve retired from the city,
Perhaps it’s time to break free.
So I’m looking through my wardrobe
To find out what defines me.
Here’s a row of pin-striped suits,
Three-piece, in the main.
With waistcoats with a pocket,
For a watch on the end of a chain.
And now the shirts, all white of course,
With collars that detach.
Long sleeves with fancy cuff links
And a smart tie pin to match.
There’s a lingering smell of moth balls
As I move along the rails.
Especially in the section
Where I keep my top hat and tails.
Even at home I wear a tie,
Though, to help me to relax,
I have a long-sleeved cardigan
And a pair of well-cut slacks.
But, right at the end, in a cover,
To make sure it doesn’t fade,
A memory of a brief interlude,
When I wasn’t quite so staid.
A reminder of my salad days,
When I lived life with a passion.
I’ve kept those flares for fifty years,
In case they come back in fashion.
Categories:
sartorial, character, clothes,
Form: Rhyme
I dress up every Sunday,
but only in my mind
My coat and tie in tattered shreds,
the past and future bind
To celebrate in peasant rags,
as memory dances free
Imagining in formal garb
—what only I can see
(Dreamsleep: May, 2022)
Categories:
sartorial, clothes,
Form: Rhyme