she wears the latest fads
regardless of her moods
mix and matching as per all the rules
wouldn’t want to get it wrong
as she parades across
the catwalk of her days
i’m not so fancy
i stand at her side
in my favourite carefree pullover
my simple plain old leggins and
my wool socks curled over hiking boots
i may not be sophisticated but
it's undeniable that i'm
comfortable in my own skin
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Categories:
shabby, confidence, fashion, identity, perspective,
Form: Free verse
the found map led me to an
asymmetrical doorway, created by an artesian
I wondered at the builder as I approached
the boards were placed diagonally
skillset many carpenters have not mastered
I knew now I was dealing with a professional
the knocker was a bit off-kilter, which amused me.
the brickwork looked a bit random also.
who created this wall? This door?
the paint was not fresh, there were bits of ivy.
A quaint shabby chic look.
I could not wait to meet the occupant.
Categories:
shabby, house,
Form: Free verse
the writer’s words were shoddy
slipshod, shabby, sloppy, sleazy
but many readers liked his style
his work was elevated by his followers
who bought everything that he wrote
enjoying it, because they understood it
not connoisseurs of literature,
but appreciators of familiar, ordinary, common text
with uncomplicated characters and familiar plots
Categories:
shabby, word play,
Form: Alliteration
her tabby wasn't shabby
purring
petting
preening
probing
her purring pussy craved petting peeps,
preening herself fine, probing so deep.
connie pachecho
3/11/17
Categories:
shabby, beauty, cat, humor,
Form: Tyburn
Shabby old Shoes
Who would want to walk in my shoes?
They are ragged shabby and worn
I have walked life’s road in these shoes
And their travels have left them torn.
You have heard the expression many times
About walking a mile in my shoes?
Will I am here to let you know
If you tried you would have them removed
I need a new pair of shoes
Some not so ragged and torn
From walking the road of life
They’ve been on since I was born
I need a new road to follow
One without so many rough spots
That cause me so much heartache
That I just have to stop.
I would like to see some greener grass
And some sunshine on a field of clover
Instead of all the thunder clouds
Pouring rain and doubts all over
Who would like to walk in my shoes?
There is not a single soul
I have walked life’s road in these shoes
And the road has made them old.
But when I get a new pair of shoes
That lead down a different road
I will take off my shabby old shoes
And walk with love on streets of gold.
Connie Moore
10/31/13
Categories:
shabby, heaven,
Form: Rhyme