Shirts Poems

A Life in T-Shirts

Going through a closet,
I was quite surprised to find
Several shopping bags of t-shirts
That my son had left behind.

While looking at them, one by one,
I realized they portrayed
His entire growing up, through college,
Starting in first grade.

The school shirts featured P.S. 6,
Then Wagner Junior High,
With a special few from Stuyvesant,
Where high school years flew by.

Another group had

A Note To My Sartorial Self

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

Delker Manez

Then they sang to the Lovers
Lovers across the world
they sang to people who
were in love
those who wanted to be Love
and those who understood love
and being in Love

She sang
Lover who I desire
and wish a world to
envy
Love oh Love
with your mystic ways
Love adore me
with all thy ways

He sang
She who Loves me
with her temperamental ways
she who desires the

The Summer We Wore Matching Shirts

One summer I bought husband and I shirts that matched.
Not one or two, but rather ten or twelve, all thickly thatched.
We rode around in them puffed up, as if just hatched.
Looking like Tweedle Dee and Dumb, distorted, and insanely batched.

Clarke Now Washes His Shirts

Clarke now washes his trousers and shirts
And wants wife to be washing her skirts.
Not a rule launderers quit the dirt
Release of cash to soap men could hurt...

Washing one's pants touches not one's worth,
A decreed king it won't change nor birth,
Cleaning foul singlet not without mirth,
At one's kingdom one shall, at last, berth...

The  truth in

In Their Conversation

It is if she had wrote the narrative to my life.
A foolish man she made me: me thinking
that I could exist until then< the day
we meet and have the right words to put
our future into perspective. "Might the nights of
Lovers make me her's". Than might the need of
 my selfishness makest me her's" What a

The Loyalty of the Shirts

Touching the shirts loyalty
                  so united in the coat rack...
                  They  live to wear
      

Fancy Shirts and Gardens

She cannot thread a needle
       or sew a fancy shirt
     Her fingers know not gardens
       or digging in the dirt

     But she listens to me patiently
       asks about my

Dangereous T- Shirts

Pretty young lady using
t-shirt written UGLY PRO,
is at risk of kidnapping ...

Bearing Man T-Shirt
with target drawing and writing
SHOOTING, is at risk of
be targeted ...

Who wears a shirt
portrait of UNCLE SAM, run
risk of being summoned by
american army for
being a volunteer soldier in Iraq ...
That was in other times ...

Ironing Shirts

Hot was the room that she sweated a lot,
as the maid tired,
ironing
white shirts 
for
her
master
who wanted
to be dandy
when he toyed with the ladies at the ball.

17 November 2020

Double Tetractys 6 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Eve Roper

Picture No 2


Placed 1

Looking Back

Looking back
curiously acquiescent
in 4th floor chaos

Looking through these
dresser drawers of
sleepy underclothing

Retrospective shirts
and tiresome socks,
these sheaths of self
more coincidental 
than designed

Everything ajar,
windows, doors
              my dresser drawers

Clues left coyly
in my path
by boorish poltergeists

Half absent,
I impassively apprise their
surreptitious ways,
      

National Treasures No 2 Paul Merton

I love Paul Merton
I just wish he'd keep his shirt on....
Stop flexing his pecs
In front of Ant n Dec,
Even Vladimir Putin shows more respect
To the long suffering viewer; 
Paul:- climb out of the sewer,
Resist the urge to flash
Your naked rippling torso
You're rightly famous cos you're so
Frivolous and witty
It would be a real pity
If your elegant

Shirts and Summers

Shirts and Summers. 
Walks post beers. 
Just another day. 
Just another way to say; I miss the old 'us' - 
oh it rusts. 
Hurts.
And I love it.

Heat of the weather,
Holding each other,
Looking at the blue sky,
wondering of whose and why,
Holding her finger, 
in warm white shirt of summer,
he smiled and sipped water,
if not with her,

The Hussy In the Locker Room

how do for a laugage that speaks
to coupling
and reproduction
that isn't lewd and mean spirted?
Wprds that are aimed and directed
to create an atmoshere of being
together
in a spirt of love and togetherness.

this Patsor asked members
of his church, and churches within his county,
to create new words, with new meanings, to define love, and appreciation and fondness , words

In My Shirts Your Touch

In my shirts your touch
In my tea your moonlit shade
In my boat your rhythmic swing
Since you left this house
All blue-green leaves have wilted
Smoke irritates my lone lungs

I first tried the books
Your intense eyes on each page
On bedsheets your brown hairclip
I look for warm breath 
All in vain it's just a void
Emptiness crushing my ribs

Do you

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