Short Corduroy(A) Poems

Silken seduction
Corduroy like going home
Denim desires

Satin swish swirling
Velvet voluptuousness
Lace laughing lightly...

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How swiftly my thoughts fly now
  to corduroy pants and caps

Facing a howling northeaster
  whistles, the rally of hunting dogs
     ~ the pointer locked, stock-still...

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Corduroy blue sky
Sprinkles magic dust
In the crystal air
Orange-yellow poppies
Refuse to close their eyes,
While the blue oxen plow
The olive green fields, 
East of Eden...

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My loved ones gone
visit dreams of
cyan fields and
pixie cloud skies.
Is it a cruel trick
of the mind?
Or moments, out
of space and time;
caught in the weft
of our corduroy lives;
a small gift granted
to our past or
future selves?...

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Carpenter Handy Dandy Livin With His Mommy

There's a man named Handy Dandy
Wore corduroy pajamies
His mom loved him sadly
For he was a 47 year old carpenter
He still lived with her
Still fixing every single floorboard
Handy Dandy is a good boy
A mother's joy


10/28/18
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2018...

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Is your shirt buttoned up too tight?
Are your pants up in your crotch?
Do you live in your mothers basement?
Do you keep that corduroy jacket with patches on it elbows
back from when you thought you had something original to say?
Do you have tenure in a local community college?
Well then, you might just be an over-educated, low IQ,
poetry critic....

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Just wave goodbye again
and wheeze as you dance away
    in your bed head silly.
And I’ll wait here on the corner
in Pjs and your corduroy shirt
shamelessly improper in rush hour traffic.
And
     it came to me today
     in the bare soles of my feet
that no matter how many dreams I
filled with tulips and tears,
     wheezes and corduroy was the
only promise you ever made to me....

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Hey, no fair! We don’t get to wear our pajamas!

I am wearing a Mickey Mouse sweatshirt, and pink corduroy pants.

Did you think these are my pajamas? I ask her.

Age five nods her head.

Did you sleep in them? She queries.

I laugh.

No, did you sleep in that?

She looks down, to see what she is wearing.

Pauses a second. I don’t think so, she says.

Five is a lark, always getting me down to real....

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Down where wild violets dance
         To easterly breezes
                    And purple Irises erect, stiff, and chilled
              
See
   The dog walker shiver
                Wishing for an added layer
                            To top the corduroy pants still out
                                      Even though spring green
                                                 Is everywhere.
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My Guarantor: ’Never to get torn’
As it is continually worn:
A brush had had with Goring Horn
But not disfigured: A Hard Corn.

A Corduroy never the worse for wear,
Hard material spotting not a tear;
I’ve noticed: Every new morn
Often seeming The Reborn.

A Corduroy which did refuse
To drop me a lame excuse
For choosing to not gainfully last
And breathe its disappointing last…

A tough blue shirt of mine
I should be honoring with Spanish Wine....

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There is a new fashion range
Launching in the spring
And if you are of certain bent
Then for you it’s just the thing

There will be corduroy trousers
With a very high waist
And knitted sleeveless sweaters
To suit every taste

Jackets will be of Harris Tweed
With leather elbow patches
Shirt collars will button down
On a tie that never matches

So when will these hit the shops?
Is that the question I hear? 
Be patient it will be with us soon
And it’s known as Boffin wear...

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Let freedom reign for the America descendants  

Hope of the inspiration of joy and peace

Long last freedom high highest of 

The compliment and Corduroy of peace

Understanding and acceptance

Patriotism held for kin of breach

A gift from the French a decoration  a symbol as a whole

Sophistication of standards yields to youth

Vision of craft characterize unto the art of conception 

Yes I am young hoping to be inspire

Lesson learn and envy of days

God Bless America....

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