Short Nylon Poems

nylon fishnets tether
floats around like a feather…
tight shinny leather...

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stitching my lips with neon nylon ~ the worm moon foresees hangry stars ...

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Through day’s roof to night
Fed til it was out of sight....
Brand new nylon kite...

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Rip stop nylon wings
Like Icarus on the ground
Harnessing the wind

By Robb A. Kopp
All Rights Reserved © MMX...

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There once was a chap from Madagascar
Who was nuts about women and fast cars
   He left the island
   Invested in nylon
Now he's an executive at NASCAR...

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Buttery notes melt; run across strings of nylon; a song is born.
Staccato tap dance; leaping tones, echo each heel and toe tap.
The beauty of a classical guitar song, rides the air....

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My life slowly passes before my eyes
As time for me draws slowly to a close
I see us in our younger years with sighs,
I wore lederhosen, you wore nylon hose.

written July 7, 2021...

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Submission so complete and fragile like nylon
Love so new, constantly refreshed in the salon
such virtue suffers the kill
creating a devastating skill
for guts to replace passion and fill the gallon....

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High up they all went,
Made with nylon and broomsticks,
Attached to a string,
We'd see whose could go highest,
It snapped and we chased along.




August 8, 2022.
Childhood Nostalgia Poetry Contest,
JCB Brul....

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ring
just one
then silence
Wheels start turning
Just a wrong number?
Just a quick second thought?
Or    was the caller cut off?
A nylon cord around his throat?
A razor thrust through the jugular?
It’s 1:00 a.m.    I check doors and windows...

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the owl-eyed cat
sleeps quietly
near my 
Spanish blue guitar
while one eye 
peeled open
to watch the
gray mouse afar
that dance across
the six tender
nylon strings that
clap the castanet 
in both hands
as she performs
that old Spanish 
flamenco dance...

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At home, his room was full of pantyhose -
he'd strangled scores of homeless girls and kept
the nylon trophies, each a memory
(reminding him of how they'd begged and wept).
He planned the brunette's murder as she slept...

written 2nd November for Anthony's Darkness contest...

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Innocent ears…
catch the gentle scrape
of nylon against nylon
Innocent eyes…
catch a flash of garter
Right knee over left
The simple motion
of legs crossing

She catches me looking
She is older than me
She glances down 
She glances back up
She tugs her lower lip
and smiles at me…...

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Under a nylon dome
         upside, raindrops patter
                   upon my small enclave
                           unusual patterns 
                   unique, sliding over
          ubiquitous water
 upends the stormy skies.















A Pleiades Poem
10/1/2022...

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Play your favorite instrument
   Sing and dance with glee (rewind)
            All your worries flee
       Play your favorite instrument
      Metal or glass, nylon or plastic
        Hard or soft, anything elastic
       Play your favorite instrument
   Sing and dance with glee (rewind)....

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Virgin ears...
catch the gentle scrape
of nylon against nylon

Virgin eyes...
catch a flash of garter
Right knee over left
The simple motion
of legs crossing

She catches him looking
She glances down 
then glances back up

Pouting, sultry expression:
tugging her lower lip
she smiles…...

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Finally he has gone to fish
With a nylon net
Since unskilled he is
Anyhow has set the net,

But, o! he alone has caught
All the fishes
No a single one in the pond
For them, you or us,

Modern devises are so accurate
To finish things at once
Beings also face same fate
Here, there always....

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Mum..Why did you give me lego hair.?
To upstage my Alan Carr teeth
And stretch that grey nylon pinefore
Tight
To ridicule my chubby young knees
 
And why dear mummy
Was my elastic bands so tight
As they struggled around my chubs
Was Battleship grey 
The fashion
Of socks those days..
Dear mummy
.
Me thinks not!...

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Crafted with broomstick and nylon 
Her heart is held softly on a thread 
This is me 
Growing up as a kid with a kite 
When the wind comes 
I hoped my dear kite won’t tear 
For so will I 
Torn to pieces 
Broomstick and nylon 
Threaded to heaven 
To Rest In Peace 
Bring back my kite 
I feared saying goodbye 
But death took away my kite...

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softporn saxophone
botex for the soul,
strained faces only

held together by skin;
gluteal muscles for
nylon hearts and sweaty collars,

porcine,popeyed,
each mouth fallen open
like a gallow`s trapdoor;

the delight at a 
big dame battleship
built in stereo

that makes aftershave
boil under matching ties;
littlemen reduced to red....

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The window is crowded
Tapestry cover with fabric
Silk and lace
Chiffon graces nylon spaces
Shutters outside
Crown molding within
Net tapestry
Venetian blind
Crowded coverings of the window scape
Need a fresh open breeze 
Left and right hands open the window and tapestry

11/14/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020...

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Oh how I love
the warmth you bring
with your silky touch
Always with skilled hands
I feel your delicate form,
drawing you closer to me
Fearful you might run,
and I then lose you forever
Your long sexy legs
wrap around me,
feet nestling against mine.
Arching against me
you shape to my curves,
as we become one together
until spent and released as needed...

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The best gift I received was a cover 
In 1975 from my mother
You are thinking ‘that’s a terrible presents’ 
But back then we were cold, hungry peasants. 
It was fluffy polyester with rayon
Or was it pink polyester and nylon?
It was labeled a ‘velvety soft mink’
Never washed it became the ‘pink stink’
I would turn myself into a taco
And feel like I’d won life’s big lotto....

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Have half to hang hand in hand
And harp the harmless hate
Then heap the hazardous haze of heartbreak 
And heave the ironic heroine 
Because the hollow horde that hovers over head 
Is now the narcissist on narcotics 
Creating nausea near the neglected one
While the network of nerves brings news 
Of the night nitrogen seemingly never-ending
So end the notorious nudge of nylon personality....

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She threads through a crush of guffawing shoulders
swoops on empties.
We sense the alluring fiction of a nylon friction,
a diction of sexual parlance dipped in moist labor.
We breathe in the unsanitary flirtations of passing thighs,
ponder the lips-speak of cherry red suggestiveness.
Winks and smiles - eyes watch her sashay away
carrying a silver tray 
with the crumpled green tokens of a trivial love....

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