Short Polyester Poems

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Premium Member Polyester

????POLYESTER   By James Edward Lee Sr.

Spinning and weave silk
Strands of unnatural cloth
What is this new suit?


12/05/17
Form: Haiku


Premium Member Hand Me Polyester Please

Satin makes people look corpulent and shiny.
Silk is my material of choice.
Except it has to be dry-cleaned.
And it is never the same after a grease spot.
Hand me that polyester pantsuit please.
And a bib.

Skin

You are sitting on raw skin
Too thin to pad 
Your polyester lining
And conform to your 
Thick lines of droop
Sad form
Slow age crept up 
Like decades of neglect
And wound their way
To your tired set
Of withering reproach
Form:

Premium Member Still Looking for a Home

My dad was a boll weevil and my grandpa was too. 
We travelled the Southern states through. 
To Arkansas and Texas we did roam, 
forever looking for a home.
I'm still searching for a place to dwell,
and polyester is a living hell.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Jack and Jill

JACK  and JILL

                   Jill wearing dress of polyester
                   She is Jack’s nice lovely younger sister.
                            Witty whimsy critic.
                           Just talking sarcastic.
              Looks most funny in puppy-like gesture.
    
  08/01/18
Form: Limerick


Premium Member Looking For Mr Goodbar

the warnings
came and went
in a breeze in a gale
no one noticed
no one listened

youth the aphrodisiac
fear just a clown
in a polyester suit
most got lucky
others not so much

the warnings
came and went
in a breeze in a gale
for some
brutally much too late



AP: Honorable Mention 2021, Honorable Mention 2022

Premium Member Where I Was In the 1970's

Where you were in the 70's

Wore pink elephant-collar silk shirts 
 I was preteen, teen young adult
 Danced in polyester bell bottom pants
 Lived in the center of USA heart lands
Where I was in the 70's
Watching Soul Train 
 And American Bandstand
Where I was in the 70's

3/01/18
written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2018©
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Half Chewed Worm

Scratchy polyester pants
plucked from the bottom rack.

Wrinkled plaid shirts
for veiling blood, sweat, and dirt

A clip-on tie purchased on the cheap
for a rose garden wedding 
destined for the weeds.

Faux leather- funeral shoes 
(Like wide-mouthed baby birds) 
screaming for a flighty mother 
to gift them a half-chewed worm.

Premium Member Darling Doris Dollar- -

…
Polyester jewels ravage her neck; Her clothes are stylist and yet; Money she has no remorse; She’s gotten all she got, from being divorced; Darling Doris Dollar; Got more monies than any others; It’s a shame the next man she gets; Gonna have to sign a Prenup…
12/8/19 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©

To Touch and See


My fingertips glide over
the silk-like polyester
of a strappy night-dress,
generating static electricity
akin to stroking my dog's fur;
the redness of it
shout's it's colour to my brain,
the fit and feel
make it oh-so real(y)
silky and smooth
to the touch,
do you see ?

Elizabeth alexander.                   25/12/2015
 UNSUPPORTED CODE

The Best Gift Ever

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.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Dine At My Request

Moonlight Come Dance With Me
There's no polyester in the trees
Nothing but mucous membrane
What's writing what's wrong
Pattern of the ole coal miners
Roughing it eating leftovers in diners
A brute abusive husband placed in marmalade
This is how bad men behave
Sun bright burning the heavens
Loaf of bread singles only seven
Nothing left on my dinner plate
Dine at my request

03/08/14
Written by James Edward Lee Sr
from anthology "Up Rising"
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Like Frank

I used to think
I was all that
One dashing dude
A really cool cat

Shoes all polished
A dazzling smile
I knew how to dance
I had lots of style

How is it possible
Am I the only one
Who's stuck in the Eightys
That time I am from

Sporting the same haircut
Wearing polyester pants
Listening to my music
I still like to dance

No longer cool
I guess that's okay
Like Frank Sinatra
I did it my way

Disclaimer: Not really stuck in the 80s and never liked polyester, still like dancing to 80s music.
Form: Rhyme

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