Short Slacks Poems

He's good at his job

Never slacks, never gives up

Miss him when he's gone...

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slacks, sandals, sleeveless tops
                           morning gear in the ‘Sip

                    corduroys, snow boots, winter coats
                     when afternoon temperatures dip...

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How many legs must have, an ant?
Can he do without?  He can't!
So, when he puts on his slacks,
there's nothing that he lacks...
and how does a snowflake get his kicks?
The answer's in the number six!...

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Once I was
Losing my hair
Used to find
Hairs littered
On pillow
In the am
But now
On my slacks
Aren’t stacks
But the occasional
Cat hair
But we have
No cats
Maybe its
A message
Of love from
The far beyond...

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A slender young woman in tightly-worn slacks
Obviously, she has far more than she lacks
Made up to the nines
She covers her lines
She reads about the latest cosmetic hacks. 


written June 9, 2021...

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He’ll always be my Pepsi man
With a Diet Pepsi, in his hand
I’ll continue to sleep in my Pepsi T
Since Pepsi is a part of me
Uniform to slacks and tie
And now we’re telling Pepsi, bye
But it’s ok, I’m not sad 
My daddy is a Pepsi grad...

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I bought her a blouse
white silk, long sleeves, full enough
to wear her heart on.

I bought her some slacks
twenty-eight inch waist snug ‘round
those hips she shoots from.

And boots for the feet
she thinks on, has the world at,
and I swept her off....

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Sun
Yawn
Stretch
Wince,
Look
Smile
Hug
Kiss.
Stand
Walk
Number 2
Shower,
Deodorant
Slacks
Dress shirt
Half Hour.
Dress Shoes
Breakfast
I Love You
Goodbye,
Rushing
Walking
Keys
Drive.
Lights
Traffic
Cursing
Hot,
Weather
Turn
Park
Job....

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panama
         hats
canvas
       caps
        cravats
        &slacks-
a kaftan
    or two
tabards
   brand new-
sandal
brogue
leather
    shoe,
jeans
 with
   seams
cardigan
jumpers
socks
      too true-
braces
laces
shirt
&skirt..
    one or two-
or three!...

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A marriage will be sweet romance 
When the wife's the one who wears the pants.
Free of problems, free of glitches
When it's the wife who wears the britches.
No arguments or ugly scenes
When it's the wife who wears the jeans.
Marriage is lovely, face the facts,
Only when women wear the slacks....

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A start
A race
A try
A pace
No evidence or trace
Subsides this place
A middle
A fact
The mind is hacked 
The creation slacks
As it hits climax
Nowhere but everywhere
Neither here 
Nor there
Views are shared
And always compared
A finish
Begin
A moral to lend
Continuous
When
There is no end

To be continued......

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So when the moon
            draws the tide,
            you crawl into yourself,

your eyes close like
            a wet umbrella;
            the tension in your face

slacks, the wind cools,
            your breath flows
            steady under the sea;

the stars slip into the dark, the waves...

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you lean back
like you always did 
and blow

wearing your bell bottom slacks
cool 
just like you always were

I hear you now
maybe I always did
I just didn't know

it's all I ever wanted  to do
paint a picture
lean back
see 
feel
and hear the music

so please understand
I'm not trying to be you

I'm just trying



© Whit Howland 2019...

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 Simple slacks, nymphomaniacs bent over against the wall

   Training tracks, trapped out shacks three pirouettes then fall

     Switching blues not of the clues pills not measured in balls

       Way to close the overdosed introducing the new King Fentanyl...



                               

                                       bmdavey@08/2024

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My man looked fantastic today leaving for the dollar store.
We needed spaghetti, and I wanted a key lime pie.
He was handsome in his slick purple shirt, and black slacks.
I would have gone with him if I had not just put on my softest nightie.
He took his sweet time. I started to get worried.
Wondering if I should have let him out in public wearing that terrific shirt....

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In the seventies we thought we were modern
Utmost chic, sassy, on the cutting edge.
With our bell bottom slacks
And our bell sleeved shirts and dresses
Perhaps we were.
Everyone had the same pattern.
It was fun to see which fabrics others would select.
Paisleys and florals were vividly popular!
The polka dotted fabrics stayed back in the fifties.
But stripes were definitely a choice....

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Today the world would almost fly like bird like something 
    thus the other things are not exception or what matters 
   or slacks. 
  You see sometimes the whimsical world for instance 
  would so much brag the numericality and so then maybe 
     grudges and glasses and grosteque?. 
  Like sometimes tis better to pretend or keep silent. 
   Did it not even tis fit the world somehow?....

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Retirement

There comes a time in every life
When working husband tells his wife
I’m coming home, I’ve had enough
Of this rat race and working stuff
No more ties and pressed dress slacks
Just sweats and all day to relax
No more deadlines, no reports
No more work of any sorts
My coffee cup and Lazyboy
And TV all day to enjoy
I’m coming home to you my dear
Sure hope that is a joyful tear...

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I never cared for the fashion
It never was a real passion
Which dress was in style
What shirt brought a smile

None of it really mattered
I had no care of what flattered
Jeans or simple slacks
I just wanted to relax

When it came down to it
I didn’t care if it were knit
So long as I was dressed
I certainly wasn’t stressed

November 1, 2019
Fashion Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Julia Ward...

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I can't think of anything duller
than brown, no one's favorite color

Who wears a brown-colored suit
Must be a curmudgeony old coot

Search high and low for slacks that are brown
You won't find them in any store in town

And when did you last see a fine brown hat?
---on a soldier for camouflage in the midst of combat?

Yet when selecting a new dining room set
Deep, rich brown is your very best bet...

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she opens her chest drawer
a button shines

she unhangs her coat
slacks it off cold wire shoulders
a button gone
lost in rain or rage 
or lusting tussles 
neither remembers anymore

she grips a needle
a thread follows behind 
attaching a new fastener 
to an old flap of jacket

she puts on the coat
models the mismatching
spins in front of a familiar mirror
watches herself
walks out a door

she never walks back in...

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Just for this while,
I pause and wait;
Waiting slacks style
When time feels late.


I sit right here,
Watch time wing by;
Mild patience steers
Hot humid skies.


Faces pass me,
Curious eyes gaze;
Stray wind blows free
In anxious maze.


Mad waiting game,
Captures odd mood;
Now who's to blame?
Misunderstood.


Moments skip pass,
With no-show here;
Fragile as glass,
Hot air steals cheer.




Leon Enriquez
28 March 2016
Singapore...

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Bitter cold creeps in through my bedroom window.
Wind chimes clang on the porch to announce her arrival.
December making way for the nuances of January.
I am layering up.
Two pairs of socks.
Two pairs of slacks.
Fluffy hooded sweatshirt 
Over t-shirt and sweater.
Why do I live in this freezing tundra?
Whistling at the window, making frost.
Gorgeously done crystallized and pretty.
Beautiful winter day, and I am cozy.
Not tempted to move to Florida yet....

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Verbal slaps
Herbal crack
Random raps
Go around in circles to relax
Got chocolate stains
On my new white slacks
Armor up and wield
My favorite war axe
I lack the patience to hear the facts
Jazzy finger snaps
Trippy mushroom caps
Push the limits
The boundaries to the max
Sly Scooby snacks
Uncharted booty maps
Mud baths and mummy wraps
Power traps and bondage straps
On the verge of a full blown
Break down schizo serge relapse
Is he really that freaking fast...

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Someone is wearing brown shoes.
Ones that look like
penny loafers, ones that look like 
blue shoes. Beige slacks and scrubs
lifted and carried them into new
shoes, and there are a million shoes
coming in and out
the revolving doors.

Conversation 
flickers and illuminates
into busy back-up binds
that throw up into
reality.

Plasters of plastic white-on-white 
skin. With small detailed letterings
of a label, a label, and
numbers... with a finger that
beckons you to,
"Follow Me."...

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