Short Suits Poems
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An assemblage was held among fruit
to decide the best color of suit.
Apples and strawberries said,
"The best color must be red".
A banana said, "yellow is cute".
Show me a suit that fits comfortably
Underneath is a body toned to a 'T'
Covering up God's imperfection determinedly
The rest of us stew in silent agony
Why is it that men in suits and ties
Tell some of the world’s biggest lies
Nurturing their business affairs
Befriending loser billionaires
All while another innocent person dies.
This
Alien extension
Acquired tragically
Is rejected unconsciously
As minute defences
Wage war mercilessly
Vulnerable as combat rages
Transformed while I'm dead
Reborn with us United
Are you my friend?
Depression suits you
Your badge of honor
Hidden to no one
Understood by you
Your identity
Fiercely holding
Close to your heart
Empty feelings
Your own mantra
Lack of hope
Sorrowful
In a rut
Dreary
Alone
Sad
Life is full of plenty tricks
Called tactics
So apply secrets to your success
As salt to your soup
wear a cup of facial smile
To purge away your inner pains
See the beginning before it end
So you can end it before it begins
here come the barbaloots
the barbaloots
in their barbaloot suits
i see them coming everyday
everyday
rolling in the hay
but then comes along a miser
a miser
never the wiser
then they all go away
away
hopefully to return some sunny day
pulling words from the space between
the open arms of c's that never meet
no glue will fix mistakes that live within the past
My doppelganger lies beside me head to to toe
Anonymous keeps the twins as prisoners
and all fits me
but suits you
Roots of Recruits Who Wear Suits Giving Hoots
It was like roots of recruits who wear suits;
Were involved in disputes and a gun shoots;
Always yearned;
Be concerned;
Must be involved while we give many hoots.
We must start giving a hoot for a change.
Jim Horn
We wear suits,
And we dispute,
Your fatigues,
Tired and black.
We have jokes,
And we provoke
Your fatigue,
Tired and black.
We have cash,
So can be brash.
You’re fatigued,
Tired and black
You have needs,
So get on your knees,
In your fatigues,
Tired and black.
Common threads and suits of armor
As we grow up it gets much harder
To share the things that made us friends
When views have formed and never bend
It’s just so easy to forget how
To see beneath and find the love now
To open up our minds and hearts and
Hold the sum of many parts
Groovy giraffe Moots with his bony knees
Slips and slides and calls out “geez!”
Fashionable, yet, not dapper, not in any way.
His confidence is enormous, and here to stay.
Why do you dress in suits? We ask old Moots.
Most of the animals wear their birthday suits.
I like being persnickety and upscale, he said.
We made fun of him, and his face turned red.
Clueless, wandering suits of meat
With eyes open but remaining blind
Unknowingly searching for the truth
Harming the tragic and the joyous
Tragedy offers pious shelter
Pain is a seductive mistress
Clueless, wandering suits of meat
Happiest when lost in the shadows
Dreaming of hanging in the gallows
Clueless, wandering suits of meat
Trapped on the circuit of the deadbeat!
The men in suits
Light a fire
They pretend to be enemies
Though they really are the best of friends
Every move, watching the world,
Burn to flames
Public protests for garbage, whilst
Many are killed, destroyed, silenced
Criminals live in wonderland
Innocents are framed
Candles burn but like phoenixes, rebirthing from melted wax,
This world is burning, but nothing melts
Sharpened minds
Expert calculators
Critical analyst
Motionless elevator
Crisp reports
Excellent speech
Suits black
Skin impeached
Strength is Black
Brilliant talent
Commitment unsurpassed
Removed from ballot
Work most requested
Quality Observations
Families sacrificed
Review of course unexpected
Sharpened suits
Crisp reputation
Strength consistent
Powerless nation
African politicians
They buy
Italian suits
When they really
Need shoes
I know
That is not making you
Guys
Smart
We need
Leaders
Not politicians
With bright suits
And bare feet
Guys
What happen
No more like Mandela
OR Gandhi
Our schools
Dry
OR mothers
Change their minds
I don't know
But we should think
What we need
Bright suits
OR
Pair of shoes
What people is need
Is genuine leaders
Not bad copy
"All a man really wants, is a girl who looks good in a bikini." - Jack Freestone
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Though the suit has us somewhat engrossed,
I’m inclined to share this quick riposte:
though those patches and string
scarcely cover a thing,
how she looks with them off counts the most.
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for the Bikini Quote Poetry Contest
sponsored by Julia Ward
written on 07/31/23