Short Wearers Poems
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Sperm Whales
From this Tuesday until I
die sperm whales will
no longer secrete
the waxy stuff used in
producing make-up. That’s why all the
make-up wearers are
no longer talking to
sperm whales.
This weeping willow, will willingly and recklessly wreak havoc on the world we
would see become a wonderful wreckage of wandering wonderlands. We will
willfully wander the wastelands. Woe for those we once knew as wearers of
wrought.
Form:
In Kelly Clarkson’s latest video,
she sings a lovely song as groups of
assorted people “show” themselves
like happy burka wearers.
In one scene, two lovers
come together for
a tender kiss -
lips untouched
behind
masks.
May 21, 2020
If soap could talk today
What would it say
If masks had eyes instead of holes
What would they see to extol
If plastic gloves weren't hot and sweaty
Would wearers still act so petty
If it weren't for this COVID pandemic
Such speculation would be academic
Bellows of Ecstasy
makest them envoy
wondering why those who hear words are in opposition
than, and there beyond
the frays: edges of people who
wish to hem the lining
that there coat's are torn
seen only by the wearers eye's
fabrics of those who wish to
love like I love
Philosophers debated:
Can a medium ever be small or large?
Is faux leather from fake cows?
Does a hypochondriac think he has everything except hypochondria?
Do denture wearers always give us false smiles?
If a snail loses its shell, does it become a slug?
For Su’s Suzette Prime contest, 27th November
Summer's wearing a disguise
Which sunshine lovers do despise
For, though we welcome it today,
The raindrops seem prepared to stay.
According to the news reports,
It's also way too cool for shorts
And jacket wearers get a boon
'Cause they've been needed all through June.
Though muggy weather's not for me
And it's been great without A/C,
Since summer season's now begun,
Ditch that disguise and show some sun!
Scanning for the perfect
model inspired by Leonardo's
rendering of his muses.
I ask the oracle....
Mirror,mirror on the world.
Who's the most fairest girl
of them all.
Searching high + searching
low ...finally the mags I let
them yieldingly show.
And who should I find with the
most fairest complexion?
Why,the wearers of precious
jewels recieved the first
spark of attention.
Alibaster porcelin skin ,lights +
sparkles in her eye's
reflection.
Scrambled emotions masquerade among ourselves
Greed pretends to be concern for others
Sadness wears a well-placed anger mask
Feelings disguised cannot be used against us, right?
We insist upon our little charades, thinking we are fooling you.
Believing our true emotions are hidden,
Because we are not sure who to trust
And we have been betrayed by other mask-wearers
We let very few people into our mindset, maybe one
To peer behind our façade is a rare honor
Stopped at an Oktoberfest
Just to catch the scene -
Big steins of beer, a German band,
Appropriate cuisine.
Some lederhosen wearers
Did compete at beanbag toss,
Then swigged their pilsners cheerfully
With every win or loss.
The port-a-potties waited
With a needed job to fill,
For after every jumbo stein,
I guess you know the drill.
We only stayed a while
On this bright day in Oktober
For I think it would be much more fun
To patrons not quite sober.
Wearing the Green
Dr. James E. Martin
©August, 2013
Wearing the green was to me,
A privilege beyond compare.
Some simply cannot see
How to say this I would even dare.
I really care not that they
Do not understand why I share.
They have not entered the fray
Could it be that they do not care?
The freedom that the green has secured
Gives them the right to their views.
The wearers of it have matured
While many at home chose to snooze.
Original poem – Olive Drab by Lauryn Jean
eschew.
deliberately avoid
you must eschew
evil and sin
(kind of
redundant)
it's written
in a lot of
old books.
just pick one
that you
like.
the end
is near.
there's
always a
prophecy being
fulfilled.
the mind
speaks:
i'd rather
dwell safely
than roam
with abandon.
a set of
ideas is a
cozy hutch
on an endless
ocean of
reality.
a hat rack
to hang
your invisible
hats
on
why wear an
invisible
hat? to hide
your invisible
bald spot?
They are truth wearers
They scream, cry, whisper, sing, laugh
Sometimes, people hate them
For displaying their wounds and scars
For making them sad and careless
For making them see the reality
Sometimes, people love them
Because of them, they dance
In the temples, on the beaches,
Through crowded streets
Because of them, blue sky , painted with gold
Rule the day
And when they read these wonderful poems
The veils which hide the light fall down
And the glowing comets
Flash around their suns