Two hours in her closet grew thin,
And her patience even more.
Each dress a "no," nerves start to show,
And her date is at the door.
She snags a sundress off the floor,
And sandals for her feet,
A quick brush through her hair,
And downstairs to meet—
Her young man, who looks up
To unabashedly stare.
A moment she’s frozen
With a "do I even dare?"
Then a smile and indrawn breath,
The boy is surely smitten.
The irony of her dressing escapades
Seems so perfectly befitten.
Ooh La La.
When I woke today, all that could be seen was blackness.
The sun did not rise; it killed all my process.
Is it the worst damn day? I solemnly profess
Pull that blanket back over the stark, empty nothingness.
What's another day lost, laying here motionless?
You're still lying here next to me; the floor, still wearing your sundress.
Is this the best damn day? Of my life, head to feet, with emptiness.
Tangled in the void of these blankets and sheets, the two reignite passion, sharing our explosiveness.
Let's find that no other space suits us best; let's turn this overcast into our sunshine and happiness.
girl's playful sundress
matching hot pink sunglasses
~ tea time with her dolls
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
ahhh yes
your figure in that sundress
it does not matter what color
it does not matter if you spent many a dollar
what matters is the fact that you feel good in your skin
i am enjoying your open waters myself, so please allow me to dive in
ahhh yes
your figure in that sundress
it so accentuates the essence of your vibe
your vibrant motions make me feel so alive
i love how you picked yourself up and set yourself free
i thank all sections of heaven that you grew to love me
ahhh yes
your figure in that sundress
i love how it compliments the radiance of your tone
as picturesque as you are in reality, there is no need for this camera phone
loving you is the best decision i have ever made in my life
right up there with it is asking you to be my wife....
She had on this lovely sundress
Innocent curious look in blue
A full figured fiery fifteen with
Passion that will warm any coldest heart.
Heart full of love of a gentle dove
Behold her face all-rich.
Her seductive look makes one to stoop
Deep grey eyes can lead anyone astray
Round ear-ring makes whirl around
Waist can send anyone on quest
Her pouty lips reminds of Jolie
Nature gave her in abundance nothing redundant
But O girlie, beware of the ensnared eyes
Oh, Oh, no more, no more,
Remember, Remember
No more yearnings go to your learning’s
Remember your rammed memories
Pluck not the flower
Let it be the delight of other travelers
Do I have to remind you of what you penned?
Very recently on John Keats and Shelley.
Let the beauty be floating
And sink the beast to unfathomable depth.
+++
November 29, 2014
Form Lyric
Third Place Win
N.B. Based on John Elton's song (Don't remember the words of the song)
The songbirds are singing
It's another sunshine day
A light breeze is blowing
Spring is here to stay
Dressed in a flowered sundress
Underneath the shining rays
Visions dance before me
An angel wants to play
Her skin like the cool of winter
Her hair is the colors of fall
With a voice sweetly singing
I offer her my southern drawl
The lilacs blossom around her
Apple trees tease open their flowers
I watch the angel in the sundress
Spin in my visions for hours
I offer her some sweet tea
To quench her mighty thirst
She readily declined me
For the dance, she was submersed
As the sun went to sleep
The moon offered up its light
My angel kept dancing
With no sundress in sight.
She danced into my arms
All over this country boys heart
I love that angel in a sundress
Forever, Until death do us part
Y achting on a clear summer day
E agerness was devoid for 'twas afraid
L abel in my yellow sundress frayed
L eans toward vintage but stayed
O blique sailing was his tricky scheme
W ell my Yellow Polka Dot Bikini unseen!
Sponsor: Francine Roberts
Contest: Here Comes The Sun
Written: February 8, 2014
I am never alive on a Smile's Journey
That is how I take pictures through views Spritually Presented
The Art through Her Eyes breathes rehabilitation into my wilted assurance
The Sun Shines reflecting perfectly in the Mirror of my Forward Motion
I swim in a sea of never before seen in scenes
that make make me feel a type of Serene
that positively effects the reilluminated sheen
that feels so invigorating, crisp and clean
The Beautification of the Waters Power of Upliftment is like YES!!!!!
in extraordinary snowflakes of Profound Exclamatories.....
She looks Alive in Her Resurrection Sundress,
and She sows the seeds of Light Renewed
Omission and oblivion are relatives of loneliness and misanthropy
Blue and grey are confidantes of depression and its lingering gloom
The blood of the Sky Blue Phoenix drops Tears of Innovative Healing
Life can be the cursive endoskeleton of the exoskeleton of a criminally unsen manuscript
As She Spins Benevolent Renovations in Her Resurrection Sundress.....
Her skin reflected the Sun
her eyes were blue like the sea
she was sunbathing on beach
how I loved her eyes!
Never did she like tan lines
so have a guess of her dress
salty breeze playing with curves
her lips licked sundrops!
A nice sunbathing sundress
with Sun rays all over her
wish I were lucky rays to
kiss her birthday dress!
© kashinath karmakar
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Placement:10th (April 2011)
By:kashinath karmakar (1st April 2011)
Contest:The Sundress
Sponsor:~Constance La France~
She's got a perfect smile
her body an hour glass
A beautiful girl
in a beautiful sundress
And perhaps it's just the dress
that gives her that right
the right of perfection
to my imperfect sight
A kind of beauty
she doesn't try to show
a kind of beauty
I will never know
Silly to dream
of what I'll never be
of a dress that will never
look that good on me
But why can't I wear that dress?
That summer came with it a personal promise
3 seasons and 60 pounds at last
I am the beautiful girl
In the beautiful sundress
by: Nicole Hawkins
written for The Sundress contest*
Vee Bdosa
Contest - THE SUNDRESS
YOUR SUNDRESS
My fondest wish is but to hold
your sundress creased, so I might fold
it on my arm, and feel the you,
as close I pull your body to
my waiting breast, in love again
with who you are, and who you've been.
Your sundress then, placed with great care,
upon my bedpost; hanging there,
with all the love I have to share.
As the long, frigid winter comes to an end
She pictures a dress like none other- quite a vision!
A sundress in her favorite color of sky blue
Made of softest blue chiffon with mixed patterns
Held in place by strap-like sleeves, and finest pearls
And a fitting lower back cut, made to hug
She smiles as in her mind she conceives
They would have a quiet dinner at the sea shore
Followed by casual dancing beneath the stars
In the quaint, quiet gazebo hand made with white lattice
Lit by whimsical lanterns swaying in the southern winds
Which soften the mood to match the haunting sounds of the obo
As the night grows deeper, wrapped warm in loving arms
They’d stroll along the beach, two hearts finally at peace
He would laugh as a soft, gentle wind billows her skirt
Lightly brushing bare back as he steals a sweet kiss
And lost to the world they'd be, amidst soft pounding of ocean surf
Then spend the night in the dunes up on the hills to await
The fiery glow of sun rise; welcoming a new and glorious day!
~*~
By Audrey
For Constance's "Sundress" Contest
It was the beginning of a summery season,
In that beautiful dress, adorned with baby blue and pink
Opened back, opened toe sandals; she gave me a wink
That sundress took my breath away, I wanted to say "hello" but lacked a reason
By: Shane Solomon
Little Lulu, a cute little girl.
in her sundresses loved to just twirl.
Around she kept going,
pink underpants showing.
Her life would become one big “whirl.”
In grade school, she grew to be wild.
Upside down, in the playground, this child
from the monkey bar hung
in her sundress among
all the boys standing round her, who smiled!
As a teen, Lulu still loved to wear
a sundress to make young men stare.
She was thought a great sport
when she wore a dress short,
legs crossed as she sat in a chair.
Little Lulu was so hot to trot
her affection by many was sought
till that cute buttercup
got finally knocked up.
Then a white wedding sundress she bought!
The years crept up quickly on Lulu.
On her porch she now stands and calls, “You-hoo!”
to every old guy
who might give her the eye
as she twirls the huge skirt of her muumuu!
Written by Andrea Dietrich
Inspired by the contest: "The Sundress"
Sponsored by ~ Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet ~~
SUNDRESS UNDRESS
Hot day at the beach - time to catch some sun,
Maybe also catch some son.
She was a twelve year old girl - tousled hair -
In a tussle between herself and mum
It was too low at the top up there
Too high at the bottom - you could see her bum.
Pull it up and fail to cover some bits
Pull it down and can’t find anywhere it fits
Bare midriff, yellow with tiny dots of black.
Economical on material mum laughed -
Almost all gone at the front, and none at the back.
To be honest, it was somewhat daft:
They argued - yes I will ; no you won’t; and then -
Not at your age; if not at my age, then when?
But it was impossible to stop her (so willful ! )
Without actually putting the dress out of reach.
She couldn’t stop her from wearing the dress so awful:
Girl cringed as mum wiggled it up and down the beach.
..................................................................
Written by Sydney Peck
For competition THE SUNDRESS (Constance La France )
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