They love her eyes
She, too, loves them
Those sunglasses
Soft grasses
Lofting moments
High in the air
Buying time
On the windows
Large and small
On the beach
In the dancing hall
On waves
Dwarf and tall
No brawl
No gall
In sunglasses
Just alone
In a safe zone
No cellphone
No hailstones
No woes
Only shows
Glowing in the sun
Big guns and zeros
The scholar and
The vagabond
Small ponds and
Ocean
Viewing cloistered
And oystered
What a bliss
Once captured
Painful to miss
Cloud nine and
Abyss
______
July 3, 2025
Categories:
sunglasses, beauty, creation, image, imagery,
Form: Free verse
(a story in senryu stanzas)
I get migraines.
- lucky me - glare can set me
off within seconds.
I always have a
pair of dark, polarized shades
with me - it’s a quirk.
When I was fourteen,
we lived in Shenzhen, China
very near Macau.
Macau, China, the
“Las Vegas” of Asia, is
the home of glare.
The Ritz-Carlton, has
a glittering galaxy
of bright chandeliers.
Those chandeliers move,
their silhouettes change shape - just
stab me with a spork.
Did I mention the
Mirrors? Every wall served to
magnify the light.
“You look awful,” my
mom said - our two week booking
became ten minutes.
“I just need sunnies,
those would work,” *then I gasped*
“I’ll look glamorous!”
We changed hotels, but
what a small world - my roommate
Leong grew up there.
We could have passed in
the yè shì as teenagers
and now we're roommates.
.
.
sunnies = sunglasses (UK slang)
yè shì = night market (simplified Chinese)
Categories:
sunglasses, humor, school, student, travel,
Form: Senryu
I thought these sunglasses were cool and wore so well
But if you look closely, one can see they have a dark story to tell
A story of lies, deception, disrespect, and co-dependency
The artificial comfort of having them and the sick complacency
You know, I thought everything was cool
But now I see I was just the fool
Grabbing these old dusty things was a habit that had become a part of me
Each morning and every night it was me and good ole 'dusty.'
Scratched up, old, dusty, and falling off my face
Didn't even fit, and I thought I saw roses in them, Now, what a disgrace
Well, that was then and this is now
For a moment, I could just sit and ponder, how?
But I'm quickly reminded of an edifying light, which is cool
Seeing things with the first then two 'cause I'm nobody's fool
Yes! My third is my first, and it is open wide
Now with the first, I can see all that was hidden and all that the 'sunglasses' tried to hide
Categories:
sunglasses, betrayal, blessing, courage, divorce,
Form: Rhyme
Why do you wear shades inside?
Is there something you're trying to hide?
There is no sunlight here
Only shade, so sun damage you shouldn't fear
If the light inside is too bright, say no more
I can easily flip the switch, and that's for sure
Tell me, why do you casually strut in a room with them on when big business is at hand?
Is it that you're resolute, omniscient, and abundant? Please help me to overstand.
Even when we're outside and the clouds are gray, you have them on
I'm a little confused, or maybe not; there is no sunlight. Come on, Son!
I heard eyes were the windows to the soul
We're inside, so why keep them covered? Has yours been sold?
My, my, I guess cool is just too cool
But wait, I thought again and realized I'm nobody's fool
Categories:
sunglasses, conflict, cool, corruption, feelings,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
I was at a friend's pool after school.
She loaned me this impossibly tiny bathing suit
I looked at it skeptically but I didn’t ask whose it was.
It smelled faintly of chlorine.
we were supposed to be alone
her older brother came home
his eyes settled on my skin
like a wash of immediate sunburn
It was awkward and thrilling to be watched
I pretended not to notice
behind my sunglasses
I ignored him
My friend noticed. “Perv alert, let’s go in.” she said.
I didn’t want to go but I didn’t let it show.
Categories:
sunglasses, 10th grade, brother, desire,
Form: Free verse
I knew a young lad from the village of Trent
He wore dark sunglasses wherever he went
Ladies couldn't see his blues,
So they focused on his fuse
'Til one day his vision was entirely spent.
written November 30, 2021
Categories:
sunglasses, humorous,
Form: Limerick
Sunglasses
We parked around the corner from the ink shop
I wore sunglasses, they are no good for seeing details
didn´t see the shop.
I walked and walked till I could not walk more
no shop, I had to walk back whence I came.
Mild panic set in, am I so old I need a label so people
people can take me home?
I rang my wife, “I sit in the car near the ink shop and can see you
sitting on the shop´s wall.
Then I remembered.
“What took you so long,” she asked?
I witnessed a collision between a horse and a mule, the horse
broke a leg and a police officer had to put it down.
-----long pause. “you got lost!”
With all the contempt I could muster I stayed silent.
Categories:
sunglasses, angst, best friend, feelings,
Form: Blank verse
Wearing sunglasses on a cloudy day
elections are honest if they go their way
Being vegan on Thanksgiving
better change the way your living
The elevator only goes to the ground floor
with only one story do you need more
If you don't look will you see
keep justice blind but never we
A punish list of those you hate
easier than trying to win the debate
Flying a plane with no wings
being forever grounded as truth rings
Fight against impossible odds
never surrender as you are robbed
Winning the war with overwhelming evidence
setting up the next ticket for loyal prince
Categories:
sunglasses, political, satire,
Form: Rhyme
M-orning has just broken,
A-s she wakes from slumber;
R-ising sun after the night
G-ives warmth to the weather.
I-t's a beautiful Friday, fog, haze, and mist diminish;
E-vening chill disappears, as the raindrops vanish.
T-he burning beacon ascends
A-bove the horizon;
D-ark shadows fade away,
U-nderneath the crimson.
R-adiant rays up high
A-re shining twentieth January;
N-ever ignore to behold the sunglass lady.
Categories:
sunglasses, birthday,
Form: Acrostic
bright pink fingernails
a straw hat low on her brow
cool in sunglasses
at summer's hot verge
beneath a green tree calm breeze
wild waves crash nearby
shadows of August
in the midst of reign of gold
mysterious girl
Categories:
sunglasses, color, girl, imagery, mystery,
Form: Haiku
Sun baked earth, yet another summer
Preheated oven burns, my sticky hour.
Sunglasses hide me,"Did I really love her?"
Sweet lemonade,... tastes bitter and sour.
8th May 2019
Sponsor Caren Krutsinger
Contest Name "Summer Quatrain"
Categories:
sunglasses, lost love, sunshine,
Form: Quatrain
If you need proof that every soul
Is at war with itself,
Look no further than your sunglasses.
That in the darkest hour of night
We pray for dawn to break
To chase the shadows away
And illuminate your spirit.
What do you do?
What have I done?
That dearest beseeched ray of day
Finally hops the fence and is found
To be too damn brilliant
Too sharp and discerning to tolerate
It stings the eyes and scorches the skin.
I wear sunglasses,
Keep my foot in both camps
For darkness threatens to smother
And light threatens to burn me
So I stay in the middle.
So you see we are all of us
Creatures afflicted by division,
Fallen spirits trying to float upwards
While still clinging to the ground,
The best gymnast of the heart
Can’t do the splits that well.
Trash your Oakley’s
Nobody can serve two masters.
Categories:
sunglasses, faith, inspiration,
Form: Free verse
I have sunglasses that let you see
Only the things that you want to see!
"You're mistaken," you say,
"They're just regular shades!"
And I say, "That's my point precisely!"
Categories:
sunglasses, humor, judgement, magic, people,
Form: Limerick
Yes, I know, it is all an illusion
The way my sun-like eyes see:
For these glasses paint in gold
The wreckage and ruin around me.
This may be the wrong way
To live my sorry life
Finding golden glimmers even as
I hold a glinting knife,
But the world that I see
Whenever I try to see what's real:
It is broken, dreary, dead,
Much I like how I feel
Whenever I wind up lost
In my supposed paradise
But find that my dreams have
Been devoured by demon lies
And realize that however hard I try
I'll never be able to redeem
The idyllic joy that once lay in
Every single one of my dreams.
So with my counterfeit view
Of this miserable land
At least, somehow, I can see
A kingdom so sunshine grand,
And at least, as I walk towards
The cliffs from where I shall die,
My last sight is the eternal proof
Of my beautiful lie---
Categories:
sunglasses, dark, death,
Form: Rhyme
Wearing sunglasses
He wants me to find
The sunglasses
Categories:
sunglasses, age,
Form: Haiku
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