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2013 Poetry Theme Challenges#06 Tailored-togs and Glad-rags |
What we wear may not be that important in the greater scheme of things but some items of clothing carry a story
with them. It could be a wedding gown, a tatty old pair of jeans or anything else. The challenge is to share those
stories in poetry.
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Tailored-togs and Glad-rags
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Maryse AchongImmerse me in the waters of eternal life, Enfold me in Your all embracing care, Mould me in Your Image and Your Likeness, Anoint me with a strength that dispels fear. Garb me in garments woven with understanding, And gird me with a sash that will erase All bias; give me shoes to carry me Along the path that leads to saving grace. Adorn me with the jewel of integrity, Humility forever be my guide, Kindness sweeten every word I utter, With honesty and justice at my side. Provide me with a wallet full of charity, And faith to hold on to when hope is gone; As the final touch to my ensemble Throw on a shawl of love for everyone. And so equipped with all of these accessories No doubt I'd be some kind of fashion plate Not just for the moment, but for always, I'd never be considered out of date! back to list |
Terry ClitheroeClap clap....Clap clap Heels stamping, hands clapping in time The man appears:- Challenge in every stamp of his heels. Ordinary in his peasant clothes Extra-ordinary in his attitude A King strutting, clapping and stamping Regaining his Kingdom With every clap, - Every stamp A woman appears, stealing the stage Haughty -- A busty, Gypsy Queen. Whilst he looked at her in his supercilious way She looked at him with disdain. She lifted her skirt With a contemptuous look As though wading through The puddle that was his arrogance She stamped as though each stamp Was killing each bubble of his conceit Her bared legs deliberately showing Her independence Her Regal right. Like a lion he began to circle her His prey She replied in kind showing contempt His every step, possession Her reply was only contempt. Turning her back to him She looked back with a sneer. Provoked he stamped forwards And claimed her, pulling her to him She looked at him with hatred Then stamped away from him. He could never possess her. She danced around him teasing him Taunting him with her body movements His eyes narrowing in desire His feet stomping in lust. She looked at him knowing he was hers Took his hand and then suddenly Pushed him to the ground Where he lay, puddled at her feet. She helped him up slowly, Sensuously up her body Showing him her power Promising him everything By submitting, he had won. The guitar and drum played a few more notes And like any couple, they disappeared Into the night.  ----- Gold Threads You offer me a golden thread that's so fine I can but hardly see it and yet somehow I touched it and knew that you were mine By this thread of finest soul, so delicate It is so strong and yet so fine a draw That I'm forever bound to thee my mate. I offer thee my golden thread more crude Ordinary in it's disposition yet you know Having taken my gift our souls interact For the heavenly weaver will take our threads And place them on his loom arranged so I shall be thy warp and thou will be my weft Then he will weave a cloth of soul so fine Others will look and bow their heads in awe.  ----- Juvenile Just a jacket Jeans to match Jersey not needed Just feeling so cool Jocose is me. Join me baby Just for tonight  Elvis Presley - Mean Woman Blues ----- The Man in the Grey Suit The man in the grey suit is sitting on the train In the same seat as usual reading the Herald Scanning the news, bored with the sameness His life no different, lonely, boring, oneness. The young woman sits in the corner opposite This morning her magazine is Cosmo Each day another glossy journal offering hope Through biased research and media buzzwords. Each day he sees the woman, to shy to smile Each time he looks at her she averts her eyes Or perhaps this time it is he that looks away If only I dare say good day or smile they think. Each night after dinner and a glass of wine They assume their alter egos and surf the net There they meet and share a facade of dreams Culminating finally as cyber lovers. Who knows given time will they open up And smile and nod as they leave the train As they walk almost together down George St One day will it happen?  ----- Rag and Bone Man Am I forever holding back on my dreams, Scared to step out into the world again Lest I realise the world like me's insane, Realising all things with love are as it seems? Today's one more of absence and abstinence Tomorrow will be the same until we meet Then time will pass again on winged feet And sneer at our human impertinence. Two lovers who dare to wish and hope for more Lovers who dare to wish they weren't apart Despite past experiences have chosen to ignore And with that choice have made a new start Tidying up, cleaning out and changing the decor Of what was the rag and bone shop of the heart?  ----- Slattern Slattern Scruffy singlet Stained shift Stockings laddered Sexually active Sensuously aroused Satisfied.  back to list |
Divena CollinsFashions change thro' the ages For the better or for worse From gowns to silken slippers Far from trends there is today Finds that have to be the first Forever they shall but defend Fight not this now, get with it.  ----- Slovenly Trollop - (Southern English Dialect) The shop door opened in walkes Mrs Gray "You'll never guess who I saw on my way 'Twas you know who, my shes put on weight She were on'er way to a 'Grand School Fete' Wot caught my eye was wot she had wore Cant she see she's dressed like a whore A brown fur coat wot looked like a skunk Bet if I told she, 'er face would'ave sunk Bright red lipstick smeared over'er face I'm not kidding you she looked a disgrace. She must be over forty no spring lamb 'Er daughters pushing an unwanted pram. 'Er ol' mans no good he's got a floosie A right old trollop by the name o' Suzie. 'Er hair has been red, blonde, and black Face so lined thinks 'er mirrors cracked. I tell you now I be as happy as I am Give me 'alf o' butter, a pound o' ham A quarter 'o tea an' that pot o' honey I'll pay weekend when I've the money".  back to list |
Jem FarmerYou broke my heart, left me alone to die, Each time you promised me never again, I trusted you but words were all a lie So many promises you failed to keep Instead of love I knew only the pain The pain of fear as your fists made me weep And then I made up my mind to leave you I closed the door and left you in the past And through the courts I battled for my due My faith in love I'll not let you destroy Without trusting so easy or so fast I've learned I am more than your punching toy You broke my heart, left me alone to die, And then I made up my mind to leave you.  ----- De-bugged Unravelled cocoons form a single thread To spin and weave into bolts of vibrant silk Awash with shades of blue, yellow and red So many patterns and printed design All crafted with care of the sendal ilk The items of clothing true self define At last moving away from years of hurt With snappy waistcoats and matching cravats A boldness of colour on a plain shirt Revealing old style romance in a gent So farewell high-heels and flowery hats For this is the way of my nature's intent The items of clothing true self define At last moving away from years of hurt.  ----- Divine Dawn Deep inside darkness Destiny Denies the path of light During the night eyes see Dreams of divine light Dawning silent in dour skies Dun clouds depart in moonlight  Karen Conine - Alone in the Moonlight ----- The Flat Cap I never saw grandad without his cap Even if he was just pottering about In checkered tweed he appeared quite the chap But I think he was hiding his bald patch I never heard my grandad yell or shout Not even for England in a test match In fact he never said anything much On the phone it was just a yes or no But I felt his heart without doubt or such One thing that never needed speaking of I feel it now as the memories flow As always I can feel his tender love I never saw grandad without his cap As always I can feel his tender love.  back to list |
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