Friday, May 18, 2012

 

Haiku Friday: Clothes you can't do without

What is your favorite thing to wear? That's a good haiku topic-- let's do that! Here is mine:

Name tag says "Donny."
I sewed it on there. My
Friends were not fooled.

Now it is your turn! Just make if 5 syllables/7/5, and the winner gets a bio here on Monday!

Comments:
White t-shirt and jeans,
Boulevard of broken dreams,
I can be James Dean.
 
Tommy Bahama
shirts are loose, not tight. Just right,
with flip flops and shorts.

My mother, and friend.
Went out for clothes, but left. "Old
dames need no new clothes."

De minimus, yes.
Just enough to dodge a charge
of indecency.
 
Never know when you
will get in an accident
wear your clean panties....
 
Pink oxford cloth shirt
purchased at the old Hickey's
hangs in my closet

(circa 1978)
 
Stretchy blue t-shirt
Gift to him he gave to me
Wraps me like his arms.
 
A long white lab coat
Wrong name sewn on the shirt sleeve,
But it just fits right!
 
Orange,with pale birds,it
Slips on silky like sweet song.
Plump doves peep from neck.
 
A column of peach
Blossoms Monet embroidered
Waterfalls to her feet.

She went to see him
Yet again in his tuxedo
And he kissed her lips.

Once a year she dove
Into his eyes and knew there
Was no hope.Craving.
 
This hat has its own
Life.Pink,it praises flowers,
Sparkling chats with stars.
 
Medievalist hits a home run. Nothing more alluring than the combination he mentions. "The Boulevard of Broken Dreams" a song I love. And James Dean--Well!! Love Oso's poem. And Seraphim's. You people-poets are golden today!
 
No haiku, just wanted to let you know that my cat Donnie wants his sweatshirt back. He says you're totally out of your element.
 
(OsoGrande & Christine made me laugh-snort Coke Zero!)

Threadbare and cozy:
Your old Dr Pepper t-
wish your scent lingered.
 
Clean, respectable
even, but on my feet go
Converse sneakers, Chucks.
 
She didn't know she
Had Asberger's. She talked to
All... in black catsuit.

Her words flew--bullets
From an uzi. Numbers kept
In head,big hats on.

Her hats frightened dogs,
And small children.But kept skin
Smooth,white.Tights kept pain in.

They thought her crazy.
But she on patrol,kept them safe.
She thought black/white facts.

Fascinated me.
Smart child with no boundaries.
Collecting free shells and stones.

So,if you asked me
I'd say her huge hats like blooms
Were her favorites.
 
Medievalist kicking it off STRONG!!!
 
My little black dress
Charming, all I need to add
Pearls, red lipstick.
MMM
 
plain-front, loose khakis
WITHOUT TWENTY-EIGHT POCKETS
Why is that so hard?
 
Who says you can't wear
pajamas to work at home?
I do every day.
 
OK, I'm late to this party but I was on vacation until yesterday, and I simply cannot let this opportunity pass....I must enter:

Clothes may make a man
but Stuart Weitzman pumps, Kate
Spade bag bring me joy.

Am I a shallow
Material Girl, a slave
to designer brands?

Maybe. I do not
care. THOSE pumps and THAT bag are
pretty. That is all.

The just-right shoes and
bag are the dot in my own
exclamation point.
 
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