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Fashion poestry

  by

  Fasean Line

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  Copyright © 2011 by Fasean Line

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  The red carpet

  In private jets they cruise, on recliners over the weather

  On low and high riders, they ride low and hidden, on leather

  On touch down, along bouncers, they walk under umbrellas

  From motown to coast town, they bring a show no matter the weather

  A fuss’ of polish and makeup, down, opens, flats and heels

  A hand in another, another a hand on feels

  His in squares, stripes, labels, another in jeans and white

  Shis in anything, everything and mostly nothing

  One flirts with the media, another poses for the paparazzi

  One talks of their jitters, another of their success in the bizz

  One has a ring, she talks of a fling, and shows off a bling

  They say they’ve a thing, but mostly, they are a thing

  One in shades, shows off his latest bit of fluff

  One cannot tell if he is the gigolo or she is the bimbo

  anyway, today, no one cares, who cares

  She thins like a vagrant and looks like a million bucks

  Another is lithe and blithe, adorning haute couture

  This one is amiable, she adores the fame culture

  She drawls at the boom, fans love this feature

  She flaunts at the paparazzi, cameras love the picture

  In LA, anywhere and nowhere, the same stars, I guess

  Journals look for a killer line, its a game of chess

  Without a blink cameras witness to later confess

  Of malfunctions, anything, mostly of nothing more or less

  Fumes and sprays for a better stink

  Fumes and sprays for a better stink

  roll and spray for a sweeter stink

  shake before use for a wetter ink

  on a date or an interview better not stink

  Fumes and sprays for a better stink

  hygiene, a beauty, on a fashion sink

  cologne, a duty with a passion wink

  with liquor, and a booty, pass on the drink

  Fumes and sprays for a better stink

  in shapeless bottles, each for a week

  A spray and a roll to the pits

  an imbue and an array of scents all week

  Fumes and sprays for a better stink

  her scent lingers nigh and abound like a wick

  like lingerie up high and around, it sticks

  like her picture on hi5, with hits all week

  A fashion poem

  We’ve been born fashion, we’re here to stay

  We have the flow, we’re here with frays

  With a flow to a show, we catwalk with sways

  With a know how, some dow, n a show to run, we’re to stay

  Without strings attached, they run the show with strings and thongs

  With strings attached, we suit in stripes and straps

  Wake up with the make up, take-away make-up by the drive-in

  From pedicures to manicures to ‘womancures’ all while driving

  Handbags got paint and polish, to brush and to polish

  From head to toe, it’s all sparkling, for a dent there is a tow

  For a friend or a foe, it’s all for a sparkling show

  For a clipped toe, there is an open shoe, with a show

  With bangles, earrings, necklaces, a ring and bling

  With a dangle, a shake, a sway, a click and cling

  With a handle, and a chain, and another, am zing

  A tattoo, mascara, and a tan, am think, am zinc’d

  The figure of beauty

  Admire an artist when they start afresh on a canvas

  faint trace lines that draw out the shape show their artistry

  and from the beginning the shape captures your eyes

  impatient to see the eventual piece, you fantasize

  When everything was covered up it was a figure,

  a figure of beauty, shaped by the overlying garments

  draping gracefully, boldly outlining a monument

  trendy a monument but not for a moment

  The hour glass or if you prefer, the 8 or the K

  has lost favor to a H, a svelte H

  a shapely H qualifies you to be a comely

  workout or fast happily ever after even for a homely

  If its siliconed it is a P, with everything ironed out,

  to tell the difference, look closely or look out

  H defines you, not from the ins but out

  irrespective of anorexia or a worked out

  Like coffee it ages, once comely, a svelte letter

  but when a hag wears it, no matter the letter,

  it becomes Italic, one that withers to the letter

  retiring in sorts and styles no matter the letter

  As elusive

  The young are wildly active to focus

  the mature get restless impatiently

  the old give up the fight too soon

  a generation goes by, giving none

  Unnatural, but driven by innate forces

  it is without an definite goal; evolution

  it is difficult to grasp leave alone describe

  today this, tomorrow that, after tomorrow what?

  Its second nature for those with a calling

  an obsession when opportunities give

  a necessity when mercury goes down

  it melts like snow when spring gives

  Its a race against the mind and soul

  none being everywhere and nowhere

  even on a given moment or space

  without these, its non existent

  Hotchpotch

  Penned, immortal

  motif shapely patterns

  related strangers

  draping beauty

  Slenderly long

  innately inert

  illusional shadows

  poured and dried

  Timely hands

  dams of flow

  reversible not

  slaves of time

  Orderly random

  mix n match

  colored rainbow

  nick nacks of life

  The tavern

  A tavern or the other, the weather remains golden

  Same waters flowing from kegs, bottles and glasses

  To oceans though small never filling

  Same people, same atmosphere, same lighting

  Same music, there is even no need for a weather man

  Dresscodes since there are none, are not kept

  But everyone uses the wardrobe, few tip

  No one is dressed for a special occasion

  It rains everyday and today is not different

  Tipsy, drunk, then awash by the floods

  When the rain seizes and taps run dry

  Everything is different, the view, the people

  The mood, the room, the groom, the good

  One in the hand of another, none in any

  Thirst for a hand, a sip, a shot lingers in all

  The minds are like beer glasses, brittle and longing

  Easy to read, pick, lead, frisk and kiss

  Everyone needs something, eyes are so telling

  Yet all night they lingered and wandered

  A horse you can take to the river the rest y’all know

  Weather patterns and climates may change

  But one remains steadfast, thirst and fashion

  The music, the dance, the hand, the river

  With water that quenches not, dams differ

  Half, full or empty, after a bender

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nbsp; Made in China

  We are all made in China

  forget the ads and the packaging

  check the tag that we come with

  it reads ‘Made in China’

  Faux or not, we’ve been designed

  can you tell the difference?

  daunting, aren’t we?

  well, we have been made in china

  You pay for us dearly or cheaply

  you cherish our warmth, feel and look

  you savor us for we are not eternal

  we are loved foreigners from China

  Because we do get not to choose

  we are made a $ a day by coolies

  the sumptuous and hobos own us

  we are made in Asia, mostly in China

  Our making warms and pollutes China

  it keeps money machines rolling in China

  our making creates jobs outside China

  it will come around; it went around from China

  Behold, in the eyes of the beholder

  Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder

  eyes, behold outer and inner beauty

  an array of colors and emotions

  formed, a beatific blueprint revealed

  one like no other, eye rare intimacy

  Eyeball, ogle, schmooze, dote and

  court the blueprint, for in no time

  at neckbreaking speeds it will fade

  beauty, eyes, beholder, all blowsy

  never again to look or be looked at

  Behold, in the eyes of the beholder 2

  Never again to obey laws of nature

  or be defined by scientific theories

  or to be depicted geometrically

  a time shall pass and an a new beginning

  will be, a new beginning to the end

  and just like that it will become extinct

  having not being appreciated,

  or at least acknowledged,

  like the warmth and personality

  of an extinguished lamppost

  Behold, in the eyes of the beholder 3

  They say that..

  if you ask a Minnesotan how

  he feels on the day his comely

  leaves him, he loses his job

  or worse, his dog dies, the answer

  remains unchanged; ‘fine’ he says.

  Lets thus take note, and savor

  times when beauty and paisley holds

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