"saks" poems - Hello Poetry

From the slums of mexico city To the avenue of Hollywood, Around the bin of saks fifth avenue. To the know it all's, and all be goods. In the hoods, where ghetto girls are sweet Some are called hood bunnies Junkies are the daily keeps. I sleep sweet now I got out of Mexico city's way of life. The ghetto one The slum one The hood one Not saks fifth avenue. The hood, Gangster avenue.

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Oct 5, 2015

Oct 5, 2015 at 9:16 PM UTC

jessica-packer

Gangster avenue

From the slums of mexico city To the avenue of Hollywood, Around the bin of saks fifth avenue. To the know it all's, and all be goods. In the hoods, where ghetto girls are sweet Some are called hood bunnies Junkies are the daily keeps. I sleep sweet now I got out of Mexico city's way of life. The ghetto one The slum one The hood one Not saks fifth avenue. The hood, Gangster avenue.

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merica land of greedy corporations home of i got mine you get yours merica where some live in big houses that climb to the skies still others live in getto's where some drive around in cars that need their own zip code america we got neimanmarcus gucci saks chanel, dior some do their shopping in the 5 and dime next door merica its own worst enemy for its destroyed more than it will ever be jSweptson

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Feb 24, 2011

Feb 24, 2011 at 7:24 AM UTC

jsweptson

merica

merica land of greedy corporations home of i got mine you get yours merica where some live in big houses that climb to the skies still others live in getto's where some drive around in cars that need their own zip code america we got neimanmarcus gucci saks chanel, dior some do their shopping in the 5 and dime next door merica its own worst enemy for its destroyed more than it will ever be jSweptson

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Andrew Gn Probably the most prolific Singaporean designer, Gn graduated from the renowned Saint Martins School of Art and Design in London and the Domus Academy in Milan before joining Emanuel Ungaro in 1992. He launched his namesake label in 1996, establishing a fan base among the Parisian high society and A-list celebrities such as Jessica de Rothschild and Sarah Jessica Parker for his luxurious fabrics and exquisite embellishments. Gn was awarded the President’s Design Award in 2007 and is stocked in all the major continents, with his atelier based in the Le Marais district in Paris. Ashley Isham The other Singaporean high fashion designer to hit big time in the international circuit, Isham established his namesake label in London in 2000, and is a show fixture at London Fashion Week. The label is known for its sharp, contemporary tailoring and high-octane glamour, and is a hit among film, TV and music stars as well as British royalty. Aijek Self-taught designer Danelle Woo creates easy-breezy, ultra-feminine pieces in sustainable fabrics. Aijek is stocked at multi-label boutiques in China, Hong Kong, Malaysia, Indonesia, Latin America, the Middle East and the United States. Depression The neo-Gothic ready-to-wear label’s stark, minimalist designs are stocked in Hong Kong, Belgium, Japan and the U.S., and counts celebrities like Adam Lambert and The Black-Eyed Peas as fans. Sabrina Goh The feted Singaporean designer stocks her easy-to-wear pieces from her namesake label at multi-label boutiques in the United States, the Fred Segal store in Japan and a London-based online store Not Just A Label. Max Tan The avant-garde label features experimental silhouettes and a contemporary artistic flair, and is stocked in Europe, the Middle East, San Francisco and Taiwan. Benjamin Barker This stylish menswear brand founded by designer Nelson Yap in 2009 now has two stores in Melbourne and offers custom tailoring as well. It also offers shipping to Australia and New Zealand via its website BenjaminBarker.co. . In Good Company The well-loved minimalist label with unusual silhouettes fronted by designers Sven Tan and Kane Tan is stocked in Hong Kong at Kapok, at various departmental stores in Jakarta, Indonesia, including Sogo, Seibu and Galleries Lafayette Jakarta and in New York’s Saks Fifth Avenue.Read more at:http://www.marieaustralia.com/formal-dresses-sydney | www.marieaustralia.com/formal-dresses-brisbane

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Aug 19, 2016

Aug 19, 2016 at 12:23 AM UTC

judy-smith

8 Singaporean designers who are also flying the flag high overseas

Andrew Gn Probably the most prolific Singaporean designer, Gn graduated from the renowned Saint Martins School of Art and Design in London and the Domus Academy in Milan before joining Emanuel Ungaro in 1992. He launched his namesake label in 1996, establishing a fan base among the Parisian high society and A-list celebrities such as Jessica de Rothschild and Sarah Jessica Parker for his luxurious fabrics and exquisite embellishments. Gn was awarded the President’s Design Award in 2007 and is stocked in all the major continents, with his atelier based in the Le Marais district in Paris. Ashley Isham The other Singaporean high fashion designer to hit big time in the international circuit, Isham established his namesake label in London in 2000, and is a show fixture at London Fashion Week. The label is known for its sharp, contemporary tailoring and high-octane glamour, and is a hit among film, TV and music stars as well as British royalty. Aijek Self-taught designer Danelle Woo creates easy-breezy, ultra-feminine pieces in sustainable fabrics. Aijek is stocked at multi-label boutiques in China, Hong Kong, Malaysia, Indonesia, Latin America, the Middle East and the United States. Depression The neo-Gothic ready-to-wear label’s stark, minimalist designs are stocked in Hong Kong, Belgium, Japan and the U.S., and counts celebrities like Adam Lambert and The Black-Eyed Peas as fans. Sabrina Goh The feted Singaporean designer stocks her easy-to-wear pieces from her namesake label at multi-label boutiques in the United States, the Fred Segal store in Japan and a London-based online store Not Just A Label. Max Tan The avant-garde label features experimental silhouettes and a contemporary artistic flair, and is stocked in Europe, the Middle East, San Francisco and Taiwan. Benjamin Barker This stylish menswear brand founded by designer Nelson Yap in 2009 now has two stores in Melbourne and offers custom tailoring as well. It also offers shipping to Australia and New Zealand via its website BenjaminBarker.co. . In Good Company The well-loved minimalist label with unusual silhouettes fronted by designers Sven Tan and Kane Tan is stocked in Hong Kong at Kapok, at various departmental stores in Jakarta, Indonesia, including Sogo, Seibu and Galleries Lafayette Jakarta and in New York’s Saks Fifth Avenue.Read more at:http://www.marieaustralia.com/formal-dresses-sydney | www.marieaustralia.com/formal-dresses-brisbane

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jeg glemmer dig jeg klipper dig ud ud fra min hukommelse ligesom jeg klipper i min fars gamle kunstbøger du er kunst men ikke al kunst kan huskes

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Mar 8, 2015

Mar 8, 2015 at 2:56 PM UTC

ida-glitre

saks

jeg glemmer dig jeg klipper dig ud ud fra min hukommelse ligesom jeg klipper i min fars gamle kunstbøger du er kunst men ikke al kunst kan huskes

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I still wear her shawl hand knitted gravel-toned not an item I'd buy in a shop but it's so Mrs. Saks lamb soft under many layers of crusty chill she'd have it on standing all of five feet tall hands on her hips peering sharply down her steep drive her wooden hut buried in rambling thorns of isolation I'd ask about her life in the old country for her as if yesterday in broken English she'd tell of the scenes that bitter day I'd make notes to write that essay so people see her checklist sharp as martensite toughened steel of mountain fire fathers and sons picked off mothers' wails silenced made to look their babies smashed screaming in shallow soil as soldiers laughed hyenas glibly stealing a people's jewels not seeing the core lived on still

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Jul 27, 2019

Jul 27, 2019 at 6:42 AM UTC

eleanor-prince

her gravel-grey shawl (war content)

I still wear her shawl hand knitted gravel-toned not an item I'd buy in a shop but it's so Mrs. Saks lamb soft under many layers of crusty chill she'd have it on standing all of five feet tall hands on her hips peering sharply down her steep drive her wooden hut buried in rambling thorns of isolation I'd ask about her life in the old country for her as if yesterday in broken English she'd tell of the scenes that bitter day I'd make notes to write that essay so people see her checklist sharp as martensite toughened steel of mountain fire fathers and sons picked off mothers' wails silenced made to look their babies smashed screaming in shallow soil as soldiers laughed hyenas glibly stealing a people's jewels not seeing the core lived on still

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We are the coffee stains on waiting tables That lie unattended in cafes Of our own making We are the imprints Of a life lived haphazardly Without any patterns to follow We are…and are nothing more Each day I immerse myself In the torrent of a New York Sidewalk Knowing that Life and death Have never been closer Than at this very moment Each day I see people Living lives of quiet desperation Caged in suits of blue and black Bought for 250 dollars At Saks fifth avenue Without looking at price tags Because who argues About the price of a straitjacket I leave the crowds and walk down further On a street that seems empty and yet full There is a tree standing at the corner Of two numbered avenues that Are different ,yet the same In the nightmarish way That only cities can hope to achieve It looks anaemic and withdrawn Gnarled beyond recognition Unnoticed , except by dogs And posters for lost dogs That offer paper rewards For a live beating heart It seems to cry, tearlessly Soundlessly At each nail that tears through its skin Trying to find its pulse point And silence it for good There are brownstones lining The street that I turn into Brick mansions that should In their ridges hold Stories of wealth and joy That surely follow All green paper trails But instead, house (Like exotic museum specimens ) Cheating fathers and acrimonious mothers Drugged out sons and prostitutional daughters All by products of a generation that measures ***** into its morning cornflakes And keeps itself alive On a steady diet of Adderall I come to the end of the street And watch as the sun sinks down Over a dead end world Wondering if the night will hide Or reveal all that lies hidden Wondering if remembering Buries or resurrects … Or whether we are all graves Postmarked optimistically “To Heaven “

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Jun 26, 2014

Jun 26, 2014 at 2:08 AM UTC

angela-dawn

I am postmarked ....

We are the coffee stains on waiting tables That lie unattended in cafes Of our own making We are the imprints Of a life lived haphazardly Without any patterns to follow We are…and are nothing more Each day I immerse myself In the torrent of a New York Sidewalk Knowing that Life and death Have never been closer Than at this very moment Each day I see people Living lives of quiet desperation Caged in suits of blue and black Bought for 250 dollars At Saks fifth avenue Without looking at price tags Because who argues About the price of a straitjacket I leave the crowds and walk down further On a street that seems empty and yet full There is a tree standing at the corner Of two numbered avenues that Are different ,yet the same In the nightmarish way That only cities can hope to achieve It looks anaemic and withdrawn Gnarled beyond recognition Unnoticed , except by dogs And posters for lost dogs That offer paper rewards For a live beating heart It seems to cry, tearlessly Soundlessly At each nail that tears through its skin Trying to find its pulse point And silence it for good There are brownstones lining The street that I turn into Brick mansions that should In their ridges hold Stories of wealth and joy That surely follow All green paper trails But instead, house (Like exotic museum specimens ) Cheating fathers and acrimonious mothers Drugged out sons and prostitutional daughters All by products of a generation that measures ***** into its morning cornflakes And keeps itself alive On a steady diet of Adderall I come to the end of the street And watch as the sun sinks down Over a dead end world Wondering if the night will hide Or reveal all that lies hidden Wondering if remembering Buries or resurrects … Or whether we are all graves Postmarked optimistically “To Heaven “

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she is the only one who brings her own wine to the party and it's always cliquot she is that girl, find her perfume on your supreme hoodie but she will leave, and you know, she fears nothing she is too white to wash out of your duvet, too rich to devour whole and too bougie to ever live a normal life she is the space between her thighs and nothing else her eyes are as empty as the macy's storefront but she's better than that, louie v all day, every day she is urban, the hypebeast, the sneaker head, the cool girl she is everything them white girls want but don't need she is a nightmare, the disembodied hand sends a backhand slap across your cheek, the mother who drank too much, the mother who's jewelry blinded you she is a poem that rambles towards the last stanza, just like this one, and she is my elusive lover *she is a ******* goddess*

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Sep 8, 2017

Sep 8, 2017 at 7:28 PM UTC

soph

saks fifth avenue

she is the only one who brings her own wine to the party and it's always cliquot she is that girl, find her perfume on your supreme hoodie but she will leave, and you know, she fears nothing she is too white to wash out of your duvet, too rich to devour whole and too bougie to ever live a normal life she is the space between her thighs and nothing else her eyes are as empty as the macy's storefront but she's better than that, louie v all day, every day she is urban, the hypebeast, the sneaker head, the cool girl she is everything them white girls want but don't need she is a nightmare, the disembodied hand sends a backhand slap across your cheek, the mother who drank too much, the mother who's jewelry blinded you she is a poem that rambles towards the last stanza, just like this one, and she is my elusive lover *she is a ******* goddess*

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støj på kanalen defekt, bristet, glitch det er mørkt og det regner og jeg kan ikke se stjernerne hverken figurativt eller reelt lysforurening, så meget liv og så mange skæbner støvet sammen under ét tag; universets at lægge en beskyttende arm om menneskeligheden at give en kold skulder omdrejninger, verdens navn, verdens navle spøgelser, både reelt og figurativt efterladt tomrum, som et billede med en udklippet skikkelse i vrede, såret, impulsivt - med en dårlig saks med ujævne kanter, antydningen af en person bag fraværet ikke nok til at identificere ikke nok til at være tilstrækkeligt, higende og frastødt på samme tid frustreret og opgivende malplaceret og ambivalent båret med vinden øjet af stormen; stille bevægelse overalt afbrudt vender vi tilbage efter de tekniske problemer?

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Dec 3, 2015

Dec 3, 2015 at 3:50 PM UTC

en-anonym-skikkelse

midlertidig afbrydelse

støj på kanalen defekt, bristet, glitch det er mørkt og det regner og jeg kan ikke se stjernerne hverken figurativt eller reelt lysforurening, så meget liv og så mange skæbner støvet sammen under ét tag; universets at lægge en beskyttende arm om menneskeligheden at give en kold skulder omdrejninger, verdens navn, verdens navle spøgelser, både reelt og figurativt efterladt tomrum, som et billede med en udklippet skikkelse i vrede, såret, impulsivt - med en dårlig saks med ujævne kanter, antydningen af en person bag fraværet ikke nok til at identificere ikke nok til at være tilstrækkeligt, higende og frastødt på samme tid frustreret og opgivende malplaceret og ambivalent båret med vinden øjet af stormen; stille bevægelse overalt afbrudt vender vi tilbage efter de tekniske problemer?

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The colorful lighted Rockefeller Center Christmas tree Thousands of tourist who want to see Radio City Music Hall with the Rockette’s heels in the air New York City at Christmas time, which no other city can compare The department stores with their individual window Christmas Themes The philosophy of Christmas in knowing what it means I just got a news bulletin that Santa has been seen wearing a business suit It wasn’t the red and white It was Santa looking like an Executive in pinstripe and had a handkerchief like a handiwipe and was smoking a pipe It was a superior brand from Saks However let me think back There was some assortment with both Bergdorf and Saks Santa was seen shaking hands with the Mayor Of New York This was a sight too see But this is between the reporter and me Yes it was Santa with a whole new business attitude But there was a candy cane pin attached to his lapel on his suit That was an attire to sweeten a business deal to pursuit I can’t believe Christmas is almost here Everything will be hung with special loving care Those misfortunate will surely get a share Christmas in New York City Coldness in your nose A look on your face as a perhaps in suppose Then a surprise of a Christmas ornament engraved with your name Special preparation being the aim Look its snowing and lets have a game Our hearts filled with joy and our minds concentrated on tame As the sun goes down The night becomes with all the stars around A night to fall asleep and eyes closed in a sandman’s trap of bound Finally sleeping with quiet and nowhere is a sound.

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Nov 28, 2014

Nov 28, 2014 at 7:36 PM UTC

preservationman

CHRISTMAS IN NEW YORK CITY

The colorful lighted Rockefeller Center Christmas tree Thousands of tourist who want to see Radio City Music Hall with the Rockette’s heels in the air New York City at Christmas time, which no other city can compare The department stores with their individual window Christmas Themes The philosophy of Christmas in knowing what it means I just got a news bulletin that Santa has been seen wearing a business suit It wasn’t the red and white It was Santa looking like an Executive in pinstripe and had a handkerchief like a handiwipe and was smoking a pipe It was a superior brand from Saks However let me think back There was some assortment with both Bergdorf and Saks Santa was seen shaking hands with the Mayor Of New York This was a sight too see But this is between the reporter and me Yes it was Santa with a whole new business attitude But there was a candy cane pin attached to his lapel on his suit That was an attire to sweeten a business deal to pursuit I can’t believe Christmas is almost here Everything will be hung with special loving care Those misfortunate will surely get a share Christmas in New York City Coldness in your nose A look on your face as a perhaps in suppose Then a surprise of a Christmas ornament engraved with your name Special preparation being the aim Look its snowing and lets have a game Our hearts filled with joy and our minds concentrated on tame As the sun goes down The night becomes with all the stars around A night to fall asleep and eyes closed in a sandman’s trap of bound Finally sleeping with quiet and nowhere is a sound.

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