"strappy" poems
Black shoes, white shoes, preparing for my flight shoes,
High shoes, low shoes,beautiful peep toe shoes,
Business shoes, pleasure shoes, too perfect to measure shoes,
Wedding shoes, funeral shoes,running road and tunnel shoes,
Strappy shoes,ahh, ****** shoes, annoying clippy clappy shoes,
We really do need all of these,
While planning our lifes route,
But don't complain too much dear men,
I haven't started on my boots!!
Feb 18, 2010
Feb 18, 2010 at 4:29 AM UTC
Fire is not the devil's playground
It's where angels go who can't be found
By something stronger than the purest numb
Like putting out a blue flame with your tongue
She wanted to die
She needed someone to put her
Out of her misery
She didn't mean no harm
So look out for her memory
And it helps, some
But she's drowning
In alphabet soup
The right went left
No sickness resounding
To anyone else
Cause to everyone else
She's the cork that stops the foam
From boiling over into homes and houses
She used to be quiet as a mouse is
Now she's a mute bird bagged with the cat
And that's that
Cause this is hell, she says
I've served my sentence
And I'm seeing red
And when I laugh
You won't see my head
It's back by the bushes
Hysterical, half-dead…
Fire is not the devils playground
It's where angels go who can't be found
By something stronger than the purest numb
Like twenty hard years under someone's thumb
Seasons change, she don't
It's only new threads, new friends
And the same smoke
Nov 25, 2011
Nov 25, 2011 at 10:11 PM UTC
Gabrielle Union wore a gorgeous fall look in New York City while promoting her show, Being Mary Jane, on Tuesday.
The 42-year-old looked like a vision in her fitted white Sophia Kah dress with crimson lace overlay, as she was spotted leaving Live With Kelly and Michael.
The short-sleeved frock featured intricate detailing on the upper portion, while the bottom half was all white.
The skintight dress, which showed off the Think Like a Man star's amazing body, fit her like a glove.
The pop of color from the wine-colored lace added a bold touch to an otherwise minimal look.
The Bring It On actress kept the bold vibes going by choosing shiny gold heels, which added a new dimension to the look.
She added gold rings to compliment her similarly hued strappy heels with gray polished nails.
The Being Mary Jane star wore her shoulder length dark hair loose and wavy.
Opting for a more vampy makeup look, the starlet wore smokey eye shadow, glossy red lips and rosy cheeks.
During her appearance on the morning show, the She's All That actress wore a more understated look, rocking gray slacks, a black top and bright pink heels as she spoke to Michael Strahan and guest host Ciara, who filled in for Kelly Ripa.
The brunette is married to NBA star Dwayne Wade, who plays for the Miami Heat. The couple first met in 2009 and married in August 2014.
Her husband has three sons: 13-year-old Zaire Blessing Dwayne, eight-year-old Zion Malachi Airamis and two-year-old Xavier Zechariah, from previous relationships.
The 33-year-old athlete also raises his 13-year-old nephew Dahveon.
On her show, she plays the character Mary Jane Paul, an on-camera reporter who has to juggle work, love and family.
The third season of Being Mary Jane premieres on October 20th on BET.
The starlet is also currently filming The Lion Guard, an animated TV series where she voices the character of Nala, set to premiere on the Disney Channel in 2016. She recently wrapped The Lion Guard: Return of the Roar TV movie, which premieres this November.
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Oct 14, 2015
Oct 14, 2015 at 2:18 AM UTC
She's like spring
Rosy cheeks and tshirts and jeans
Delicate feet patter along the grass with happiness
the morning dew barricading intruders.
She loves like the sun; shy in the morning
bright in the afternoon
peaceful in the evening.
She's like summer
Tanned face and strappy tops and short shorts
showing off a supposedly perfect body.
A smile on her face that's impossible to wipe off
Her feet slip into her high heels
whilst the heavy bass blasts through the speakers.
She loves like a child loves their teddy bear
soon to throw it away.
She's like autumn
Dimpled cheeks and thick leggings and Converse
wandering through the fields, her dog at her heel
as acoustic music plays in her ears, and
fills her with contentedness.
She loves like he's the only one
he loves her like she's one of many.
She's like winter
Paler face and dense jumpers and fluffy socks
sits inside a room of comfort
and laughs at her favourite tv show
like she's never been lonely.
Snow floats down outside her window
she watches as it touches the ground,
her fingers wrapped around a warm mug of hot chocolate
and smiles to herself in the darkness.
She sighs at the appearance in the mirror
her wide hips should be for affectionate hands to rest upon
but there's just the debilitating scars that others left on her.
She loves like Pluto
too far away for anyone to reach
her mind is troubled by the blankness
and stuck in an eternity of cold space.
Aug 24, 2013
Aug 24, 2013 at 12:41 PM UTC
The seasons change
and you paint what you see:
Silver snow banks,
fragile trees with budding leaves
red blossoms, exploding pink roses,
and gold leaves gleaming in puddles.
And we wear the seasons on our backs:
Sweaters with snowflakes,
light-weight light-green silk scarves,
blouses and strappy sandals the color of tulips,
cardigans and boots heavy like the falling leaves.
And so inside reflects the outside---
the sky above the water,
photo next to the paintbrush,
the window on the house,
the window in your living room.
Apr 29, 2017
Apr 29, 2017 at 1:35 PM UTC
I.
With strappy, **** cutouts at the back, this is tempting at every angle.
∙ Allover lace trim
∙ Strappy back cutouts
∙ Front and back bows
∙ Low rise
∙ Minimal back coverage
∙ Imported polyester/spandex
II.
The **** lift of a push-up meets the coverage you want in a supersoft bra you’ll love to wear. With lighter Memory Fit for extra support as it conforms to your curves and a smoothing U-shaped back.
Lift & Lining
∙ Extreme lift
∙ Full coverage underwire cups
Straps & Hooks
∙ Adjustable straps can convert to crossback and snap into place for a secure hold
∙ Back closure
∙ Double row of hook and eye closures; Sizes 36DD & 38D-38DD have triple row of
closures
for a secure, comfortable fit
∙ 4 settings to ensure a perfect fit
Details & Fabric
∙ U-shaped ballet back prevents band from riding up and offers more coverage
∙ Supersoft, double-lined sides for the smoothest shape
∙ Keyhole and bow at center front
∙ Imported nylon/spandex
Oct 3, 2015
Oct 3, 2015 at 1:50 AM UTC
strappy heels fidgeting in line
for the Ladies Room, waiting
to **** out a chorus of hissing
girl farts sound most like popcorn
because we don't have hairy *****
Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 10:41 PM UTC
The little lady in the
pink jacket and strappy shoes
passed a man who’s
outfit, she thought,
cost less than her new handbag.
She scoffed.
The tall man in
his father’s good jacket
passed a lady who’s
tight dress, he guessed,
took too long to put on.
He shook his head.
They looked at each other.
Briefly.
Then looked away.
The man who watched them
for the other side of the shop window
reckoned he’d write a love song about them.
Feb 4, 2014
Feb 4, 2014 at 5:27 PM UTC
One-click shopping,
instant payment –
so convenient;
so ******* easy
to cross over
from being a shopper
to a low-key hoarder.
I don’t buy expensive stuff.
No, nothing excessive.
Just read about a new book,
must-read of the season,
rave reviews on Goodreads.
Available on Amazon?
Yes, it also has a Kindle version.
(See,
even though there is no comparison
between the warmth of a paperback
and the cool efficiency of e-books,
I prefer my Kindle simply because
it’s easier to carry multiple books.)
So I click – buy – get it.
Now it sits
in merry company
of all the books I bought
so ******* conveniently
while I keep rereading the books
I’ve already read.
Don’t get me started
on my obsession with stationery.
Is there any feeling better
than writing on blank paper?
Seeing your busy thoughts
fall in neat lines,
march in formation,
until they reveal the idea underneath.
I keep browsing through the section
of notebooks, journals, diaries,
pencils, pens – oh, there are so many kinds!
I click – buy – get it.
A moment of ecstasy
when the I get the delivery
even though I mostly jot down
any sudden flash of inspiration
on my phone because it’s always handy.
Getting bigger?
Get larger jeans.
No need to stand trial
before judgemental eyes
of the “helpful” salesperson.
Sidestep the self-esteem crisis,
just click – buy – get it.
Easy return policy;
quick refund if it does not fit.
Idly scrolling on social media
and I’m bombarded
with some choice targeted marketing.
How can I refuse
such a customised bait?
Hook, line, click on the link –
there – it’s not that expensive,
nothing too excessive.
I’ll buy that yellow dress,
those cute strappy sandals,
the quirky socks,
ooh a new mascara!
Wear the dress once and chuck it aside,
then go back to cycle the same five outfits.
Put on the mascara,
bat my eyes in jubilation,
then banish it to the drawer
because it gets on my contacts
and causes irritation.
I can go on and on and wax poetic
about the wonders of window-shopping
from the comfort of my couch.
I swear it’s such a great feeling
coming home to find my package waiting.
Apr 16, 2019
Apr 16, 2019 at 12:02 PM UTC
Kim (one of my BFF) brightened with inspiration, “Oooo! Send him a **** pic!”
“I’m NOT going to sext a guy out of the BLUE,” I grumbled, indignantly.
Kim turned to her phone, “No, No, of COURSE not.” She said as she texted.
“Come on” she said, as she pulled me off my chair and out the door. We raced over, on foot, to my friend Bili’s house (two houses away). We entered without knocking (as usual) and ran upstairs.
Bili lay on her stomach on her unmade bed, fiddling with her phone, ankles up and crossed but she twisted up to attention when we came in.
“What should we do first?” She said, as if there were a million things to do.
They set upon me and had my regular clothes off in a heartbeat. Like all makeovers, this had a prelapsarian purity - the ritual stripping down to blankness before rebuilding.
They quickly went through about half of Bili’s closet - selecting just the right combination of ****** and classy clothes designed to ******
They finally settled on a black slip under an ivory peignoir, stockings with garters and black strappy heels.
Kim twisted my hair up into a loose “Gibson Girl.”
“Hold still,” Bili said, as she grasped my chin and expertly blended red, gold and black glittery eyeshadows followed by lip liner and gloss. “This is just a quickie job,” she reminded me.
I stared at this strange version of myself in the vanity.
Kim frowned and looking around, she spread a pink scarf over the desk light to give the room a rosy glow. They went into studio mode - posing me in various ways from coquettish to bored lounging - suggesting expressions and taking endless pictures with my phone.
Finally, they were satisfied and handed me my phone.
“Shall we go through them?” Bili asked
“Naah,” I said, “I’ll go through ‘em and pick one - or two.”
Later, at home, I looked through them - I looked SO different - and I had to admit - **** even. But was that ME? I cringed, what if my mom saw these ****** Kardashian-like photos somewhere?
I never sent them. I thought I’d have to explain it to my girls.
“HA!” They laughed, “We KNEW you’d never use ‘em” Bili said, as Kim shook her head “Nope.”
“It was fun though!” We all agreed.
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.
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*NOTE: This is a pre-pandemic story from August 2019. I was 15 - the idea wasn’t to ****** this guy, it was to get his interest so he would ask me out 🙃*
Oct 5, 2021
Oct 5, 2021 at 8:56 PM UTC
Self embracing, literally
The shattered skeleton of my intended joys
Wounded, no, un-alive
Clutching onto wastrels of hope
Drowning
Falling
Sinking
Down to the depths of my reality
Praying to wake up to blind filtered polluted sunshine
And impatient ***** of vehicle drivers.
Crows cawing
The sounds of construction.
Firmness beneath my body
My sight blocked by the smoky illusion of bed curtains.
What truly is home?
The physical manifestations of boredom and repetition
Familiar scents of musk, old paper and furniture
Alive furniture, living furniture
With a story; multiple histories to tell
Stuck here instead
Pale skin, dead eyes, cold souls
40 different kinds of bread, wasted
Harsh fluorescent lighting
People pretending to be happy with new haircuts and won ipads
A polaroid of a daisy
Whimsical, right?
Hardly. Overused, misinterpreted, cliched
Cliched realities mixed together in a Chinese take away box
Gold earrings and strappy heels
Mask true insecurity
I lay awake briefly
Dreaming of car-empty roads and solid buildings
Full families and the idea
The idea of being able to share
SHARE
Food, space, air
Thoughts.
Sep 10, 2017
Sep 10, 2017 at 6:52 AM UTC
you started off as a young
strappy soldier
filled with life
fresh meat on the battlefield
you start fighting
and continue
the battle.
but the injuries you suffer begin to drag you down
it hurts
but you don't have time to heal.
you grip your rifle and aim
you hold onto a helmet for protection
and you keep going,
and going.
the war finally ends
and maybe you won,
maybe you lost.
you look around
at the bodies littered on the ground
of people you killed
of comrades you loved
at the once beautiful terrain
now rugged with trenches and craters
at the cities you couldn't protect
that stand as piles of rubble.
and then a deadly calm just settles over you
and you just
continue to exist,
but nothing seems to matter anymore
and you're just waiting
waiting for something that will never come
maybe it's for your body to heal
maybe for the friends you lost
maybe for the earth to stop smelling like gunpowder and blood
for it to grow back into the forests and cities you remember
and you're just
waiting.
Feb 6, 2019
Feb 6, 2019 at 2:03 AM UTC