"wearable" poems
Laugh, and your day will be brighter,
laugh, and your burden will be lighter.
Laugh, and make it contagious,
laugh, and become courageous.
Laugh, and the pain becomes bearable,
laugh, and anything is wearable.
Laugh, deep down from your belly,
laugh, till your legs turn to jelly.
Laugh, and tell something funny,
laugh, and don't worry about money.
Laugh, and create joy around you,
laugh, and touch if only a few.
Laugh, and create an instant bond,
laugh, and even pygmies will respond.
Laugh, and if you don't remember how,
let me know and I will teach you now.
Laugh, and if you need some inspiration,
laugh, and try anti-frustration.
Jan 17, 2010
Jan 17, 2010 at 2:24 AM UTC
Laugh, and your day will be brighter,
laugh, and your burden will be lighter.
Laugh, and make it contagious,
laugh, and become courageous.
Laugh, and the pain becomes bearable,
laugh, and anything is wearable.
Laugh, deep down from your belly,
laugh, till your legs turn to jelly.
Laugh, and tell something funny,
laugh, and don't worry about money.
Laugh, and create joy around you,
laugh, and touch if only a few.
Laugh, and create an instant bond,
laugh, and even pygmies will respond.
Laugh, and if you don't remember how,
let me know and I will teach you now.
Laugh, and if you need some inspiration,
laugh, and try anti-frustration.
Oct 4, 2013
Oct 4, 2013 at 11:30 PM UTC
There's a plethora of albums in my mind
And a good deal weighing on my heart
My brain desires fluctuation
Bipolar fixations based around emotion
And Unicorns with rainbows on blue,
wearable ocean
And everything is a microcosm
seemingly inconsequential
When looked at solely from
the view of entrusting it to You
And all the fear that rides the
coattails of such a decision.
Jun 29, 2013
Jun 29, 2013 at 11:15 PM UTC
Sometimes,
I am afraid there are so many
People In this world,
So many crowds to
Walk through,
That eventually I might never
Recover the body (and mind) that are
My own.
Some days,
Even when I am alone in the
Pale light of my very own
Thoughts,
I seem to lose myself in the
Vastness –
I seem to lose myself in the
Narrowness.
Do you ever wonder if it is
Possible that a person could get
So lost inside their own self that
No matter how hard the trying
Hands grasp through the
Darkness of the soul,
It could never truly be found again?
It’s funny –
The places a person will discover himself,
Not in the back of the mind,
Usually,
But in the back of the hand,
In the back of the throat, ending
At the tongue and the
Slightly-open lips.
Occasionally,
I climb up an ancient wooden staircase that
Ascends into an attic,
And I gather the thoughts and pieces of
Myself I have hidden there.
And, just for a challenge,
I try and assemble the pieces together,
Like a necklace-
The kind of necklace that looks
Interesting enough,
maybe even beautiful,
but is never quite wearable.
Jan 31, 2011
Jan 31, 2011 at 12:35 PM UTC
it was the
summer
of 13
when a city
consumed in a
Cronut crazed
heat wave
amped
the tenderloin
slicing the underbelly
of Hell's Kitchen
packing meat for
Russian oligarchs
pouring fistfuls
of petrol rubles
down the
thirsty gullets
of glutinous
developers
their distended
bellies welling
with aching
avarice
from an
extended
stay at an
All You Can Eat
zero interest
smorgasbord
courtesy of
Uncle Sam’s Diner
somewhere off the
West End
getting fat
on the land
reclaimed
and rebuilt
on the dust
and detritus
of an expired
Great Society
Bloomie's metropolis
rising on the rubble
of razed neighborhoods....
the vertical leaps
shooting ever upward
the heady windows
framing portraits
of endless replication
offering the amenities
of the vain comfort
found in ghettos of
soulless high rises
and the billowing
gray perspective
of blanched out
street cafes
brewing $9 lattes
and big box
boutiques busy
busking the
latest rage
of sweat repelling
yoga mats and
wearable apps
America’s Mayor
Giuliani paved the way
he arrested all
the squeegee men
confiscated their Windex
dumped it down
the sewers and filled all
vacancies at Rikers
a year after Sandy
rolled up the Hudson
breaching the banks
of West Street
licking the streets
clean of urban
flotsam the
surging boom
bloomed
Bloomie bankrolled
a red carpet
for his global
fraternity of
plutocrats
unleashing a
tsunami of
shekels
washing away
the fading
memories of
Captain Sully’s
cool headed
lunch pail
heroism proving
that 727’s can
walk on water
was now passe
Lou Reed
left town
the wild side
monetized by
the belching
banality of
Urban Hipsters
millennial
babes in toy land
embarked on an endless
shopping spree
where credit limits
never expire and
giddy narcissism
greased with entitlement
orders up room service
as the next course
in this endless
movable feast
Music Selection
Philip Glass
The Hours
9/8/13
NYC
jbm
Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 2:50 PM UTC
*run the hands over every
tissued cell,
race the tongue upon and under every
unsealed pore
linger, tarry,
only if you must,
here, there and where
you stop only to drink
my body's must...
lid to lobe,
crevice to mound,
uncover the obvious,
reveal the infinitesimal,
finite the desire,
end at the beginning,
fire up the cool hearth,
emblazon the shields ofordinary,
exit and enter
simultaneously
refill the apertures
with~not~my
peptones, enzymes, amino acids,
replenish my
well
then drain
well
the abscesses and repair
the wearable wounds ,
reminder remains
of prior contests,
won and lost
make me better
than well
know before,
realize afterwards
that ceasing,
never and always,
is an always never*
for this route
forever changing,
for your hands and tongue
redraw me
every time
they run the course
every time,
ever and when you
exit and enter
always and ever
simultaneous,
the course of
my flesh
Nov 1, 2014
Nov 1, 2014 at 9:49 AM UTC
summer was my favorite yellow sweater
a poly blend of cotton, mental stability, and personal triumphs from the previous months
my summer sweater was the best I ever had
smelling of campfires and kisses and travels and euphoria
but, it had one fatal flaw
the loose thread
the loose thread that I chose to ignore until it got snagged on his car door handle the night he kissed me
the loose thread that then began to unravel the sweater
for a little while, it was still wearable
I could keep it together with the assistance of safety pins and wishful thinking
but now I sit here, naked on the hard wood floor
clinging to the big bright yellow mess that was once my favorite summer sweater
wishing I could go back to the beginning and just tie that ******* loose thread a little tighter
so that I would never have to let go of my favorite summer sweater
-
Aug 17, 2015
Aug 17, 2015 at 2:31 AM UTC
Angel Friend
He is an Angel Friend.
Old, Wise, and Designed to have a huge heart
A hard working soul that never quits or did such weaken to bend.
Upon his birth..
Designed for brilliance - the bigger, brighter, and more
significant of life purposes..
A legacy forged
At his birth
An energy made itself A great and bright start
Elderly ages equals wisdom and a fatherly care
Energy in a heart forged from gold - such strength shared and Naturally grown
Such vines to sprout and bond
Connections created and they never detach
Away from the one's who have shared such energies, in return.
A beautiful artistic creation
Created through heart's truer matches..
Selfless gifts
Formed from the kindred spirits - like the silk worm's
Carefully generated stitches of silk
From their gratefulness and directed sharing of portions of their life's force
These fibers are woven into unmeasurable
Dime Worthy estimated or appraised "trinkets"
of breathtaking Tapestry Blankets or "clothe windows.."
Joined forever as one, from one starting love's warmth to another,
train on "crazy rails in need of redirection.."
Such souls see and hand over irreplaceable rider tickets
Clothe pieces of spirits joined as one - as tapestries .
Quilted generations bonded by their loving and sharing connections in Golden Spirited worth .
Heirlooms handed down between life's generations
New births of fresh spirits
Climbing the ladders of time
as cherished timeless gifts
Given to those whom he cares for
Bonded to even those outside a "family" pool
until the very last breath.
Spending not a dime.
He shall toil until his spirit leaves the Earth
Then such energies stay with those whom he cared for
All timeless and unmeasurable ticks of the clock
or sands of the hourglass
Light shines upon the extension of the cared one's family births
Therefor , he has always been earning a defined role
"The eternal force of caring.."
"The warrior's toll."
In edition to the medals of honor
Golden Wearable awards, given unto him, by the Creator.
Titled as the "Creator's Golden Heart" and "Love's earned Crown."
As written in the Latin Life's Wisdom Scrolls" as:
per "Creator aurei cordis" et "coronam meruit amor est scriptor
Apr 15, 2019
Apr 15, 2019 at 6:25 PM UTC
The only time
you take to say
I love you
is at the end of the day
Only when all else
is done
do you think to
pick up the phone
to say
"How was your day?"
Five minutes
here or there
then I'm out
to
Bear:
these wounds
that you have left behind
forgiveness I have tried to find
in my heart I cannot see
what this possibly means to me
Cold as frost
on this glass of tea
ice cubes clanking
as my eagerness
ceases
To Be:
capable of believing
your stories
they just end up
to be
tentative sorry's
What am I to do with you
in the balance
hangs a shoe
a shoe that should fit
me and you
one all-inclusive
cinderella duo
Glass slippers
and tux shoes to match
no more for the while
To Catch:
the sinister glance
of a passerby that
gets the chance
To See:
That my pain is real
that this ongoing feeling
is starting
To peel:
back these layers of true love
what lies beneath
is something gloved
with black and coarse
material, it sickens me
sometimes,
to see,
this connection so wearable
Wearing thinner and thinner
to see right through the center...
from you to me
I hope with all hope's hope
that this love will love and last
and be amazing love,
the kind that lasts forever.
But:
if the chill
refuses to leave,
then I'll have to grab my jacket
and leave,
and check out of your hotel
Apr 4, 2010
Apr 4, 2010 at 4:45 PM UTC
The line between technology and fashion is blurring. Brands and designers are now using electronics to make cutting-edge wearables and experiences, while companies like Amazon are trying to break into a space that hasn't until now been very welcoming of outsiders. Intel is another tech company that's set its sights on the fashion world, with various smart garments and accessories, including dresses, glasses and bracelets. In an interview at SXSW, Intel Vice President of Wearables Sandra Lopez said her team's mission is to be an enabler first and foremost rather than trying to become a fashion brand unto itself.
Lopez pointed to last year's New York Fashion Week, when Intel teamed up with 13 designers to livestream a runway show in virtual reality -- a medium that's being embraced by many fashion houses. Another example, she said, is Tag Heuer's Connected Modular 45 smartwatch, which Intel helped build with Google and the Swiss watchmaker. "Our strategy is focused on collaboration and empowering leaders in the fashion industry to push the boundaries of fashion with technology," Lopez said. "We are constantly working to make our technology smaller, faster, more energy efficient and more capable than ever before to help our partners succeed."
One of the challenges for brands is figuring out how to make the most out of technology, she said, especially in terms of the data they're collecting through connected garments, other types of wearables and at their retail stores. "There is a real opportunity to help the fashion industry harness the power of data," Lopez said. "How can you analyze what consumers are doing in store, online and through every interaction you have in real time to maximize sales and open up new revenue streams?" That's something designers like Rebecca Minkoff are already trying to do with in-store features like smart mirrors, self-checkout and RFID tags that let the brand know more about customers' buying habits.
"Personalization and customization is only beginning to be tapped into," Lopez said about the potential of both industries working together on wearable products. "Technology has the ability to transform industries, and fashion is no different."Read more at:http://www.marieaustralia.com/short-formal-dresses | www.marieaustralia.com/red-carpet-celebrity-dresses
Mar 16, 2017
Mar 16, 2017 at 9:16 PM UTC
Designer Mandira Wirk gave actress Nimrat Kaur a regal look when she showcased her New Royals collection at Amazon India Fashion Week on Saturday.
Wirk showed 20 ensembles, including Kaur’s ivory drape concept sari with just a zipper, panelled gown with mother of pearls and dori work paired with a sheer cape.
“Her collection is so pretty and feminine,” said Kaur. “I love her clothes. This collection is called the New Royals... it’s bringing pretty back, beautifully enhancing the female body form. It makes you feel so light and pretty.”
Panelled anarkalis, jackets and capes, crop tops, jumpsuits and tapered trousers appeared alongside designer’s signature drape saris and dhoti pants.
Wirk, in a beautiful off-shoulder powder pink dress, said: “I wanted to get pretty back to the runway. It is pretty feminine, wearable and an extremely versatile collection.
“I have done lots of pastels...lot of capes, sleeves. So basically a very feminine and romantic collection.”
The range saw a heavy use modern details like wide pockets and deep waistbands paired with layers of French knots.Read more at:http://www.marieaustralia.com/plus-size-formal-dresses | www.marieaustralia.com/red-carpet-celebrity-dresses
Oct 18, 2016
Oct 18, 2016 at 4:12 AM UTC
In the darkest of blue
Looking out on my patio
Through old vertical blinds
The umbrella is in disrepair
along with six weather beaten chairs
Things are different now
Under quarter moon's fraction
To drown the sound of quiets
Intrusion
I go to my computer and type
All I hear is the tapping of my fingers
As they hit each key
Wishing you were next to me
Through my cloth to my skin
The evidence is clear
You've left your imprint
Of love shared
In this space
Like wearable art
To be seen
To be felt
Inside folded pages
Of love letters hidden
Collective thoughts
You make me swing
Rise to the creme
Mar 24, 2016
Mar 24, 2016 at 9:53 AM UTC
My Daughter has a fitbit that records her every move.
She wears it daily on her wrist in her efforts to improve.
Her every step, lap and jump thus are duly noted.
To self-improvement and fitness, she surely is devoted.
Me? I can get tired watching football on T.V.
The treadmill in my basement is piled high with clean laundry.
I can’t resist a chocolate bar, my diet isn’t great.
Does rising from my easy chair still count as lifting weights?
Still, there should be a wearable for the chubby hubby set.
To monitor the quality of the sitting time we get.
To count each doughnut we consume, to list each chocolate bar.
To note the steps avoided when we choose to take the car.
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 7:38 PM UTC
Someone stained the sweater
So you soak it into the water
it's clean and wearable
that's how you feel
She wears you recklessly
and you remain calm
keep her warm
suffer the same stains
over and over
Acceptance
I'm a ball of yarn
no, that's not right
I'm a sweater to her
scarf for the mother
socks for the baby
hat for the lover
blanket for the stranger
Acceptance
A ball of yarn is useless
yet the strands come together
Grandma knits and knits and knits
and you find use
in comforting another
Could I be accepted
even when I am not a comfort
Always moving and improving
yet remaining the same to the ones I love
death comes for us all
and before it does
I want to live
To not be a means to everyone's end
To be selfish sometimes
And to feel loved
Don't you want to live
and still be accepted
(I do)
~M
Dec 3, 2024
Dec 3, 2024 at 1:08 PM UTC
I snap back to attention, but my body tells a lie
when my mind is on vacation far away and so
am I.
They never spot the missing link
I think because I'm good at blending in
or it might be the chameleon skin
that colours me and I fit in, do not
stand out nor raise a hand or smile, don't shout
just stand, be there but on vacation too, you can
do as I do to make the babble bearable, to
blend in and make life more wearable,
to snap back when you're far away
to span the gap from yesterday and
jump away from any day, I do it all the time,
Who, does it too but he has a Tardis,
I do not.
Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 7:41 PM UTC
Sometimes . . .
Such as a Who
. . . at Leeds ,
Or a dream unfullfilled
. . . in Alabama
Or the conflict
. . . daily in Dallas
or the absurd
. . . "Free at last ! Free at Last! Thank God free at last !
The more it changes
The less I recognize
. . . and there you elbow me
saying ,"It remains the same!"
Poetry is like underwear
It's wearable but not necessary
Comes in all shapes and sizes
Any color you would want
with printed statements of facts
Some wear well
Some have holes
Some rise to the occassion
Some barely make it waste deep
Aug 9, 2024
Aug 9, 2024 at 2:28 AM UTC
He once laughed and brought joy to my soulful,wearable heart but now my heart is no longer wearable or soulful it's pathetic and deficient. Yet you wore it once.
Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 10:09 PM UTC