Category Archives: fashion poetry

STRANGER THINGS…

Stranger outcomes happen,

When opportunity’s tapping,

Wanting in

And you begin

Writing ideas you’re trapping!

He’s written ’bout Christ and trains–

Weather seems worth one’s pains….

Fashion poems are new

As something to do,

And the challenge takes working brains!

I’d say it is channeling energy,

Most of which has left me….

Shapes and sizes

And stylish surmises,

Still need a bard’s entrée.

“An eye for the women.” one said,

Focusing on their clothes instead..

“Clothes make the man”

And women, and can

Leave little more to be said!

YET–a poet describes,

Details that emanate vibes…

Along a track

That likes feedback,

Both positive and wise!

–Jonathan Caswell

 

 

 

POET…AFTER (A) FASHION!

He calls himself “fashion poet”,

One or two others know it…

In pursuits

Avoiding lawsuits,

He certainly doesn’t want to blow it!

Him being man and all,

Must carefully judge his call…

With less passion

Than stereotypical fashion,

Not being the Beast at the ball.

Gender matters to him,

Especially if women…

They’re the kind

He most has in mind,

Do they mind if he tiptoes in?

–Jonathan Caswell

PRETTY AS A PICTURE

Is that a cowl neck I see,

This sweater fits her to a “T”…

A classy belt

Accentuates her svelt

Portions, lovely to see!

This sweater—a camel cream?

Allied with a pencil dress dream…

Opposites attract

Results here distract,

As a wonderfully  well-designed scheme.

An business woman ideal,

Her male colleagues—take a chill–

Notebook at her side

Sunglasses hide,

Reactions to compliment overkill.

–Jonathan Caswell

ANYBODY LISTENING?

A tartan pencil skirt,

Is any out there alert…

Nice to see

Fashionably,

I remember a teacher so girt.

While strict, she had her charm,

Frequent knits to stay warm…

Knee-length hems

I considered gems,

A high-pitched voice when in alarm!

For a Junior High School boy,

Her outfits were sources of joy…

Modest, severe,

But oh what a year,

With some imagination…oh boy!

–Jonathan Caswell

<3 MY LOVE FOR LADY BLOGGERS! <3

❤     MY LOVE FOR LADY BLOGGERS     ❤

Avowed love of lady bloggers,

Hard-working creative bloggers…

I love thee all

For me you stand tall,

Driving us romantics bonkers!  🙂

Some of you are very fetching,

Appearance not all that’s catching…

The mind and heart–

Thy very art–

Draweth me to your fine meshings!

By word and artistic guile,

You make this creative man smile…

Cry and laugh

On your behalf,

Each in a wonderful style.

Long distance hugs the rule

In this community cool….

Cool in attitude

To not be rude,

Suggesting of anything cruel.

Group hugs all around,

My love to all of you found….

In likes and raves

From this former knave,

Who likes in whose company he’s found!

😀

–Jonathan Caswell

<3 JOANNE <3

❤    JOANNE    ❤

Putting it very succinctly,

Joanne in our eyes is distinctly…

A treasure to see

While we happily,

Visit her office meekly.

In fashion that’s the best,

In professional confidence rests…

Her cheery manner

With not a complainer,

Or any of which we’ll attest!

Blessed by her children dear,

We’re blessed by her presence here…

Those of us taken,

Loyalties unshaken

Would make our affection of her clear!

We hope this Valentine will do,

We sure do appreciate you…!

–Jonathan Caswell

AUTUMN HAIKU HERDING

AUTUMN HAIKU HERDING

Fall plantings are in,

Cabbages, hardy mums bloom…

Autumn colors glow!

Warm days–cooler nights

Ushering those southward flights…

Noisily birds fly.

Harvest time each year,

Dresses and skirts lower hems…

Less yield for the men!

Snow birds fly or drive,

Commuting to stay alive…

Rubber tires fly!

Children play in leaves,

Hot chocolate sales go up…

Deserted beaches!

Eggs and produce come

Veggies come from foreign lands…

Locally–now!

–Jonathan Caswell

FASHION POETRY–A MALE POET’S FRIEND

FASHION POETRY–A MALE POET’S FRIEND

It’s nice seeing women with clothes on,

Men won’t feel so reprobate…

Admiring the way things are hidden

Less reason to hesitate.

The women are frequent bloggers,

Way more than men…

They’re happy to be creative—

He’s happy to on their blogs spend.

As long as he behaves well

Especially toward the young…

They provide material

And he–more songs to be sung!

–Jonathan Caswell

WAS THAT GINGHAM?

WAS THAT GINGHAM?

Today he saw a nice dress

Of small checks that impressed…

Dark blue mini-squares

On white also there,

Familiar, yet rarely expressed.

A blogger wore a slim pencil skirt,

This material looked very pert…

Combined with a top

For which traffic would stop,

It was a wonderful flirt.

The women serving FRIENDLY’S ICE CREAM,

Used to wear uniforms…a gingham dream..

For a pubescent boy

Considerably coy,

But his Mother would invade his scene!

Gingham…usually seen in Western

Movies in which women dressed…

In what they could afford

Riding on a buckboard,

Those women–the young ones–looked the best.

So gingham—the boy’s old friend—

Has come back in style again…

A pencil skirt sharp

In gingham, hear a harp

Sweetly playing music in each hem!

–Jonathan Caswell

NOTE:  the Poet is not really a fashion  critic…more of a fashion encourager!