Best Corseted Poems

Intricately fragile, embracing her curves, 
She silently breathes in this womb,
This womb where she is a prey to its wants, 
Its black silken webbing costume,

That clenches her neck, runs down her back, 
Is tattooed the length of her leg,
Where every small inch of her dark...

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The faintness of flight overwhelms me
boxed in caged, corseted, in a cattle car of the air
pristine bells and whistles cajole the herd
as the breath is cycled and recycled through the 
bellows of plasticine and metal
germs jumping from orifice to orifice
knees crushing bosoms braced for the...

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A mirror never reveals  
fallen secrets sewn with soulful sequins;  
time unmutes raven melodies within,  
tawny tunes of truth~
   I once spoke in colorful dialects.  
Now, I trust just the crying crescent in your  
onyx realms  
...

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The year was 1680 and I was travelling,
            I sat in the carriage looking out the window;
The coachman was driving the horses quickly,
      As a storm was approaching us...

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Plump-cheeked and bow-lipped, the stalwart mother sits reading,
corseted in her close-kept role, gathering the feminine
for like to like is drawn, a blossom-pressed, Alice sits lazing.

Straight-laced, as the time, the stripped couch holds her life's calling
falsely framed in pleated revere, smacking of each hidden sin
plump-cheeked and...

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Corsets My Waist
In my corset I 
Feel thin and lean
My waist is constricted
Without any pain

Down to a 22 from 
A  26 inch waist
Inch by inch as I
 am tightly laced

Around my body it
Is snug and warm
Squeezing firmly like
A silk stalking glove

It Defines the curves,
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Three pedal pushers, pushed past,
mom, daughter, grand
icons of fashions.
Forms formed by the dictates of passion.
Hair cropped, brows plucked,
rural New England’s answer to
Dolly Parton.
Scooped necked and corseted
varying little from teen-queen to matriarch;
only the wrinkles told the tale....

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Whoever dreamed up 'calories' is no friend of mine
  I hold him responsible for my corseted waistline

Without his cruel notions, I'd first slake my thirst
  Then I'd explode in a burst of liverwurst...

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As I wandered about the lush lawn
In the gazing ball I glimpsed
A breath-taking young woman with a touch of innocence
In her soulful, violet eyes.

I was mesmerized by her beauty
And I had to look up to see that this vision was real.
I did so slowly, and...

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My girls are of my meraki

      My little women plump and primped
      Bulging curvy corseted crimped

They never fail to catch an eye

      Painted pretty multi designed
    ...

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POEMS FOR POETS X

US Verse, after Auden
by Michael R. Burch

“Let the living creature lie,
Mortal, guilty, but to me
The entirely beautiful.”

Verse has small value in our Unisphere,
nor is it fit for windy revelation.
It cannot legislate less taxing fears;
it cannot make us, several, a nation.
Enumerator of our...

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The redwood forest has been caged, 
corseted its skirt hemmed
Who would think there'd come an age
when trees where kept enclosed

And so I cry and so it goes.
as we bid good bye to all of those.

Seeing nature is now all the rage
even stars have dimmed
Dominion over...

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“since thoughts speak in past tenses,
drop mind, rely on senses,
embracing and releasing,
pain pangs and pleasure pleasing” ~ Unseeking Seeker 

The sun
w a n e s into the saline swell,
and the ether
undresses corseted ruminations,
while heart follows formless flames
illuminated with flares of
frankincense forgiveness
as mind replays recurring regrets
like...

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    Faint recognition; 
     ambiance, for hire,
    this job is precarious,
     but can she steal the show?
    Holding the position;
     mistress of high wire,
...

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After a long walk
I transcribed myself into piano music.
All night a harpsichord
had been jangling nerves,
rattling the same baroque concerto
over and over again.

I count I-100, then start over
counting and walking,
a clockwork organ
self-winding, always
pushing a moment before it
as if time could be saved
for later use.

The morning is...

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