Best Corsets Poems
Your fingertips slide across
The time of day.
You watch the seconds pass
As you argue with the cantankerous hands
Of the clock she bought for you and you alone.
It's that time at last.
She says, "Darling remember, four o'clock sharp."
In a timbre that lingers through you body
and exits out from your eyes.
The thought resonates the true emotion of that time.
That place and time.
Your lover, she wrote to you.
In a hollow sarcastic tone that read as if it meant
"I never want to hear your name again.".
A frozen slate of world, begging to be etched.
You hurt when you are reminded,
But hurt worse when you forget.
The sequestration of emotion
Your solemn mind has made.
She can now turn her head away from the clock,
That intimates the pain.
A thought drowning in the depth of memory,
Foreseen but not embraced.
The lover left the unlovable.
Now there's no time for hate,
Because it's daylight savings dear.
So it's only Three o' eight.
Where are my old white corsets
Right next to your candy cigarettes
Hey! We didn't get today's edition of 'Grit'
It's canceled. They use bad words now like 'Guck' and 'Spit'
Oh, and I can't seem to find my orange Pez dispenser
I threw it out. They've proved that Pez causes cancer
By the way, have you seen the Sunday funnies
They're a no-go, ever since they canceled 'Pogo'
You know I've got two tickets for the Brooklyn Dodgers
Ha, ha, ha! Even Sandy Koufax is just an old codger
Then I'm going cruising in my new Studebaker
--with that benchwarmer from the Minneapolis Lakers?
Before I forget, don't throw away my bottle of royal blue ink
Ball point pens been around since '38, sister, even in pink
So you shan't think me old-fashioned, I just bought a brand-new TV!
-Yeah, a nine-inch black-and-white with vacuum tubes that smile at me
But I paid for it with five million Wheaties box tops!
That's crazy... I think I'll start collecting used lemon drops...
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,
smoothes out lumps,
Especially if you have
Junk in your trunk
Reshaping my form
And reducing my waist
Creating an illusion of
the perfect barbie frame
I Walk proud and I
Stand tall this corset
I wear Is the cause
of it all
I glow with radiance
And sex appeal
causing not just men
but the girls to stare
So next time you see
A perfect ten stroll bye
you might find yourself
Staring because you are
mesmerized
if this happens don’t
hesitate to tell her she
looks good with a
Corseted waist
"THIS NEXT PART HAS BEEN ADDED ONLY FOR THE PURPOSE OF MY CORSET GIVEAWAY CONTEST ON MY FACEBOOK PAGE. IT IS ADDED ONLY FOR THE CONTESTANT TO USE FOR THE INTERACTIVE PART OF MY CONTEST"
CONSTESTANTS...YOU MUST TAKE THIS ENTIRE POEM (CUT AND PAST) TO CORSETFITZ TIMELIME AND POST IT BEFORE YOUR INTERACTIVE SECTION BEGAINS
CONTINUED:
Now here you are
with yours tightly laced,
as you stroll by..
you feel the eyes
focus on your waist....
what will they say about about you?
Villanelle: Do spun balls eddy through Black Hole corsets
Do spun balls eddy through Black Hole corsets
Or cosmic spins pierce through armoured shells
Who threads sheltered yards in safe space rockets
Make the side win hoards of precious nuggets
Rousing Super Bowl far-flung galaxy yells
Do spun balls eddy through Black Hole corsets
Elsewhere rugger lads break through pelting belts
Asteroid storms of bare bones and muscles
Who threads sheltered yards in safe space rockets
Watch how rugby touch-downs pile-up sweats
Barely kissing ground hugged balls crushed in smells
Do spun balls eddy through Black Hole corsets
Rugbymen fall for foes during somersaults
Some even take home loads of their scented cells
Who threads sheltered yards in safe space rockets
O! Lord of the Nations! Let fear nor threats
Keep you from flexing wills with alien spells
Do spun balls eddy through Black Hole corsets
Who threads sheltered yards in safe space rockets
© T. Wignesan - Paris, 2017
orsets 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,
smoothes out lumps,
Especially if you have
Junk in your trunk
Reshaping my form
And reducing my waist
Creating an illusion of
the perfect barbie frame
I Walk proud and I
Stand tall this corset
I wear Is the cause
of it all
I glow with radiance
And sex appeal
causing not just men
but the girls to stare
So next time you see
A perfect ten stroll bye
you might find yourself
Staring because you are
mesmerized
if this happens don’t
hesitate to tell her she
looks good with a
Corseted waist
Shocking and disgusting the old ladies said
Enough to turn the meek a delicate shade of red
What would I wonder a man of the cloth say
Would he tut tut and complain and look away
The old men probably laugh as they walk on by
The young ladies probably embarrassed and shy
Teenagers shrug and really don't really care
Men in their twenties double take and stare
So what you ask is the cause of this commotion
It is certainly not a drug and definitely no potion
I saw them the other day with my own two eyes
Corsets in a shop window is definitely a surprise