Best Undergarment Poems

snaps dismissed from chastity belt - red undergarment

2/5/2018...

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You were primarily a spiritualist, 
But circumstances made you a noble warrior:
Your father, Guru Teg Bahadur,  
was treacherously beheaded.
You had to contend invaders from the Western frontier
And ward off repeated imperialist incursions from the East. 
Both the identity and very existence of the people...

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The famous journalist and author Margaret Mitchell
Dressed in pants so mother wouldn't have to watch a vigil
Her brother insisted if she was to play with him she would be a boy named Jimmy
I bet her mother saved thousands of dollars on her childhood shimmy
 
Shimmy-...

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Bless China and Mao Zedong 

I have partly decorated my Christmas tree bless the Chinese for 
the blinking fairy light, blue and yellow strings I think symbolise angels’ hair
 not that I have seen any angels with blue-rinsed hair. 
I haven`t put up any baubles...

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dare not say how you excommunicated me from your life
a spoken word became as absent as bones in a sharks body
a smile which once created smiles now creates eternal strife 

the way you spoke French to me and bragged of icebergs and rocky shores
How you...

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The whole while I wrote my letter naked
With my blood I cut each word deep
And made I but one step from my desk
dropped it subway
Like a useless undergarment
Sewn of toilet paper, destitute of the sewer
Stepped on it with mud, a furious matador

A newborn gospel, straight...

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Everyone is so quiet
Up to this point Maestro S_______ has conducted Beethoven’s Missa Solemnis
    magnificently!
But!    At this point S___________ seems nervous
And     with good reason
The next section is quite complex   contrapuntal as hell
In fact...

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“Who was The Man in Black Checkered Pants?” my parents have asked from time to time. 
They recall with curiosity about my childish and surely exaggerated fear of this figure in my mind. 
I feared the backyard at the farm abutting the woods from whence...

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When the Opium wears off,
my bones begin to ache
at every passing breeze,
my muscles succumb to gravity’s will,
and my skin is a blanket of pain.

When the Opera finally ends,
the silence is
as deafening as a drowning violin,
as lonely as a lost feather
floating on wandering wind,
as painful as...

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1.
the wind is prone to grand festival 
if you cook your own food 
by burning your hands
in the day time
at night
then you will be also eligible 
for having a ticket  
this train will not stop at any station 
then how would you get on...

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Anything that you lost is only a,
minds chart to put its clay out of the pot, 
	as it is low in price worth more,
than its cost.

To examine carefully or in detail, 
it is like a women's loose-fitting, 
undergarment hanging straight,
from the shoulders to find a,...

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MONOKU
~~~~~~~~~~~~

a late Christmas present... yeah... a red undergarment... that's a magnet... ...

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When i was a young boy - ink stained test once with the girl
and the ink was sweet he 'said';
it made us unclean this test, from the man for he was the tester;
And that picture my bat of her 'poet' who he said, is nude
from...

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River Washing

Dancing by the river
River song
River dance 
Flowing by the river 
Hula song 
Hula dance 

Washing by the river
Clothes of second hand
Cleaning by the river 
What’s afforded of my hands 


Soapy water and bleach  -washing solution 
Bucket full of dirty 
Linen, dress, pant, window...

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Pretty adorned in scarlet Red
from head to toe undergarment
included

She goes by the name I believe
of those who know her affectionately
as

Roxanne 

With matching lipstick and eyeshadow

She has no need for blush as her cheeks
always seem plentiful enough rosy 

Which always makes me think when
I see her...

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