"A Serious Matter" is a free-verse-ish or "loose" villanelle.
A Serious Matter
by Michael R. Burch
Listen, love, it’s a serious matter:
I love you better despite the fetter.
I love you madder than any hatter.
Now even though you’re my chains’ begetter
and keep me your slave with that braless sweater,
I love you better despite the fetter.
You say you’re afraid that you’re getting “fatter,”
but your curves are my lust’s prime aider and abettor.
Listen, love, it’s a serious matter.
I love you madder than any hatter.
When you come to bed in sheer lace, my thoughts scatter:
first to the firmer, then to the latter.
I love you better despite the fetter.
I love you madder than any hatter.
Listen, love, it’s a serious matter!
Keywords/Tags: villanelle, love, love hurts, mad, madness, slave, slavery, lust, passion, desire, curves, lace, bed, chain, chains, fetter, fetters, ties that bind, mad hatter, madder than a hatter
Categories:
braless, desire, love, love hurts,
Form: Villanelle
Wet and braless,
wearing a tank top
Her perked nipples,
captivates passerby's
Twirling in her pointe shoes
Categories:
braless, dance,
Form: Other
Abraham Lincoln: “With malice toward none, with charity for all.”
George Wallace: “Callous toward all, with charity to none.”
Alexandra Cortez: “Braless toward all, nothing for no one.”
Categories:
braless, celebrity, humor, hyperbole, leadership,
Form: Rhyme
there was a girl named Alice
preferred to write while braless
wrote poems by rules
while wearing her mules
her fingers were getting a callous
the contest rules were too hard
needed written by a true bard
she wrote anyway
hoping that one day
someone would say “blank card!”
her happy chance came from John
who meant just write for the fun!
a simple contest
wrote her very best
her ideas were simply spawn
judgement day came much too fast
she had to enter her cast
it was simply judged
nothing had been fudged
she felt her freedom at last!
Categories:
braless, fun, funny, humorous, poetry,
Form: Limerick
KEEPING ABREAST OF THE SITUATION
A lady's out doing her shopping
She's braless, both boobies are flopping
V necked dress, not the best
Cos out popped her right breast
The nipple display was eye popping!
I observed this today - this buxom lass bent forward to get something that she had dropped and I got a real eyeful – she wasn’t fazed just whopped it back in and got on with her shopping!!!
For Leah - thanks for encouraging me to write this story BBxx
07/20/21
Categories:
braless, body, clothes, humorous,
Form: Limerick
she
suggested
to me that
we have
a wet
t-shirt
contest
i know
her wet
shirt front
would look
better then
my wet
braless top
Categories:
braless, muse,
Form: I do not know?
One handed, I can’t hook up my bra
My fingers cannot reach round so far
Just look at me now ...
Like a droopy old cow
They’re swinging I look so bizarre!
Don’t worry folks... hubby came to my aid and helped me dress:-)
follow up to my poem posted yestrday
www.poetrysoup.com/poem/i_took_a_tumble_-_ouch_1017159
27/4/18
Categories:
braless, body, clothes, humorous, me,
Form: Limerick
A Pet Peeve
By: Olivia Rodrigue
A smile that reeks desperation
A mascaraed eye batted intently
Your falsified figures and fancies
Undermine others of my generation
To think that a woman is only
Aesthetically valued and won
Is a peeve that’s been maddening many
But thought significant only by some
They bray at braless feminists
Thinking that these are the crazy few
Feminism means makeup-less monsters
That degrade men-as bitter shrews do
How can you laugh at oppression?
A word that history knows well
When minority rights and reactions
Have shaped how we act-what we sell
They painted the greats as extremists
They called activists nearly insane
But the genius among us would not bow
To the pressures that society named
Therefore I say bring on your follies
For the truth of the matter will be revealed
Though you peeve me with your ignorant statements
The injustice- once hidden -is unsealed
Categories:
braless, future, gender, identity, introspection,
Form: Free verse
Each morning when I take my walk,
I see a sight which makes me gawk –
A woman, in her seventies,
Whose breasts are swinging in the breeze.
Well, not exactly – there’s a blouse,
So there’s no cause to fret or grouse;
But there’s no bra – of that I’m sure,
And no elastic to endure.
She looks like she’s en route to work;
Perhaps the dress code is a perk.
Nobody even gives a glance
To see the way those puppies dance!
I wonder why she sports this style.
Would asking earn a frown or smile?
My theory holds, in protests past,
Into the fire her bras were cast.
Though that was many years ago,
She must have liked the feel and flow
Of being free and less confined
And thus, her bras remained behind.
A simple explanation – still,
I do not know and never will.
No matter whence her reasons stem,
Hats off to this unfettered femme!
Categories:
braless, people,
Form: Couplet
From tiny gals with itty-bitty bippies
to larger ladies with super-dooper droopers,
we curse the “men” who design underwire iron maidens.
My “pointers” don’t bounce
(as a friend observed),
so why submit to torturous braziers?
I’m glad they don’t droop –
makes body surfing easier,
though surfboard owners argue, “Rudders help."
Despite chidings from my sister
(estranged now; I don’t miss her),
I saunter through life in comfort.
From 32A to 44 Triple-D,
who will stand unbridled with me
as we create a “bonfire of the vanities”?
On a huge wooden statue of Genghis Khan
we’ll place our bras – strap them on
and dance in a delight only primitive tribal ladies know.
You can add girdles,
chastity belts too,
and every foot-crunching pair of shoes.
On St. Patrick’s Day
we’ll march proud in a parade,
singing, “Erin, go braless” all the way!
Categories:
braless, funny,
Form: Lyric