KLIMT KISS
oozing
osculations
ROSSETTI DG LADIES
femme
fatales
LEIGHTON JUNE
negligeed
temptation
Dante Gabriel Rossetti famed for his femme fatales
some of whom were more than just his 'pals'
Frederick Leighton also adept@ art politic&diplomacy
nothwithstanding his 'ladies' portrayed so temptingly
Nathaniel Bacon posed vegetables artistically
alongside a 'model' so erotically
As dusk gives way, a great delight
The forest comes alive
At first, it's slow
Now off they go
They flourish, nay, they thrive!
The motivating force, the drive
Behind the wondrous glow
To find a mate
A longing sate
But little do they know
She, flightless, hungry, blinks below
Does not have long to wait
Her throbbing light
His lucky night
His first and final date
Not all seems right, but it's too late
A blinding flash; she bites
He won't survive
That's number five
The hunt is good tonight
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For the 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 16 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Mark Toney
Written on 10/1/22
the Roundabout: https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/new-poetic-form-the-roundabout
Carnivorous females of the genus Photuris are known to entomologists as “femmes fatales.” These fireflies mimic the flashes of females of other firefly genera; the unsuspecting courting male flies in (expecting romance) and is promptly eaten.
Forevermore, this fantastical
free verse features
a fortuitous tale
featuring forty-four flirty
frilly fabricated faeries
fractionally forsaken,
forever fictionalized
philosophically and phonetically
free to force
feisty forest phantoms
to frenzy. These feisty forest faeries,
frequently act like
femme fatales, for whom
we fire phantoms feel free
to fixate for future faerie flocks.
Foundationally, this un-formidable free verse
is free of falsities, but fraught with fiction and fantasy.
More than a third of our media coverage
Today is—juicy,
With of course (no-mismatch) pics:
…nine foreign femme fatales…
…in this steamy photo…
…so and so dares….
…so and so shares…
…so and so bares…
…so and so between Romeo and Orlando…
…so and so goes topless—
(or) bottomless, as the case may be.
…girl... for her bold shoot…
Now, there's money in it!
Upon this, on the she-side,
someone goes about ill-clad;
On the he-side, a harmless, timid soul
gets sexcited—forgive me my typo—
Gets reckless.
The twain shall meet,
And the world may expect the unexpected!
And the media will dutifully cover this, too.
The best of both worlds!
***
When Mother Earth, Anu was young
the gods gifted her sisters;
Fair Brigid with the fiery hair,
blonde Boann of the waters.
Their bodies lay upon the globe
intertwined in rainbows
Brown skinned mountains, fiery skies,
and blonde washed dawns to rouse.
Adore the feminine in all her forms,
or mountains rise and snowslides are born.
Adore the feminine in all her forms.
Most favored by the Northern gods
was Brigid's aurora
How the endless night was blessed
so they all adored her.
The jealous day of blonde Boann
shook, from pale limb to limb,
and water rose to wake Anu
who writhed in earthen skin.
Adore the feminine in all her forms,
or mountains rise and snowslides are born.
Adore the feminine in all her forms.
The Northern lands of ice and snow
so brightened by Brigid
saw brittle glaciers break and fall
avalanches begin.
So to this day all North men pray
to the goddesses three
Earthen Anu, fiery Brigid
and Boann's watery lea.
Adore the feminine in all her forms,
or mountains rise and snowslides are born.
Adore the feminine in all her forms.
Seven Savvy Sirens
formed a formidable fraternity
of pure-passion purpose
for female fatales.
Murder-minded maids
promised patient pursuit
of tensile tangled truth
while warily watching
crafty crook's coup.
But, busted and bested,
dames drink despair
like lambs laid lame
in trickster's thorny trap.
Seven savvy sirens
formed a formidable fraternity
of pure-passion purpose
for female fatales.
Murder-minded maids
promised patient pursuit
of tattered, tortured truth
while warily watching
crafty crook’s clever con.
But, bested and busted,
dames drink dark despair
like lambs laid lame
in trickster's tensile trap.
Shh! Here comes the Civilian general
My black-master to a black-master
On whom my boney back bent
On a twenty four hour daily chore.
Planting happiness on Masters vegetation mind
Reaping sorrows in my vegetable mind
Commands he always bark not shout
Where be this boy, this orphan, this ill-fed scoundrel?
Me and my orphaned enslaved soul, he referred to us
You wallow in the fat brewies of my bounties
Centuries of your worked pennies cant buy
And licked up crumbs off my silvered table
Yet will not rise to see my works glister
Though pennies and cents be wasted as wages?
Me think and my battered orphaned soul
Deep down my battered breast aloud
Else Master is of Femme-fatales offspring
When his tobacco temper cunningly flares
In a venomous rage of hurricane
Threatening my dual starving slumbering soul
Whom fear shadowed in my weak ribs
Master always come snorting, swearing
Under clenched, stenched breath
At one weary, boney, pitiable carcass
Peacefully snoring his sorrows away
Only Master wouldn't take that labor break
Else, my crumbs be forfeited by half
Rest comes to clothe my dual naked soul
Only under white scorching sun
The only shelter Master ceded to me.
Enslaved by dominance and shackles,
Submissively obedient in silence,
Femme fatales with their modernized slavery,
Man kneels and then bows,
Yielding to remain in servitude,
Controlled by the darkened dominant feminine race.
The boxing, leaping mad March hares
That chase and dash in umpteen pairs,
That tear through fields, and hare up hills -
All jealous Jacks, or Jacks and Jills
(The femme fatales, the luckless beaus)?
But are they crazy? No one knows…
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