Science in discovery
Creating Frankenstein’s mate
Companion support
Considered Monsters at large
Electricity reaction
Experiment during a lightning storm
Romance rushed the air
Frankenstein and his sweet mate standing together
A sudden embrace
Husband and Wife
Neither will be alone
No fanfare Wedding
Just plain and simple
Comparison with care
Perfection in creation
Face to Face attraction
Masterpiece sensation
Love found its component
No one would have ever imagined
Love found its spot
Frankenstein acquainted with his sweet
Their love can’t be beat
The sundown forming a shape of a heart
Love on and continued bliss
Uniforms look crisp and smart
Designing them is a keen art
Police, FBI and police wear them
Most look manly, not the least fem
If I had one, I’d feel six foot tall
No one would call me “babe”or”doll”
.
PLOPPED
yep
'pon this earth
mine
dropped
center the fine
blond
brunette
black haired feminine
DROPPED
yup
news that
I could have
but
one
* fem-i-(nine #9)...
* Sunday's testimonial ;)
You told me a lie
You said that you were gay
Found out you were lying
Now I’m feeling betrayed
Said you were a fem
And that you loved only women
Now you want to explore
That haughty trans woman
I’m hurting inside
Cause I loved the woman in you
Now you say it doesn’t matter
Cause it’s what they told you to do
Said you were fem
You felt it inside
Now a man in a dress
Has taken your pride
I’m hurting
Yes I’m hurting
I’m hurting inside
Cause I luv the woman in you
Your identity
Never meant much to me
It’s the character I loved
Your personality
It was the values that you held
The truths you held dear
You cared for humanity
You fought for the truth
It’s lies you forswear
That drew me, drew me closer to you
Said you were a fem
And that you loved only women
Now you want to explore
That haughty trans woman
He will always be a man
Whatever drugs he takes
His attempt to fool himself
Until he awakes
You told me a lie
You said that you were gay
Found out you were lying
Now I’m feeling betrayed
Feeling outnumbered
So I’ll be on my way
Your femininity/masculinity attracts me;?
Your steady strength supports me;
?Your tenderness sustains me;?
You’re the perfect love for me.
Remembering the glory days of golden youth
When love and laughter ruled the day,
Barmy frolicking was ever the gospel truth.
And every boy was a neighborhood sleuth
With nary a moment to be whiled away,
Remembering the glory days of golden youth.
When hell was to be paid for a rash untruth
A principle to be upheld, come what may,
Barmy frolicking was ever the gospel truth.
A typical boy was seldom known for his couth
Always jaunty, but for an insult would repay,
Remembering the glory days of golden youth.
Maintaining his pride so important, forsooth,
While holding his peer antagonists at bay
Barmy frolicking was ever the gospel truth.
Well-groomed and natty, ah, so very smooth
Careful never to be thought of as fem or gay
Remembering the glory days of golden youth
Barmy frolicking was ever the gospel truth.
Written May 5, 2022
She walked in not knowing she was the one the prophetess had seen
In her prophetic who is to be the next cat queen dream.
Her name was Crisp Paper, for she was the color of them
Her feet looked dirty, brown, and ugly, taking away from her fem.
But the boots were the nod the prophetess SueBeebob needed to see.
She went to the king and said that white cat with brown boots is she.
The king was not surprised for he had a bit of mysticism in his soul.
Choosing the perfect mate for his litters was his royal ultimate goal.
Crisp Paper was whisked away to be perfumed, pampered and fluffed.
She wondered what was happening in the land of Cat Creeper Cruffed.
When it was explained to her she laughed and said you made a goof.
Then she sat down and pulled off her brown boots with a poof.
SueBeebob had to take some opium and dream away in a glade,
To see whether the brown boots had to be natural or man-made
What did you decide? The king asked her when she came awake.
I think you have to choose your own queen, King Mistake!
The girl got her head sliced clean through with a machete,
Because she laughed at the wrong time; her name Marguettie.
The Jester heard it and made it into his latest song about a fem.
He song it to kings across Scotland, laughing with them.
The jester, name of Winston, sang it high and he sang it low,
This was a soon a cheerful melody the courts would all know.
The kids in the village picked it up from their masters and sang it too.
They sang it when they were happy, excited, irreverent and blue.
They sang it while they washed the dishes and made the beds.
They sang it at the top of their lungs until it came loudly out of their heads.
When Jester returned to his wife for his yearly vacation of two weeks,
He tiptoed in to look in on his daughter, name of Meri-Queeks.
How could you have not heard? His wife asked. I sent you word.
Meri-Queeks was killed accidentally by a machete dropped by a bird.
The jester now hears the song about Marguettie,
But he no longer smiles or laughs as he consumes his spaghetti.
Screen Idol.
.
The illuminated silver screen was pleasantly graced
By a starlet with presence and a beautiful youthful face
A fem fatale the voyeur audiences characteristic charmer
Of many nail biting thriller and historical drama
The luscious vivacious fragrant flower
Who’s sensuality and allure wielded power
The tantalizer seducing the leading man
Eating out of her pkayful hand
The monochrome soft focused leading actress
In the off the shoulder bare shoulder dress
An icon adored by many heart captured fans
The story teller who tread the sets
Of movie land.
Peter Dome©2020.
Auntie Emilina was a character for sure.
Did I mention she was busy and not very pure?
Fancy lady with exceptional taste.
Delicate, fragile, but not very chaste.
Exotic feathered headbands left behind.
Wearing them after eighty seemed unkind.
Perfume bottle; we all want favorite blue.
With a vibrant green, it speaks to us too.
She liked this one also our cousin says.
Sis climbs out of closet, wearing rhinestone fez.
She would love that! We tell her, knowing Aunt Em.
She was wild, exuberant, witty, crazy, and totally fem!
I have many names for myself
And not just the ones you see
If you saw all of my personalities
You'd wanna turn tail and flee
Not all of them are bad
Most can be quite fun
But one of them is quite frightening
If you see him, you'd better run
Cheech is quite amusing
Bookmaker
Boomhower is my friend
Minnesota's the quiet one
But his input he can lend
Chatty Catty lives up to her name
Betty, well that's just me
Pocahontas is the fem fatale
But she's rarely ever seen
Now comes the scary one
D-Bo is his name
If he happens to come for you
It's definitely not a game
This is why I have no friends
Not because there scared of me
But because they can never tell who's I truly am
I wish these personalities would leave me be
I'm tired of being a misfit, an outcast and a loner...
I just want to feel like I belong
I'm tired of crying myself to sleep
It's always the same sad song
I know that The Lord truly loves me
And no matter where I may roam
I'm Paradise I'll be forever happy
Because this is my temporary home
She was a flighty bird,
A lighty bird,
A zippy, dippy, slighty bird.
She ran in fast, and built the worst nest.
The male birds all ran to help,
Showing her their next-building prowess.
Their mate-birds were mad, but they started to relax
When she told them her story, she shared all her facts.
She was a She-she-bird, not looking for a mate.
She built nests for other she’s, some with a bad fate.
She built nests for she-she’s who needed shelter.
She used all the help she could, for her nests were helter-skelter.
The other fem-birds were glad to welcome her aboard.
They sat and they watched their husbands, without any accord,
Building flighty bird’s nest, readying it for a family in need.
And they shared with these families every bit of their seed.
candy canes
adorn trees
place gifts
under there
bulbs blink
toast drink
sweet songs
croon along
Choir sings
about peace
Santa Claus
Jolly fella
-
12/22/17
Contest: Fem Bogstaver
Sponsor: Rhoda Tripp
FIVE LETTER WORDS
Jesus, Birth
Cross, Death
Risen, Alive
Peace, Bliss
Godly, Judge
Loyal, Ideal
Loved, Noble
Moral, Solid
Truth, Glory
21 December 2017
For Rhoda Tripp's Fem Bogstaver Contest
Noble Souls
Noble souls arise,
build steps,
forge roads,
carry tough loads,
scale peaks,
quell fears,
dream stars which blaze,
clear those black skies.
These souls would tears erase.
Noble souls offer cheer,
avoid wrath
crush their pride,
prove their worth,
value earth,
speak sober words,
shape lives,
plant hope’s seeds,
serve other folks’ basic needs.
Noble souls rally,
never crawl,
never stall.
Their adept hands
nurse other souls’ awful aches.
Sweet roses
adorn their loved
angel faces.
Noble souls exist.
A poem using only 5-letter words
Dec. 21, 2017 for Rhoda Tripp's 'Fem Bogstaver (Danish)' Poetry Contest
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