I wonder what has happened to our Malvolio.
It looks like this man has gone completely loco.
He's dancing around in double-gartered stockings colored yellow.
This is in contrast to the character we all know.
Malvolio read a love letter purportedly written by me.
Everything said there is total mendacity.
Apparently, he will not cease with his pretenses.
Lock him up in the cellar until he comes to his senses.
Based on the play "Twelfth Night" by William Shakespeare
Categories:
gartered, humorous, literature,
Form: Rhyme
When bluebells drench'd with dews of summer eves*
open their eyes, she slips from my embrace,
frowns, looking at her watch, puts the long lace
black gartered stockings on and, scented, leaves
my dreams… I wonder why she never wears
a dress. It may take neighbors unawares.
* “The Scholar Gypsy” by Matthew Arnold
10.11.2019
Scented Leaves Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kim Rodrigues
Categories:
gartered, dream, humor,
Form: Rhyme
Inspiration strikes,
Perspiration rife,
Takes a hold,
Yearning for footing.
Unexpected muse,
Self reflective tools,
She helps bring,
Healing and focus.
Charismatic tongue,
An automatic lunge,
From my minds eye,
To her purt lips.
I forgot a part of her,
Yet,
She knows a part of me,
Connected,
More so now than ever.
Thank you is,
Wasted verbiage,
I owe you though,
Gartered lineage.
Categories:
gartered, appreciation, encouraging, girl, inspirational,
Form: Free verse
Bracken breached hawthorn hedgerows
hide teeny folk with tiny toes.
Sheer gossamer wings; shy butterflies
Dew-drops lit by dawning skies.
Sandy hair, blue raven locks
Auburn streaks on chestnut stalks
Valley lilies invert to hats
Wee portabella mushroom caps.
Acorn shoes with resin soles
Lace gartered legs and leafy shawls
Dresses spun from brushed lime silk,
petal pinks, or white as milk.
Impish grins stoke laughing smiles.
whimsy’s sound sets music’s tiles
Curious eyes, small budded nose
cream tinted skin, pink cheeks aglow.
They live near boles of ancient trees
Drink nectar from a hollowed seed
They climb the stems of hollyhocks
They twitter but will rarely talk.
So when you take a morning stroll
pause beside to a sun-lit knoll
The calls you hear mightn’t be birds
and cricket strums won’t mimic words.
Categories:
gartered, fantasy, imagination,
Form: Couplet
Of course you know the super rich,
The rich miners use you as their bytch
The propaganda tells you what to think,
The morality is cast aside, in a blink,
It really isn’t funny,
she’s on the nose yes honey, (ex Premier Anna)
and so you’ve cause to think,
all for lots of money.
(miners don’t want the tax might lose em a few pennys? )
Morality it is gone,
when leaders scream about the miners tax,
Who do you think owns the bytch,
Import cheap labor, Jack.
The rich owned television and the papers too,
are biased in their telling of what is really true,
The forked tongue of the master,
Is seen in every word,
Otherwise your sacked ol mate, after,
If the truth, IT you do employ.
But the master is there for the master,
Not for the working clown,
Menzies dropped 12 atom bombs hereafter, (1955-56)
Was made sir an and the gartered clown,
We had 12,000 dead after the atom bomb,
But they swept it under the carpet,
the land of the convict strain, lived on.
(ABC shop or sbs will have the video)
Don
Categories:
gartered, adventure,
Form: Ballad
A shawl of beaded fringes splayed;
Upon her soft, white, skin;
Beneath a swirl of open lace;
Breasts crested, capped within.
Her hair was full of candlelight,
the flames dance in her eyes.
And as her gartered thighs did part,
she heard her lover sigh.
Between clefts as white as moon rise,
and curls as black as night.
A lance was raised a parting phaze,
past twin orbs of delight.
Their limbs akimbo, heart and tide,
of teeth and talon marked,
On they rode with nary a fright
two lovers dancing in the dark.
Categories:
gartered, love, passion
Form: Rhyme
Her black silk dress
Fitted her like a sheath
The taut lines showed
Her nakedness beneath
Save for black-stockings
Gartered at the thigh
Stimulating to the loins
And pleasing to the eye
She turned every head
With her glamorous allure
Filled each one with thoughts
None of which were pure
Categories:
gartered, girlfriend-boyfriend
Form: I do not know?
A shawl of gilt black fringes, splayed;
Upon her soft, white, skin;
Beneath burnished swirls of open lace;
Breasts crested capped within.
Her hair was full of candlelight,
Flames danced in her eyes.
And as her gartered thighs did part,
She heard her lover sigh.
T'ween clefts as white as moon rise,
And curls as black as night.
A lance was raised, parting,
Twin orbs of delight.
Limbs akimbo, heart and tide,
Teeth and talon marked,
On they rode without fright
Dancing in the dark.
Categories:
gartered, passion,
Form: Rhyme