Garters Poems | Examples

Dairy fairies

****s Gluts
Societal Stutter
More Cuts
Suicidal Splutter
Serfs Ruts

Should be wary
Weary of the scary
Leery lairy Dairy Fairy

Utter Nutter
If's But's
Gutter Mutter
Tut Tutts

Because of their ilk
Silk road's now
Bow..cash cow 
Kowtow to 
Road of Milk

Nadirs Clutter
Wing Nuts
Flitter Flutter
Garters from Guts
Soften your butter

Everything shudders
Will explode
Due to the udders

Rivers life
Givers rotten
Nature rife
Delivers from 
Strife forgotten
Moolah besotten

Milk powder
Or
Seafood chowder

Dairy highway dismay
All day diner
Cosplay for our new 
Crueler ruler.. China
 
Hip hip Hooray!

Realia

A poodle lived in her shadow,
it was not ill-treated, just ignored,
its matted form
wandered around the house
looking to be noticed.

The living room
was littered with her underwear,
discarded bras, panties, garters and negligee.
I had no idea
why these things all came to rest here,
scattered around her like that.

I was an occasional pal of her son.
Once she fed a pink baby
from her own white flesh
as if not even noticing us boys.

The soft upholstery of the sittee
settled around her
proclaiming her sovereign presence.

The poodle hesitated to enter the room,
knowing, as we did,
we would never be part of her kingdom.

Roots

Tell me
Can a tree without roots
Ever bear fruit?

Tell me
Can a ship without sails
Ever make haste in the boundless sea?

Death creeps, cloying
Knotted garters frayed

Under the sea the sirens wail
Forgotten, ignored
But for the ones who live on
The feet do drag on
Swollen, septic, deeply forlorn

For those of us who are aware
Who live in a world; awake
Be sure to spare a thought
For us lowly wretched

Hope exists of course
There must be light for shadows
But fruit does surely rot
Make haste, the eye of the needle continues to narrow

Girdles and Garters

A museum exhibit
Showed 200 years
Of clothing for women
In varied careers.

It also had items
To wear in the home – 
The aprons and housecoats
Not oft in a poem.

The garters and girdles
Made us reminisce
About underwear parts
Not one woman would miss.

Certain styles have evolved
While some retro ones last,
But I’m happy some things
Have remained in the past.

She Brings Opinions Out of Everyone

She does all the wrong things, her brother said.
He had been raised by judgers.
He was judging his sister on their meter.
There was a frown on his face.

She is unique, fun, her own person.
Has a hilarious sense of humor,
She is a feminist, a flapper!
This was stated by a distant cousin.

I met her for myself much later.
She was smoking, unheard of in 1929.
Her garters were showing.

Her legs were thrown haphazardly over a chair.
Her brother yelled something and she gave him a strawberry.
My friend and I laughed.

I was amazed by her.
A woman who followed no one but herself in 1929.
I was impressed!

Halloween Party Scene

We are giddy,
witches wear fish-net stocking
and black garters

or dress up
as naughty female devils
our minds run after.

Party shops are
sexualizing fantasy
nighty gowns
and ruby
high-heeled slippers.

Halloween’s a dirty dream
for those not naturally
lechers or hookers.

What fun we shall have
when the kids are in bed
asleep from trick or treating,

hands may roam over flesh and form
stirred-up by festive drinking,

behavior far from a usual norm,
acts some may well regret
come the sober light of dawn.

Where the Honeymoon Ends

He said,
"wear your bedroom shoes darling,
and all those black frilly things
that need garters, suspenders, and straps.

She smiled secretly to herself
knowing he would turn up in 2 day old shorts
unshaved, a little drunk and probably
forgetting to shower.

So when the time came
she surprised him in the boudoir
dressed in an old housecoat,
legs unshaved, and hair in curlers.

Typically, he turned off the light
and got right to it.

Motivating Moses

When Moses parted the waters
The mud squished up to his garters
So a crocodile said,
"If you'd rather be dead
Then guess where I'll chomp for starters!"

Regalia

A poodle lives like a shadow.
It is not ill-treated, just ignored, 
so it moves from room to room
but stays away from her couch.

The place is littered with her underclothes,
discarded bras, panties, garters and negligee.
I had no idea
why these things all came to rest here
scattered around her like that.
To me, she seemed to rule them all;
displaying them 
as a kind of sovereign insignia.

I was an occasional pal of her son.
Once she fed a newborn from her own white flesh. 
The soft upholstery seemed to settle around her, 
closing its wide mouth about them both,
including all the discarded clothing.

The poodle wandered away,
perhaps sensing it would could never be
part of her regalia.

Monday

Shock horror, my alarm clock failed,


twas six AM on a Monday morning 
this summers day was just dawning,

my shift started at six, going to be late
on probation now wondering my fate,

quickly washed and dressed, in car
only half hour drive so not too far,

luckily traffic was sparse quite desolate
scenarios running through my mind so late,

arrived to find car park deserted just empty 
It’s usually half full of cars, at least about twenty,

ran across the foot bridge as fast as I could
boss will have my guts for garters, my blood,

reached machine for clocking in, total shock
thought I was seeing things looking at the clock,

unbelievable twas only quarter past one A M
never used that darn clock again, I did condemn,

will never forget that Monday for as long as I live
certainly a day I never want to ever relive.

8/2/2018
Monday’s poetry contest.

Real Housewives Slam

The Real Housewives 
Sorry
Reality T.V Housewives 
What's that all about
Happy Wife 
Happy life
Jesus Christ 
Thank God for Nannies 
And Cleaner's 
And Make up Artist's 
Imagine any of these
Without the 3 R's to fall back upon
Rich's 
Rrendering 
Rhinoplastey 
And a cheating Husband 
All of the diamonds and all the plastic surgeons 
Can't polish a turd 
Even if it's covered in gold
Mutton dressed as lamb
Doesn't make a housewife 
Real housewives are loved not built 
Are Mother's 
Not Reality Consumerist martyrs 
Dressed in overpriced garters 
With fake teeth
Fake smile's 
Fake Boobs 
And even faker marriages 
With bleached and trimmed undercarriages 
Slam
Sham
Film flam 
Acting like there **** don't stink
Because they are so full of botox 
They can't even blink 
Can only be watched with the aid of a stiff drink
The mind boggles
How low can we go
Watch the show

Quick

Reading diaries of different discussion blots is considered to be akin to perusing the top shelf of a historical library section. Each label once worn drops like stones sinking into the carpet and creases of streamed floorboards. Floorboards do float don't they? Have you not seen the many that pass the doors? They are quicker than the doors anyway so best spray the armpits and go jogging then. Thought the woodworm athletic tribe. Gathering gabled garbled gargling gatherings greet giant Gregorian gargoyles getting generally gifted garters gutting grouped gismo geckos. How triumphant then? And hopefully a dance will last longer than a sharp snapped second. Seconds are neither seams, seamstresses, nor stressed sultanas in safaris and saris, nor are they acrimonious android alphabetical alpacas racing to a degree of a nine foot tail spin. Ring ran road. And a big lorry leering. Lecherously. Leeches lingering. And limbs lumber. How rather audaciously brilliant then. Isn't it? Kent jam race on the large spoon. Z meteorologic Z at fifty cones carving creative cosmoses' to sixteen apples in leotards cheering on the waves. 1 2 3 4 ~ and clam. Z

Noodles and Cream

people who drop rubbish are so very very ignorant aren't they? BIN BAN BOOSH NOODLES AND CREAM.

Oh a lethargic tidal wave. Atomic power of circumference but dormant, hibernating, and still. But placing pineapple ears that stick up in triangular styles is not very fitting really as one should only use round shaped ears of peach due to the sheer fact that the ear lobe would be more appeasing to the wide girth of the trashed out portly container. Containers are neither carriers nor cartons and cartons carbonise so never attempt a wibble wobble jelly dance with eighteen trees and a silvery eyed gooseberry. Giant grabbing garters getting grateful gears. And the sole duty of a perpetual perplexes pink pointing polecat is to pinch proper placed plates pedantically. Semantic swans then. Ha. Xxxxx mythologized z z z z z at thirty four duvet covers writing notes to the mattresses to six fully plumped up pillows wiggling. Z astronomical.

Ashley Facey-Thompson

Ashley best describes himself as, 
Cheeky, funny and also happy as, 
He’s a student at South Bank Uni, 
Of sports coaching in London city. 

He is a very keen table tennis player, 
Started playing in primary, 7th year, 
And just missed out on London 2012,
But was at Rio 2016 with his helve.  

2013 and Ashley won many bronzes:
Italy, Hungary and had Czech ounces;
So in 2014 Ashley won UK nationally, 
In class 8-9 singles, phenomenally. 

Then breakthrough: Slovenian Open. 
In the team event, you’re no token, 
And at the Cote d’Azur International, 
Ashley won 2 bronzes medals brutal.

In 2015 he won in the team events, 
Had Italian, HU, CZ and DE tents,
And in Denmark reached the quarters, 
At the European Champs, garters.  

In Copa, Costa Rica, in the singles,
He took silver in swift class 9 jingles, 
And in Rio made the quarters, team, 
With K Daybell. He’s Erbs palsy lean.

Five Fabulous Fun Footles For Contest

What the Loo Cleaner Saw:

vicars' 
knickers

hippo's 
nipples

bidders' 
skidders

hatters' 
splatters

farters' 
garters

written 22nd October for Jan's Footles contest

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