He had a Galatea named Deidre.
His plastic inamorata.
Considering his advanced age
she was also his Lolita.
Together, they canoodled in secret.
Time passed,
it began to dawn upon him,
that Deidre’s sexual demands
grew ever stronger.
He lost sleep, grew weak of limb,
his health failed,
until he could no longer manage
for himself.
In the end,
she had to carry him around,
like a doll.
Categories:
pygmalion, poetry,
Form: Free verse
this may grab your goat
frantically fell from a boat
being in Shallotte
in Shallotte climbed an oak
branch that I know had been broke
slipping in some yolk
my wife was a wretch
turned out being quite a catch
lunch with fetch will fetch
what we would admit
all pieces of puzzle fit
crimes did commit
perfect pygmalion
in love with an alien
who was a Himalayan
what we did do on a whim
go ahead and torture them
eat some spaghetti
while in Serengeti
when he had been a carrier
we would need a barrier
we had been starting to see
a midget is what he may be
had become warm in my dorm
which was way above the norm
when a storm had begun to form
a conspiracy theory
which did become quite dreary
composing a query
we would vagrantly vegetate
what had gone on pitiful plate
Categories:
pygmalion, allegory, analogy,
Form: Haiku
THE SCULPTURE
Dream girl carved by Pygmalion: Sculpture.
He framed her face with charm of bright Moon light
His painful passion brought pearly luster
glistening on her wide eyes in delight.
Superfine cut by chisel with skilled stroke
designed curves of body on perfection.
On each point emerald emotion broke.
Elegant statue stood on completion.
Sculptor desired the statue as his wife.
His yearning tingled on earnest prayer.
How could the statue be blessed by life!
Her eyes blinked, she smiled at her creator.
Statue turned Galatia in rapture.
Dream girl carved by Pygmalion: Sculpture.
05/18/22
Orphan sonnet
Contest by Emile Pinet
Categories:
pygmalion, appreciation, devotion, dream, passion,
Form: Sonnet
People often judge each other according to their speech.
Your accent or your dialect it seems sometimes can breach,
The barriers of some protocol causing them to question,
The digits found in your I.Q. or how much education,
Could be lacking in your life or what could be your station.
Should they include you in their clique perhaps repeat Pygmalion?
Of course! That's it! Oh let's begin!
Oh this will be such fun! We'll take her in, teach her to blend,
Remake her head to toe! Refine her speech and then we'll teach,
Her when to speak and how, through us she'll reach a station close to ours.
But when at last the work is done and they see their creation,
And it's time for your debut, a kind of graduation,
You find that all is all in vain, you've done less good than harm;
For underneath you are still you, your speech is half your charm.
Why not leave well enough alone, to thine own self be true;
For nowhere else in all the world is there another YOU.
Categories:
pygmalion, allusion,
Form: Rhyme
He had a Galatea named Deidre.
His plastic inamorata.
Considering his advanced age
she was also his Lolita.
Deidre and he would climax together.
while he played his essential part.
For a while he sparked and enkindled.
Canoodling in domestic bliss,
he would dress her,
paint her toenails, apply makeup;
see to her every need.
It seemed to him
that Deidre’s sexual demands
grew stronger.
He lost sleep, grew weak of limb,
his health failed,
until he could no longer manage
for himself.
In the end
she had to carry him everywhere
like a doll.
Categories:
pygmalion, poetry,
Form: Blank verse
Rolling down the contours of Iberian Peninsula
the picturesque highlands of lofty Andalusia
fringe the landscape of the great plain of Spain,
cradling the ancient cities of Madrid and Segovia.
In the frenzy arena horny bull charges as if tipsy,
gyrating matador’s muleta whipping it doesn’t see,
for his agile feet move in rhythm of baile flamenco
like the flurry of the trotting steps of the gypsy.
Travel from one city to the other by train,
you need not visit Pygmalion once again,
you’ll make out the aim of mnemonic device…
“rain in Spain falls mainly in the plain”.
July 18, 2019
Categories:
pygmalion, humorous, rain, spanish,
Form: Light Verse
The wind that bends the sticks and stems
Sends a message that makes the lights grow dim
I don't know when, but I will transcend
This disaster and all its whims and trends
After fomenting rebellion I was soon rescued
And all I could think about was my niece and nephew
A modern Pygmalion sculpting flesh and sinew
waiting on life to be breathed into my statue
The narcissist's mirror has been shattered
And the barbarian's bravery has been battered
The scribe's scroll has been burnt and scattered
And the figurehead's ego has been flattered
Let's not forget, last but not least
We must remove the burden from the beast
Subsisting solely on scraps from the feast,
Prayers from parishioners and pedantic priests
That heavy yoke must be destroyed
And auxiliary forces must be deployed
That unfamiliar feeling of being overjoyed
Has been gone so long and left such a void
Categories:
pygmalion, absence, anger, anxiety, betrayal,
Form: Rhyme
In ignorance, bliss!
This bottom rung,
we speak as we choose
and that gets the job done.
Yes, ignorance mired
in language unkempt-
the parlance of paupers,
ill-regarded, undreamt.
In tolerance, wise!
This highest rung-
we speak as the learned
and get the job done.
Where lofty words sing
amidst high-minded mind-
the old tongues of conflict,
new tongues now refine.
In limbo, angst!
This middle rung-
the higher won't save us,
the lower we shun.
Just enough rope payed out,
just enough slack-
For me and Pygmalion
to launch our attack.
~TH~ 2015
http://wrongwaywriteway.com
Categories:
pygmalion, language, metaphor, social, society,
Form: Rhyme
I know a butter girl who chomped a dragon fly
In the east of Doggonderry she found a good guy
He kissed on her cheek with his Pygmalion beak
And she sat on a rose of the garden of Mandai
They fell in love and lived on a Quidrillion sea
And bought honey cubes from store of Queen bee
They went to ladybug's hotel Ilk for a quart of milk
And returned home with a cup of black tea
They were in love for ten thousand years
There were no fruitflies, no jackal fears
They moved to the south with trench mouth
Trailing behind an ocean of tears
Categories:
pygmalion, fantasy,
Form: Rhyme
The astral plane is leaving soon.
Once around the planet moon.
To capture hearts imagination.
A galaxonic fascination.
A feeling that seems alien.
Like ivory to Pygmalion.
With hopes hung up, upon a star.
You almost forget just where you are.
Atmospheric pressure fun.
Like being shot with a stun gun.
You'd think the end was soon to come.
But then you realize you're just numb.
Reentry can turn lives around.
When lovers find a common ground.
And hope begins to play a tune.
Of a trip once around the moon.
For Shadow Hamilton's Spaceship contest
Categories:
pygmalion, hope, love, planet,
Form: Rhyme
The Gay Woman
My best friend is lesbian we get along
like a house on fire and her office is
not cluttered with flowers and knick knacks.
I do not have to kiss her when we meet,
a firm handshake is enough.
I live in a country where women cut you up
in traffic, want you to give way because
they are females. And it is tiring to always
be the gentleman...and I remember a sentence
from Pygmalion by Bernard Shaw:
“Why can’t a woman be more like a man?”
Categories:
pygmalion, friendship, sympathy, uplifting, woman,
Form: Blank verse
A kiss can be for good or bad
It’s known to drive a person mad.
When Judas betrayed his savior
For thirty pieces of silver
He singled Christ out so to speak
By planting a kiss on his cheek.
Then of course there’s Pygmalion
Who fell in love with what he hewn
Galatea so cold and white
He kissed her lips and brought to life.
Sometimes we kiss to right a wrong
Sometimes it’s mentioned in a song
But after all a kiss a kiss
Expressed in fourteen rhymed verses.
Categories:
pygmalion, lifekiss,
Form: Couplet