Short Bodice Poems

The starlet wore a cutaway gown
The bodice somewhat non-existent
When asked who she was wearing
She said, "Myself, for I am preparing,
Should this acting gig turn out minor
I plan to be a world-class designer.

written July 28, 2021...

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Driven mad by all this pulling-
Tearing me limb from limb!
Who do you think you are fooling?
Ah, this feeling- great and grim!

Grieving Goddess fits the bodice,
And embodies my Despair.
At this Tug of War- am no novice...
(Oh! All the Hurt I can't repair!)...

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A page turns in a bodice-ripping book.

Ladies wanting to escape
into a different romance
from their snoring spouse
read in bed,

it is then 
when heads hit pillows,
that libidos takes flight

female tingles;
a thrilling novel,
a body
to be read only at night....

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In flowing skirt and bodice tight,
this angel wears her hair in curls,
a whispered goodbye to the night
just as the dawning light unfurls.

The cemetery gate thrown wide,
she gives her blessing soft and low,
then disappears on mornings tide,
to where -- no one but God can know....

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gypsy girl flowing in a flash of red skirt
 her glazed bodice in breeze of bluebells
 In fountain of rejoice, wild rapacious flirt
 crystal lapis lazuli , my fortune she tells 
 "you'll soon fall in love and gonna get hurt"
 In a sherbet dream, my cheerful heart yells.



14th April 2020...

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under the tall mushrooms', in the day of gloom
I carried my fork and broom to run of the chick a boom
from my whom; darn morning sickness, that dragon's zoom kiss 
as he reminisce and baked a swiss brownie  bodice 
as the cat in the tree miss a hiss and a  p i. s... s...   : ) 


9/7/2021

Nonsense Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: charles messina...

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Be still my heart, my eyes behold
Beauty like never seen,
Expressions I cannot withhold
Straight from Vogue magazine.

Her raven hair flows down
The bodice of her gown
Beneath a pouty frown,

I must depart,
Be still my heart.

FIRST PLACE WINNER
written August 31, 2021
for "Quietus-August 2021" Contest
sponsored by Unseeking Seeker
[syllables verified by PS]...

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Could tell by shape of her bodice
That she had to be a goddess 
Around angelic head saw each light
Sure was such a pretty sight.

When I would nibble oh her ear
She always know that I was near
Her beauty you could never miss
Was remiss when her would kiss.

Adorable always in every shape and form
In me created such a surging storm
Last thing I remember about her was when
Had kissed her and she left me again

Jim Horn...

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Descending down the spiral stairs
Everyone look up and stare
Hair cascading unto her shoulders
Site of flesh on a slit tighter

She wore a flush of rosy red
A necklace graze the throat
The bodice hugs the hips
The heels clicks with each step

She converse with eloquence
Moving with checked elegance
Each word marks intelligence
A symbol of controlled temperance

by: olive_eloi
6:34pm
01/19/2014
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Merman in a tide pool
Mermaid of my mind
 
Gallup me unicorn
Center my centaur
 
Mysticism in myth
Is it real?
Not now, but maybe before 
 
Once a unicorn
Today I canter
Towards my destiny
 
Now a maiden
Washing her hate away
In the waves
 
Roll me tight, ocean orgasm
Salvation is in your frolic
Saturate my satin bodice
Salt me in your water
I, in your liquid folds
You, Mother Ocean an envelope
of movement 
Crade me to serenity...

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tag, you're it, again.
you're it, i quit, i'm giving in.
 
it's easy to call me goddess
while you're peeling off my bodice,
but will i still be ethereal
after you have had your fill?
 
tag, i'm it, you got me again
running cicles in the hole
you left me in when
you went out on your own
to "just meet a friend"
 
i don't care if you're back.
not that much, anyway.
this time around i feel the difference.
this time i won't beg you to stay....

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Textile Arts/Fashion Design

I took pattern making autumns ago
I measured and cut a bodice to sew 
A vintage cocktail dress trimmed with mojo
Louie Fifteen Courts would never forgo                                                                   
I’m dressed to the nines and nowhere to go
Aha, of course, there’s a chic fashion show 
It’s a full house, the theme: “Haute Escato” 
Awed by the finale I yell bravo! 
Home watching YouTube, with chips and merlot...

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Surreal beauty fit to fly.
Pearly teeth, oozing lies.

Dark mane casts ethereal frame.
Deep blue views of sinister flames.

Transient bodice, eager flight.
Others upon, she bestows the sight.

Lying beauty unadorned.
Dark addiction, newly horned.

Gentle hand, cloying chest.
Upon hole, within loss rest.

Flaying flesh from bone.
A dying wish of an inherent crone.

Hole, which inner heart was bore.
Afore gaucherie did so gore.
Lying inert and naked on the floor.


-Any comments are appreciated....

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