Short Scantily Clad Poems
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Oh what a magnificent night
Oh what an angelical sight
Scantily clad vision in white
Oh blessed nocturnal delight
Hugh Hefner, also known as 'Hef'
To most females was quite tone-deaf
He recast grown women as fawning bunnies
Who drooled over his scantily-clad wad of money
Long long ago in the days of yore
Lived a gorgeous filly, made young studs roar
Was scantily clad
Delighting each lad
Also makes this old duffer writhe on the floor
I’m learning how to recognize
the disfigured, defaced, disguised,
multiplied, masked, dehumanized –
my companions, scantily clad
in the social fabric –
do you recognize me?
2004 Fall
It's Benny Hill here entertaining you all
With antics so silly, hilarious with falls
Irreverent without doubt
Scantily clad ladies throughout
Proud to be associated with this hilarious guffaw
It's Benny Hill here entertaining you all
With antics so silly, hilarious with falls
Irreverent without doubt
Scantily clad ladies throughout
Proud to be associated with this hilarious guffaw
In the still of the night I see images galore
Of scantily clad ladies doing everyday chores
Bending over, oh what joy!
With ASSets deployed!
My helper went bananas till my composure was restored
Long long ago in the days of yore
Lived a gorgeous filly, made the young studs roar
Was scantily clad
Delighting each lad
Just writing about her makes me writhe on the floor
© Jack Ellison 2015
Gotta tell ya bout this fellow named Anthony
Was relaxing on his twentieth floor balcony
A scantily clad sweetie
Cross the way said, “want a freebie?”
Poor Anthony fell twenty floors to his finality
© Jack Ellison 2015
FLAWLESS
She had very long, silky blonde hair
That blew in the wind without a care
She was scantily clad,
That made me glad,
‘Cause I could see her underwear
Her smile was oh so bright,
So radiant it could light up the night
When I look at her now,
It’s impossible to frown,
Oh my....My pants feel tight.
Night.
A scantily clad sky,
with unkempt clouds.
Moon was climbing.
Caved in.
I had nothing left
to say, except
soundless poems.
No regrets;
in this climactic
struggle of life. The
pain eases, when
memory fails.
The flesh engages the
spirit. End would wait
till the grass banks.
Satish Verma
She's the hottest girl I've ever had
Wet head to toe and scantily clad
I felt flames of desire
But I put out her fire
That's what my Mom said about my Dad
Guess acorns don't fall far from the tree
She explained why when talking to me
You're a really nice guy
And you gave it a try
But it takes more time than one...two...THREE
Gently french kiss your darkness mad,
break the restraints leave obsession;
Lick up the buried aggression;
You may not be scantily clad,
yet soft skin becomes a scratchpad;
Repurpose gall into passion,
gently french kiss;
It’s not too much to hurt so bad,
won’t go on without my ration;
I can’t let go I’ll not move on;
A quickened breath is the launchpad,
gently french kiss .
vulnerable shoulders scantily clad
bare of protecting pauldron
without his strong arms encompassing
chest underdressed
short of a shield
without his beating breastplate pressing
helmet unharnessed
mind recklessly unleashed
without comforting thoughts of our melding
beaming brass unattached
sword unwielded for defense
strong arms to swing ~ missing
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Chosen title: Defenseless
3/2/2020
Tremors shake beneath trepidatious feet.
To shake when shooken offers scents of defeat.
Took in thine imagery from perches unseen.
Salivating secretions ooze and seep secrecy.
Scantily clad corruptions do sit upright.
Smirking shards the aimless beacon leads.
Lapping pools of torment to endless vacancy.
Loser coagulates down under unsettled concrete.
Locked moments buried flags of victory.
Written on Feb-23-2024
What’s The Big Deal?
Miracle Man
October 20, 2023
Because with new fangle gadgets I’m out of touch,
so It takes me twice as long to do half as much.
Young sprouts think I’m a used up old fighter,
can they type a letter on my Royal typewriter?
Inventing new things makes the world go round,
most sub standard and didn’t last long I found.
Throughout my years I’ve outlived many a fad,
Usually pitched by women, most scantily clad,
Beyond Horizon what do you think there be?
Beautiful women scantily clad, dancing to the beat of a drum.
Make you smile, twinkle in your eye, your favorite melody you do hum.
Pristine beaches easy on bare feet,
exotic birds of vivid colors, soaring high in the sky,
do make you stain an eye.
Countless fireflies light up the night, above a crystal clear sea;
Easy on your mind, want to do this all the time.
Beyond horizon what else do you think there be?
Scantily clad resources
Free sources as electrons buzz
Manipulating matter, minds are gathered
Slave market shuffle
Clocks burning, thoughts melting
Hierarchy strapped monarchy pelting
An old story with a new foe
Cartels of smoke raising ladders
Shingles gather as houses splatter
Desires still lingering in the mist
Clamping shut the edgy verbal vocation
Car door sluts banging in a rut
Withered fingers splnter
Cancerous tongues among phantom lung
Air bubbles rise their own accord