Short Skirts Poems
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glimmerings of gothic moon and stars —
spiraling skirts and candlelight
7/19/2020
short skirts
make you alert
hot pants
makes you dance
you just stare
but touch you dare
watching
these
SUMMER WEAR
Form:
short skirts
make you alert
hot pants
makes you dance
you just stare
but touch you dare
watching
these
SUMMER WEAR
Form:
short skirts
make you alert
hot pants
makes you dance
you just stare
but touch you dare
watching
these
SUMMER WEAR
Form:
Skirts were short in sixty nine,
my speech teacher wore them well
sitting ON her desk in class,
please, no speaking now!
Man skirts fill the scene
Whining outlawed bagpipes sing
His kilt of plaid green
By Robb A. Kopp
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its a turn on
as they walk alone
some on cell phone
they chat
about this and that
it a real sex appeel
SKIRTS AND HIGH HEELS
High winds
Clouds, pelting rain
Outter skirts of a storm
Hurricane Matthew exhibits strength
Return?
Hands a-clappin', boots a-thumpin',
skirts a-twirlin', rumps a-bumpin'.
Feel the vibes and hear the noisy
Idaho cowgirls and Boise.
puffy yarn balls
decorate white roller skates
nineteen fifty-two
poodle skirts
boys big rings wrapped with tape
pink nail polish
Everything
Has brilliant time
Just looking at falling leaves
Just looking at girls in mini skirts
That passes by
It's a beautiful time.
Grass skirts dance in fear
Furious whispers menace
Nature prunes nature
Growth begins anew
Disciplined to adulthood
Precisely nurtured
Tanned furs and leines clothe their hairy backs.
Hoard of mead guzzling men eat turkey legs for snacks….
in skirts and medieval fanny packs.
maidens in the stream
are washing clothes together
their colorful skirts
are so daringly tucked up...
the lads guard their fishing rods
Whispering bees arrange themselves outside
They gather their fur skirts
And whisper down the lane
Allergies come until the season completes itself.
Adieu Summer
cheeky red roses
silky scarlet skirts sashay…
final summer fling
09-16-2014
The angry red face of Mammon
peaks out from behind the now
green skirts of sweet Libertas
and misquotes the very words
that bought him his freedom
She whirls
Her silky skirts
SHIMMERING...
Soft
s u s p e n d i n g
~~kisses~~
Turns
Into a
PuLsAtInG
Love-wrapped-in-delicious-desire
DANCE
There once was a lady from France
She thought about not wearing pants
Just her dresses and skirts
So the men would all flirt
Forgotten, was all of the ants
The gypsy life appeals to me
I love fun Bohemian ways
Pretty jewelry, fancy skirts
Their beautiful wagons
My hippie-like self
Vicarious
Wonderlust
gypsy
Love
Little golden cups of sunlight nod,
Swirling flimsy butter-yellow skirts in the wind
Dipping deeply in a curtsey
To an unseen God
A rippling rush
Of whispering gold.
Frilled edges of flora in bloom
Along my garden’s fences
Sweet scent of peony perfume
Invades my senses
They dance on stately stems
Pink skirts ruffled at their hems
So fragile, I could count the veins
beneath her pink petaled softness.
In ruffled skirts, like a gypsy she danced,
coaxing her unopened buds to bloom.
The cold sun’s anemic arc,
skirts the day with crystal frill.
Prancing just above the pines,
sun dogs wag their tails.
14 Jan 2022
As striking a picture, leaf-twirled
A little off the ground
For a colour movement
Autumn-rich skirts, pleated and whirled
In both the folk dances
Scot and gypsy present.