Short Straps Poems
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Why write meaningful poetry,
With pictures of bras below it?
Disgusting!
Next comes jock straps?
This poet just knows it.
10/19/2020
Opus # 5
Straps around his waist,
And shining armour loosened.
Brittle backbone hurts.
Notepad, pen: poetry waits,
Fantasy deletes all pain
Her bra straps were a mite too tight
Her breasts looked like they had a fight
He kissed them better
Found a French letter
And did his best to make things right
There once was a Chick from the sea
whose two buxom breasts were set free.
Twin seaweed straps snapped
as thunder clouds clapped
and the sailors drown ecstatically.
spokes of bike reeling
slow motion...mind rewinding
‘remember helmet’
straps it tight under his chin
premonition frightens him
1/27/2018
In high heels
And party dress
Flouncing florals
And pink chiffon
Bare back
Spaghetti straps
Under moonglow
Stars above
Amorously fabulous
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Wearing just mask, gloves and a Yankees cap
The POTUS went shopping, caused quite a flap
Bought himself a small gift
Ever practicing thrift ~
A teeny-weeny bikini, sans straps
Feather leather strap
tight bright makes one wept
Feather fly down oh my
leather tighter
straps
red black pink and blue
so many colours on You
leather feather straps
Its fine relax
we're wading through
a storm:
hate
wickedness
It straps on a bomb
It wields a knife
it knows no
race or colour
and still London
rises
my city of colours
my city of friendship
Sam’s butterfly sleeves, in pastel hurry,
Gently billow like seagulls over feet.
Indulgent, salted drops of sea, so sweet.
Tan sand across her sandal straps, run free.
7/23/2021
Caren Krutsinger’s Flair and Fun Quatrain
ABBA
STRIPTEASE
private invitation
on backyard veranda
sweet purple wine
straps dangle
she’s swaddled
in sensuous mystery
his breath in striptease
his eyes overwhelmed
he calmly sips his wine
of slow approach
this marriage he owns
3/1/2018
no name poem
because
that is all I can afford
when you are poor
life conspires
to keep you there
“pull up your boot straps”
What boots?
there is a price on every thing
except faith, that’s free
lots of it floatin’ around
can you tell me
where I can put it?
I.
Ta da, ta da, flip,
like cards in bicycle spokes,
percussive shoe, flop...
II.
Long spaghetti straps,
full circle twirly skirted,
sundress in warm breeze.
III.
Morning sand dune climb,
woven basket, cheese, red wine,
noon apéritif.
-Edlynn Nau
©April 17, 2019
WHOA!!!
I say loudly
As she passed me by
Girl,
You look like Marilyn Monroe
Glamorous through my eyes
Her shirt was black
With spaghetti straps
And a white tee underneath
Tight beige pants
Turning heads, causing cramps
I hear someone grinding teeth
OH,
That's me!!!!!
Jared Pickett......09'
Oh what a week,
I am so glad Friday's here
there's been a bit of chaos
but today brings good cheer
Not sure how it happened
in the blink of an eye
but the weekend ahead
gives me joy, I won't lie!
So, pull up your boot straps
and get ready for work,
because today is Friday,
and you can't shirk work
Booties on tiny feet
Skipping in new white tennies
Wobbling in first high heels
Gliding in wedding slippers
Chasing kids in sensible flats
Arthritic fingers and velcro straps
... No shoes needed in the after- life
Blushing blooming flower
red blue full of desire
she lays still
pouring slowly
spill
drips of love
holding tights and latex gloves
she makes it easy
but hard to breath
slowly letting out
with ease
pushing further into night
like heros fighting unlikely frieghts
she wonders home
step one two three
leaving me here
breathing slowly
My purse is sheer seventies, with sassy swinging fringe.
Cut from flowered leather straps – pink and yellow on white leather.
I feel seventeen when I wear it.
Listen to seventies music – Beach Boys, Beatles, Mama Cass.
I am sassy too, driving over ninety miles an hour now.
Putting the pedal to the metal.
Getting my groove on.
Uh-oh.
Watch me run from the Fuzz!
Grasp the anguish, of the dank do-
Gooder, bursting across
The local track. Kids bored silly
Outside the school, sneer as
She slips past. The brassy broad clings
In the wind to her hat,
As shoulder straps preclude her sack
From sinking, she is an-
chored by her leather bag, the last
Treasure she can hold fast.
Since the rain washed away the mirth
Of the carnival day.
Form:
I untied the straps of my mysteries,
I undid the braids of my misfortunes,
I started playing my forgotten song...
I tied and knotted the bag of sorrows,
I revived the memories of the adventures,
I found the keys to my portals,
I ignited my holy lights...
i burned in a strong fire
my anxieties,
I gathered my faces from the mirrors,
I stripped myself of all worst omens,
and ran to live a novel life!
Eyes opening;
Gaze slowly focusing;
White sheet covering;
A cold body quivering.
Icy shallow inhales;
Straps binding loosely;
Unable to move or speak;
Yearn for eternal rest.
Forcing another breath;
Strength so very weak;
Free of all addictions;
Search for a final veil.
Pitted face; rotted flesh;
As I slip into the void,
Of this endless black.
Forgotten in the morgue,
just needle me to death.
I am different,
In many ways,
Clothes,
Thoughts,
Drawings,
Friends,
My clothes are different,
In many ways,
Black,
Chains,
Straps,
Baggy,
My thoughts are different,
In many ways,
Drugs,
Sex,
Suicide,
Murder,
My drawings are different,
In many ways,
Dark,
Depressing,
Sad,
Twisted,
My friends are different,
In many ways,
Preps,
Jocks,
Goths,
Nonsocial,
I am me.
I am different.
Form:
Zippers and Velcro and snaps and straps
nylon loops are found everywhere
pockets there are of every size
pockets in pockets can be found
flags of black hang upside down
holding meanings that are not found
over shoulders diagonally hung
made to fit over either one
covered with tools of every kind
stuck in loops and on Velcro hung
swinging on straps as they walk
ringing softly with tinkling sounds
~Be Dazzling~
Who wants to grow old?
Shivering alone, in the cold,
Beneath an old oak tree?
Not my bag of tea.
Refusing to age, so ungracefully,
Don shoes, gold,with straps,
A beautiful magenta dress, perhaps?
Sparkling jade necklaces that glitter.
Auburn tresses that equally shimmer.
Setting a man's soul...aquiver!
Panagiota Romios
4/5/2019
10 lines, 5 words, Rhyme Iii Contest
Sponsor: Laura Loo
a dizain
Admire her casting, lines of silky floss;
survey as artist drafts her masterpiece.
Enclosing space invisibly across,
then single-handedly, she will increase
the center parts to form unseen valise.
A purse of unsuspected, vicious taint -
its straps in hand, she naps - a wily feint.
Artistic beauty flows, but will soon ebb,
when tender insects clutter her restraint.
Artiste awakes to wealth within her web.
Nov. 17, 2010