Silk stocking filled with mud was Talleyrand.
With the future of France held in his hand,
He played kibitzer-informed cards with skill,
Maneuvering a Congress to his will.
There once was a Marquis named Talleyrand,
Who loved ladies and a fine sarabande
Smarts from ladies gained as a teen
Helped him escape the guillotine,
Surviving four regimes as he had planned.
Vested in priestly garb this backslidden Bishop
Chose diplomacy over baptism and hyssop.
Though Talleyrand walked with congenital limp,
He was never known as a diplomatic wimp.
Categories:
silk stocking, baptism, future, love, smart,
Form: Clerihew
My auntie’s a consummate flirt
and always wears a mini skirt
Uncle sees her toned thighs
and quickly gets a rise
It’s early to bed says old Bert
He deftly removes her silk stocking
And quickly their headboard is knocking
Much to their neighbours chagrin
The party wall’s very thin
Their bedroom antics he finds shocking
Dear Auntie Eth’s ninety years young
(And Uncle Bert’s very well hung)
They’re old, but not wrecks
They adore having sex
Both glad their mattress is well sprung
07/31/21
Categories:
silk stocking, humorous, lust,
Form: Limerick
QUASIMODO
Quasi modo geniti infantes,*
“Why was I not made of stone like thee,”
Up-far-up, he hugs the cold cathedral gargoyle.
Are there tears when they beat his humpback?
Do we care? Do we?
Sophistical** sophistication of the mob
both skint and silk-stocking.
Ill will surrounds the beauty and the beast, both misunderstood.
Mood of shadows, felicitous and suffering bells,
Orgasmic Frollo circling Esmeralda, blaming her for his
Depravity. “Sanctuary, Sanctuary,” the cry of the bell tower’s madman,
Oh but much saner than the world that the Lord looks upon.
7/18/2019
*Like a newborn
**Plausible but based upon deception
Categories:
silk stocking, imagery,
Form: Acrostic
Oh earth!
Your belly is sweet
Upon our soul's
You are full of kindness
Fiend to none
Friend to all
Friend and foe
You cuddle
Water you guzzle
When it drizzles you puddle
When you clap it quakes, rumbles
Your dentures are sharper than lion's fangs
Your stomach is larger than life
Your sword of justice is in your hands
Racism, segregation and corruption are alien to you
You have silk-stocking folks for dinner
Impercunious soul's for lunch
Sposh for breakfast
Coal as appetizer
Oh mother earth!
The earth is yours
And it's fullness thereof.
Categories:
silk stocking, earth, humanity, life, nature,
Form: Alliteration
My eyes opened
as the morning sun
tapped me on my face.
Upon fully awakening
I realized
that I was alone,
left to wallow
in the despair of
found loneliness.
Ah, but turning,
upon the pillow next
to me was
one single hair,
an eyelash, long,
beautiful.
I thought I dreamed
but there it was,
ah, but if only?
Stepping from my bed
I noticed on the floor
one silk stocking
that reminded me
of a time when each
day was new
and awashed
with sunlight
as today.
Stretching,
I can almost smell
the scent
of my obsession
wafting through
the hallway
of the house.
Walking, I could
hear humming
magically thriving
on the sullen breeze
from an open window.
Turning into the kitchen,
there you were,
naked accept for the apron
donned to protect as
you cooked the morning fair.
You turned to me,
Smiling and said,
“Good morning, love”
and my sunshine gave
into day.
Categories:
silk stocking, life, me, me, morning,
Form: Free verse