Stiffening Poems | Examples

I am Expecting a Blood Letting

the vampire ball will be held in Salem for a lark
a place where witches don’t like to be after dark
I went anyway, with my cousin Glud
For he loves gruesome stuff, gore and blood

I was dressed in the brightest purple I could find
with homemade black tulle ruffles, the stiffening kind
it was low cut, so my neck could be easily bled
In case a vampire needed to be diligently fed.

I am wearing a garter belt that is satin with a bow
Attached are old world hose, silky ones that flow
My high heeled shoes are painted red on the bottom
The vampire ball is held, of course, predictably in autumn

I am expecting a blood-letting, without benefit of leeches.
I have already had that happen at one of the beaches
a handsome vampire will dive down and take my hand
And lead me through his silver tongue to the promised land.

My cousin Glud has been told to get lost when he arrives.
I expect my handsome prince to come down in fancy dives
He will be wearing a tuxedo that matches my satin dress.
We will be such a great twosome, I’ll have to attend church and confess.

Sheer Voices - Cinquain - Cinqku

water
his undertow
where seagulls still cry for
his touch on the stiffening mast
sails gone

sea swept — 
his shipwreck
staging her oars 
whispers in the water
she screams

Devilment is Afoot

Leaves of the oak trees congregated in clumps of whispering soldiers
A devilment was afoot; the fey felt this and scurried to the meadow.
Someone was dragging a heavy sack into the darkest shadows.
The night shuddered, recognizing the evilness of the scoundrel.

Perfect place to hide a body, most agreed. Those who were brave to look.
Others hid behind stumps and rocks, hoping the culprit’s thirst was sated.
He has been here before, always leaving flesh that turns to putridness.
Finally whitening and stiffening into a stick-like corpse.

The evil doer did not give the trees or the sack a backward glance.
This was his dumping ground; he felt no reverence for it in the least.
A place to leave the shell of the people he hunted and killed.

Mr Abbott

Mr. Abbott

Mr. Abbott bought a 
 steam powered Stanley
He felt it made him 
 look rather manly

He has a large 
 handlebar moustache 
Constantly covered in 
 soot and ash

In his finery, 
goggles and gloves 
He would wave at his
 imaginary loves

Over the hills
 and over the dales
He would frequently stop
 for supplies and sales

Horses would buck, 
 cows would “moo”
Whatever the terrain,
 the Stanley got through

At the end of the day
 back in the barn, 
Mr. Abbott, in his chair
 would weave a yarn

His stories were 
 colourful and bold
Renowned for being
 exceptionally told
 
As the years drew past
 the Stanley would sit
Stiffening up
 becoming unfit 

The trusty machine finally
 rested in a meadow
Until today, 
 saved by Jay Leno

Artic Air Assassin

Blowing through my area for a few days
gust making temperature bitterly cold  
rushing underneath my coat; soo bold
penetrating my layers of clothing and boots
siphoning my body natural warmth 
hands throbs with pain; gloves no help
feet and face froze noticeably numb
leg bones stiffening as I continue to step  
restricting my singing and dancing blood flow
left me feeling empty, cold, and stiff head to toes
wondering, "are you trying to steal my heart and soul?"

Flames of the world

Alas,

Brisk Candles Dine,

Endlessly Fleeting Graceful Horizons

In Just, knowing Lies May Never Own

Promptly Quilting, Reasons Stiffening

Tomorrow Uncovering Voracious Winds

Xenial Yielding Zenith.

Paradise regained

Nothing could be finer than to be deep  inside your v****a in the morning
Nothing could be sweeter than my sweetie when I touch her up  in the morning
When my morning glory presents itself at your widening   door
Threading through your fair forest to enter your oasis once more
Rolling with my girlie in our  bed so  bright and early in the morning
Puckering up my lips  to kiss your stiffening papillae tips in the morning
And then south of your succulent breasts I  often long to  go
To sip the ichor of your oasis in its fertile and full  flow
Until finally we again come back  chest to breasts and  face to face
To merge in that one climactic full and frenetic  embrace
From which we recover aquiver, relaxed and wholly spent.
A brief glimpse of heaven from above so generously sent
This engrossing eternal bliss allows us both to rise 
To luxuriate in our  fleeting moment of that pure paradise.
If I had a magic wand for only a day,
I'd make a wish and here's what I'd say,
"Nothing could be finer than to be deep in your v****a
Every morning"

White Jackets and Candy Dishes

They offer no rope nor traction.
Following a prolonged icy tongue-blast
a slow slide into the greasy crevasse
where lie, soul stiffening white jackets.

There seems to be infinite oceans of infinite critics-
vast deserts without an oasis of empathy.
Powers that be will steal the last of the cherries
leaving mountains of bluish pits and pluming death.

Drunk clowns are juggling our happiness
squirting flowers filled with ink and lye
to cloak the last bastions of gilded sanity
and poison all the goodness in our lives.

So, what are the children of silence to do?
Sit in their blackness and lick a sticky candy dish...
Surrender the ghost of a million, to a appease a few.
or come out swinging in the light-with fiery fists.

No Body Parts Rejected

Well well well how interesting
About to write about things stiffening
Like body parts selected
No body parts rejected
But be careful absolutely no roughening

Mist

Mist

Thick foggy mist
All round my sight stiffening
My vision and memories

Lovers' Delight

Eclipse opened up the sea as torch of heavens flare over skies
Symphony of angels heralded the crowning jewels of love
Lovers stood still, stiffening their breaths, bewitched under the sunset.

Stiffening Up

I can't get moving today
All my oomph has flown away,
I keep on muttering Um and Ah
Realising this won't take me far
I gave up and decided to play, OK.

All the More Poignant

a baseball hides in shadows on the landing
  glove and bat nowhere to be seen
a football perches oddly on the top step
  helmet and shoes sprawled across the handrail

cries of 'nice cut,' 'home run' and 'tough out'
  have yielded to 'hit 'em harder' and 'touchdown!'
soon to migrate indoors to hockey arenas
  basketball courts, though the passion's the same...

long-ago recollections of hotly contested games
  fade inevitably within musty corridors of time
and the stiffening of sinews in the legs and back
  which render all the more poignant such nostalgia attacks...

Ball Locks

I picked the ball lock
got them back
at least for the day
went outside….alone
performed some unsupervised
“manly” work.
They had that familiar feel
of old friends … 
reuniting on the playground
dancing merrily to a shared rhythm.

Oh, the thrill of it!
The sashayed sway,
subtly drawing up
in a cold breeze,
the tightness of the
fight or flight tremor,
love’s memory
stiffening on the whim
of fancied fantasy.

DAMN!!!! 
The grass is cut
hedges trimmed
thorny roses pruned
the smell of earth and sun and joy
unfiltered through a mask.
Just another day outside
With the boys.

John G. Lawless
©8/10/2021

Smile

Does one smile
While up problems pile
And their solution a mile?

Should I toothily smile
When at me others rile
For some scandal in my once faultless file?

Can one's identity be a broad smile
The flashing of it, one's lifestyle
Even to the upset, secreting bile?

Wouldn't one read Guile
In smiles out - lasting a short while:
The longevity of River Nile?

For a sicky smile
I could a doctor's number dial,
Yielding to a consulting room without tile

Smile that takes after
Elder brother Laughter
Is rather gentler
To Roofs of Shaky Rafter
A stiffening face making softer.

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