O’ Casagemas,
what is this Heartbreak I hear,
from this woman with sagged, fired breasts
and onion hips that tell a strumpet?
This cruel, shameless voyeur
with little mind — who owns a
vainglorious torso;
a Lady Serpent, viperous!
O’ Casagemas,
this Heartbreak hurts,
running streams of cold blood at cockcrow.
We cannot be counted among men
but among lizards with tail monuments.
Veronica, Juliet, Ada or Ulu?
How does one even spell her name, with votive
words, or with streaks of bleeding ink?
Heartbreak spills from a hollow platter, gushing
cascades of heated tears.
Caustic! A ruinous fountain.
Dream.
Casagemas sprouts, a monocotyledon
on which she feasts — succubus!
Incubus at noon.
Night.
Painted on the frame of a subtopia,
this naked virago — pulse of falsetto —
weeps at the feet of the grave of Casagemas.
Morning.
Velvet roses and tailored satin, pink and white fluff
for Casagema’s Rebirth
and christening ceremony.
In attendance:
fair daughters of Eve, naked, baby-fresh and
Casagemanous, to wreak vengeance on this
hag with a fluke in her liver.
Categories:
virago, heartbreak, love, romance,
Form: Free verse
WINDBREAK TREES
Unchecked prairie wind cold
Engulfs our archipelago
Of barns and farms,
Small snuggled refuges
Swathed in birch, oak and ash,
Warm yellows oranges.
Still thick, hiding the rafters,
Wrapping our immersed walls,
Rooftop pennants - silent wafters.
Hugging close at quoin and sill,
A muffler around each recess
Stemming all the greying chill,
Slows the wind in its fold,
Protects against the virago,
Shields like a mother’s arms.
Categories:
virago, tree, wind,
Form: Imagism
Like every woman would hope and wait,
She so waits yet for someone true,
Beyond her prime but bears and stays,
Lone, thus keen to own a man so soon.
Soliloquising at every dusk,
That 31s deserves no lesser men
Than them that girls would rather husk;
“Blokes rugged and intelligent”.
Calm (as would the turtle be) at home,
She’s no different while away,
Works e’er like the dial on a phone,
While at night good gossip is her play.
On every date that held her hoping high
To bear a gent like in her fantasies,
A let down did never make her cry,
She was sure that one would please.
Neither loose nor the virago,
Nor responsive to careless men,
Pretty and true like the rainbow,
On the day it’s her turn to wed.
Categories:
virago, courage, girl, marriage, wedding,
Form: Rhyme
Oh Virago, I wish thee were a Virgo
but thou snaps thy gaping jaws
Waving Cancer's claws
Thy most tenacious tongue
I come undone
No longer a shy fellow
For Thy lashings driven me yellow
Dear Virago, common courtesy
quakes
Thy curtsy shakes
Slowly I wane
Oh, most sublime pain
Supreme leisure
Am I to be the benefactor of
thine pleasure?
Thy pink lips have tinted mine blue
Most noble Virago, sainted shrew
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virago- I came across this old term when I was reading old short stories. :D basially means shrew.
Categories:
virago, husband, sexy, wife, woman,
Form: Rhyme
THE UNREPENTANT VIRAGO
Named for a man, my treason’s not my own
My tantalising tales tame his temerity
As I cling to the cliff-hanger
Of my own biopic, my to-be-tested verity
He claims I am inevitable as the ocean
And my head will roll, be beached upon the sand
And he will come and take me by the hand.
I will scream loudly history’s muffling cry
Show female slavery, oppression till he wonders why
The goddess in him was quenched, and died of thirst
He thinks then that I will be the first
To bandage up his Achilles heel with Elastoplast!
Published, I’ m not damned, but live with gumption
I’m here to fix his arrogant presumption.
By Rosemarie Rowley
Categories:
virago, culture, irony, woman,
Form: Sonnet
You are far from being a goddess or queen.
In fact, you’re one of the ugliest women I’ve ever seen.
Is the royal treatment what you expect?
You have given me nothing but contempt and disrespect.
A month has only thirty or thirty-one days.
It seems like you have PMS always.
What an irascible and vehement virago!
You are somebody I do not wish to know.
Why don’t you gather your things and just go?
Categories:
virago, evil, woman,
Form: Rhyme
Forty years of married life, the couple set out to celebrate
Fine dining beautiful wine, and a waltz with stumbling gait
Turning to her husband she demands for him to remember details
Quickly he answers, “Yes darling, your beautiful dress, my hat and tails.”
He walked beside her hand in hand she notices a tear drop that falls
Thinking he’s sentimental she demands to know what he does recall
Sighing wistfully looking at the stars he tells her, it was before they did wed
Your father had a shotgun, he said if I didn’t turn up I'd wish I was dead.
“Why do you remember that, is there nothing more romantic you can say?”
The virago of a wife demands more memories of the wedding day…
The husband sighs “He said he would send me to jail for forty years at the very least“
I just had a thought, if I hadn’t married you, tomorrow would be my day of release……
© 28/11/2012~GG~
Entry for Laughter The Best Medicine sponsored by Vie
Categories:
virago, funny, beautiful, husband, beautiful,
Form: Quatrain
except she's not a river, she's a lake,
a few feet from where, at Happy Hour, I take
my usual five-ish time to be beside her. But,
what keeps me here in spite of eminent rain
that wants a cameo in this story? It's that
she's become a contender in the NasLake 500,
driven by the whip of a South Wind, never meant
to be a virago. Is it envy of the Northeast gale,
our island given, a foaming at the mouth,
slant-eyed surf, roiling in a no-winner race,
calling its caveat of, Come in, swimmer--
we'll take you out without a trace?
Those of us who must be near water sense
a death wish, a dire imagining, a disquiet just
this side of fear in the lake's quotidian power.
Where is the happy in this hour? A giant palm-
frond scrapes the sky like the claw of some
primordial beast. There is no sanctuary here,
no cheer, but we, at least, can bolt the door,
consign the lake's tsunami delusion
to the eye of the sky.
Categories:
virago, visionary, happy, happy,
Form: Imagism
You have the most capricious personality.
You are a woman who is unpredictable and flighty.
When it comes to resources, you display profligacy.
There seems to be contempt whenever you see me.
However, that is nothing to your irascibility.
There is something I now know with great certainty.
It is all over. You are not the right one for me.
I can easily see that you have inexplicably changed.
In a short time, you have become unstable and deranged.
You have driven me to the brink with the way you treat me.
Anyone can see that your behavior is unequivocally,
the most concrete definition of cruelty.
For being the ultimate example of a virago,
I have no alternative but to let you go.
I want you to know that I have taken all I can.
I will allow you to become a problem to another man.
Categories:
virago, sad
Form: Rhyme
this will be a work in progress...with my b horror film afficienado friend
john....suggestions under comments welcome:
For near two hundred years
The house spewed death
And fear among the land
All tenants died horrible early deaths(TB)
The first, a young termagant Virago,
many a foolish man,
walked through her door
never to walk out the same. (Christy Hardy)
For their tongues became lame,
They would not speak her name
Their eyes never focused again as well
After having been through such hell(TB)
And profane prayers to
The Evil One,
Are whispered in her halls
Ghostly visions of
Sin and depravation,
Curl within the mists
of misery witnessed there-in.
Categories:
virago, death, fantasy, imagination, mystery,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
Frankie
Human, Virago, Poet, Dreamer
Mothers Raisha Therese and Joaquin Andres
Lover of butterflies, opals and tulips
Who feels loneliness, strength and hope
Who fears failure, heights and drowning
Who would like to see Europe, heaven and recognition
Resident of Manila, Philippines
Torrelavega
Categories:
virago, imagination, introspection, life,
Form: Bio