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07-25-2017, 11:06 PM
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Transvestite Poetry
His Secret Song
I love these clothes—
they were my mother’s,
and Heaven knows
that, if I had my druthers,
I would never dress in any others.
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Aaron Poochigian
Last edited by Aaron Poochigian; 07-26-2017 at 12:01 PM.
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07-26-2017, 09:05 AM
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I have one in my files. Not sure, but I think this was in Light some years ago.
TRANSVESTITE SONNET
The day I tried on your brassiere you laughed.
"How about some pantyhose? A tampon?"
But soon, applying all the hard-earned craft
Of womanhood, you put your girlish stamp on
My clothes, my hair, the color of my cheeks,
And proudly cried, "My God! You’re beautiful!
Now let’s rehearse the way a woman speaks:
Higher octaves, dear, and lower decibels."
Emasculating? Slightly. I don’t mind.
You have exquisite taste in lingerie.
And silk is smooth, however it might bind.
Besides, you grow so passionate with play
That soon enough I’m naked and can tender,
Undisguised, the trademark of my gender.
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08-13-2017, 08:37 AM
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When writing formal poetry,
I always put my shoes and socks on;
When it comes to ribaldry,
I get my off-the-shoulder frocks on.
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08-14-2017, 12:07 AM
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I write with best success
When I'm a poetess.
It makes me feel
I've sex appeal
If I put on a dress.
An anthology beckons missus.
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08-15-2017, 01:55 AM
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Aaron - I have a confession to make. I had every intention of writing a transvestite poem for your thread, but it wouldn't do what I wanted it to do; say what I needed it to say. Then David C put a poem on Met that took me back to a point in my life when I understood perfectly what cross-dressing meant.
The poems that began to appear here were starting to make me sad so I wrote one and it scared the bejasus out of me. I re-drafted it, peered at it and poked it with a stick - and then decided it needed critical input, so I posted it, not here but on Non-Met.
Thank you for making me do it.
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08-15-2017, 07:46 AM
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I'm glad this thread has resulted in more serious work. "Wool Away!" is hot. A woman "as never before," "joyfully conscious of the breasts between"!
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