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Transvested Verses
By Pretzelgirl
"Jenny's Room"
-->Based on "Poem on the Underground Wall" by Paul Simon
Roommates all have gone out shopping
Fantasies, they know no stopping
Eagerly in stocking feet
I pad into her sacred keep
One Solitary Purpose
Faces on her wall accusing
Guts conflicting and confusing
Yet I find the strength to tamper
With the contents of her hamper
I Pull Out Worn Panties
I'd caught a glimpse once long, ago
Standing behind, she bent down low
A cotton, flowered fashion show
Embroidered waistband seems to glow:
"Victoria's Secret"
Tenderly my hands extract
This hidden, holy artifact
Trembling anticipation
Warming intoxication
Consumes Me
My jeans are now upon the floor
My hairy legs, her drawers adore
Sightless passion, my brain dwells in
Purple fabric, my crotch swells in
Exploding
My eyes dart quickly to her mirror
And rest upon an interferer
An urgency, no more my lust
My face assumes the hue of rust
A Failed Test of Honour
And a Shattered Broken Trust
***
"My Path"
-->Based on "The Road Not Taken" by Robert Frost
Two halls diverged in my high school,
And sorry I could not travel each
And long I stood, just one fool
Knowing that one held ridicule
Yet softly beckoned within reach;
So I chose the one with greater flair,
And dared to walk it's pink-hued hall,
Because it offered beauty to spare,
And let me choose what I would wear;
My first steps there were proud and tall.
The path that held me in it's sway
Did not shield me from harsh attack.
Oh, I kept on strong -- I made headway!
But hearing the things my "friends" would say,
The lights had dimmed; the hall turned black.
I write this without feeling shy
In hopes my tale might make some sense
I chose my path -- to do or die.
I can't say all was high-and-dry,
But at least I held no false pretense.
***
"The Crossdresser"
-->Based on "The Eagle" by Alfred, Lord Tennyson
On pavement he hobbles, too great a height;
A flower that blooms in deepest of night,
His corset ringed in far too tight.
Panicked beats in his heart race;
Clownish colour adorns his face,
His heart and sleeve are wreathed in lace.
***
"Halloween"
-->Based on "Winter" by William Shakespeare
When ghastly melons guard the door,
And coloured sugars come by the bag,
And fields of grass wear green no more,
And leaves begin to wilt and sag.
When the bones of nature litter our floor,
Then Jack grows into a witchly hag,
Makeup and wig
Come out at last,
While greedy children knock at the gate.
When days grow short and nights grow long,
And teen athletic games take place,
And ravens nightly croak their song,
And orange and black adorn workplace,
When goblins whisper: "Right is Wrong!"
Then Bill is free to paint his face,
Makeup and wig
Come out at last,
While greedy children knock at the gate.
***
"Reflection"
-->Based on "Mirror" by Sylvia Plath
I am clear and precise. I harbor no illusions.
What I see before me, I become immediately.
I am untainted by desire or hate.
I am not hurtful, I cannot lie --
I am small, but all-seeing.
I spend my days gazing on a movie poster opposite me.
The wall is cracked plaster. I know it's every freckle.
Every crack, every defect, every flaw is part of me.
Light and shadow, Faces through time interrupt me.
Now I am a prism, refracting all possibilities.
A man before me reaches for the woman he is.
No need for liars of light -- lamps or lanterns.
He knows I alone will show faithfully his beauty.
He will reward me with shuddering tears of joy.
I am the centre of his cloistered life.
Every night he decorates himself for me alone.
In me, a pock faced middle-aged man becomes a young girl.
Day after day, night after night, I bring peace to the troubled.
***
"An Argument Between Body and Soul"
-->Based on "A Dialogue between the Soul and Body" by Andrew Marvell
SOUL: Oh, who can from this bear release
A flowered soul who knows no peace?
This meaty hand, this bulging arm,
This weedy face which knows no charm,
This hairy foot, this eye that leers,
This mottled nose, protruding ears:
A prison grown large to restrain
This sweet and simple, gentle brain
Which longs with every coarse heartbeat
Surroundings dainty and petite.
BODY: Who says that I'm some jail cell?
'Cuz *I'M* the one who's stuck in hell!
This prissy little soul of mine
Just moans and bitches, groans and whines!
The damned thing decorates my frame
With lace and silk -- disgusting shame!
It powders where my beard once stood;
It tucks and hides my proud manhood;
Shaved the grand fur from my chest;
Imprisons me inside a dress!
SOUL: What evil had me thus confined
To the portly frame of this beastly swine?
Entombed in this neanderthal physique
With rumbling, gravely voice I speak:
"Rid me of this brute unkempt;
Release me to the form I've dreamt.
Morph, reshape, transform or change
This body to a shape less strange!
I petition to divinity:
Unsex my masculinity!"
BODY: Enough already -- shut yer yap!
We're both each others' handicap.
And barring some strange sex transplant
Your silly dreams won't happen ... can't.
Don't fuss and cry, don't make a scene;
Don't coat our face with Maybelline.
You know you ain't the brain I want;
And I know I ain't no debutante.
Until some magic power evicts
You from me, we're stuck in this fix!
So let's live together; let's compromise.
You can do girly crap away from prying eyes.
Alone and in-private every once and awhile
Dress me all up ... and maybe I'll smile.
***
"the angry the girls"
-->Based on "the greedy the people" by e.e. cummings
the angry the girls
(as he as can try)
they shriek and they bitch
and they die for a wish
though flowers in the meadows
say Peace
the lovely the boys
(as soft as can she)
they pose and they primp
and they weep for until
though the dress in the closet
says Now
the lonely the voices
(as apart as can dark)
they wish and they wait
through chill steady rain
though the willows in bittersweet
say Join
the brash the women
(as big as can swagger)
they yell and they curse
but they hide weeping hearts
though a rose in a vase
says Cry
the timid the men
(as pained as can longing)
they mince and they prance
but they hide from above
though the mirror in acceptance
says Be
***
"Soft Clothes"
-->Based on "Soft Snow" by William Blake
I told my friend I loved her clothes
She smiled at me -- she knows, she knows!
I can wear her skirt now anytime.
Yet my manhood still thinks it a dreadful crime.
***
"The Dreamland"
-->Based on "The Vampire" by Rudyard Kipling
A fool there was and he braided his hair
(Even as you or I!)
He rouged his cheek with gentle care,
(And uttered a solitary prayer),
Yet still he looked more foul than fair--
(Even as you or I!)
Oh, the years misplaced remaining chaste
And hiding our heads in sand
Are consumed by the woman we dare not show
(And now we see that She never could show)
Who lives in our dreamland!
A fool there was with a quaint, queer bent
(Even as you or I!)
For girlish dreams, his youth he spent,
(Though his friends never knew just what he'd meant),
To submerge his desire was his intent
(Even as you or I!)
Oh, the lips we glossed while the years we lost
All our chances to take a stand.
The woman inside was just a lie
(And now we see She was always a lie)
And was just in our dreamland!
The fool wore pants and vainly tried
(Even as you or I!)
To mask his soul and try to hide
(Oh, the possibilities he threw aside!)
Yet She lived on, while he finally died--
(Even as you or I!)
He struggled in shame, yet finally became
The very same thing She had planned--
She was never a thing to demystify,
She was hope for him to personify
And live in her dreamland!
-The End-
Anastasia
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