Meet Mable

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Meet Mable
Mable is a poet
She rhymes from time to time
She even has a heart that swells
with pride at nicely tempered sonnets
She hunts for love and that elusive universal metaphor
Her hair is red and she loves kittens
She wears pastel sweaters
Sensible shoes and a matching bag
In a room with twenty mirrors
She has a closet she keeps locked
Stuffed with lacy corsets
Mostly red and black
Just in case.

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darkmaas, old cod, where have you been?

Meet Mable,
always skinny, you see,
bulimia's had it's way with her.
like so many men before,
enjoying her charms best described as: close to the bone.
 
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First line is "Meet Mable"

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Meet Mable

Meet Mable
an upstanding mother
on the Parents' Advisory Committee
even though she hasn't had a child
in school for over a decade.

Her hair is permed and proudly
loosing melanin by the day.
No root touch ups or blatant
Clairol treatments in metallic
rust for Mable. She likes strawberry
blonde with a touch of gray.

Her opinions about child-rearing
changed when Dr. Spock said
no spanking allowed. Seems
Mable is a profuse punisher,
just ask Mister Mable, he met
her and her paddle
over and over, until he got
it right...

Meet Bob, Mable's husband.
He plays one role with one
line: "Yes, Dear."
 
Meet Mable,
she's my dog (yes really!)
or as she likes to spell it Mabel.
She's no beauty queen
indeed Pa met Ma
in some dark alley
and bespoiled her pedigree.
Maybe her stance is not quite right
and her tail too thin and pointed,
She'll win no cups with her looks,
but oh she has her Mother's eyes
of pleading brown velvet
and she has won my heart.
 
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"Meat Mable" -

on four nights out of seven;
a dog's dinner
dressed to order
spotted dick on the menu
in a tale of two titties
arse and snatch
money up front and
"don't touch the goods till they're paid for"

with only three left
Mabel makes a feathered nest
with gentled arms, maternal breast;
Mabel makes the best she can:
one day her boy shall be a man.
there's always fish on fridays
 
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Love! She sounds like a character in a Dorothy Parker short story. :kiss:

cheers - i was concerned it was a bit clichéd :eek: live writes, and i almost always end up drawing on rhyme and religious references :rolleyes:
 
Meet Mabel

'Adorable' she's not.
It might be said she
was 'dear', however,
said in passing,
as it were,

"That Mabel's such a dear."

Although, that's not quite
right, either.

She's lived through too much,
seen too much,
heard too much;
But she can't ignore it, monkey-like,
so she deals with it,
her own way,
subtly,
distinctly,
severely.
 
Meet Mabel

'Adorable' she's not.
It might be said she
was 'dear', however,
said in passing,
as it were,

"That Mabel's such a dear."

Although, that's not quite
right, either.

She's lived through too much,
seen too much,
heard too much;
But she can't ignore it, monkey-like,
so she deals with it,
her own way,
subtly,
distinctly,
severely.
see? now this is good because it shows me (and leaves my imagination busy filling in the rest, the whys and wherefores) something about this woman as a character. my own felt to me almost a caricature by comparison :eek:
 
Meet Mabel

'Adorable' she's not.
It might be said she
was 'dear', however,
said in passing,
as it were,
...
severely.

This is really good, too, and sounds Southern to me. Took me a few years, but I'm starting to hear it in some of your poems. :)
 
I hope this turns out well

Meet Mable

Flies high on her kite of dreams
Wants to change the world, believes she can
Excited, even hysteric for no fixed reason
Capable of great love
Loves everyone she sees
Queen of the world
Lives her life in every fraction of every moment
Bubbles with enough energy for ten

Then she crashes...

The colour drains from her world
She cannot get out of bed
She cries all the time
Feeling the weight of the world on her
Locked in a dark room with no key
Waiting for the light to shine again
Praying it will shine again

Meet Mable
She's bipolar
 
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LaRascasse nice work good depiction of bi-polar. I liked it any way as I know people with Bi-polar
 
Meet Mable

Flies high on her kite of dreams
Wants to change the world, believes she can
Excited, even hysteric for no fixed reason
Capable of great love
Loves everyone she sees
Queen of the world
Lives her life in every fraction of every moment
Bubbles with enough energy for ten

Then she crashes...

The colour drains from her world
She cannot get out of bed
She cries all the time
Feeling the weight of the world on her
Locked in a dark room with no key
Waiting for the light to shine again
Praying it will shine again

Meet Mabel
She's bipolar

poignant very well done
 
see? now this is good because it shows me (and leaves my imagination busy filling in the rest, the whys and wherefores) something about this woman as a character. my own felt to me almost a caricature by comparison :eek:

This is really good, too, and sounds Southern to me. Took me a few years, but I'm starting to hear it in some of your poems. :)

Thanks...yeah, I imagine some Southern would crop in eventually. I mean, both my parents are from central Pennsylvania, but I was raised around the country (Dad was in the Navy until my freshman year of college) in Georgia, Virginia, and California and went to college in North Carolina before coming back to Virginia (prolly for good, we'll see).
 
Meet mable
Prim and proper, dressed in hiding garments
so than none can see the runs of pain upon her flesh,
her "friends" cut her to the quick with their words
and so it only seems fair that her exterior mirrors
her interior, a battle ground of scar tissue
hidden behind a wistful smile and tear glazed eyes
 
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Meet Mable;
one of the lads, can down pints
with the best of them
will drink you under the table.
Rides Mummy's hunters
over the sticks, fearless
on horseback and in bed.
Many a buttock wears
the stripe of her whip,
ask the stable lads
who has been chastised
in the hayloft.
Mama despairs and Pa with a sigh
reaches for his credit card,
checks flights to Zurich.
 
Meet Mable
A girl with a thousand
in her purse and a hundred
in the bank

Young Mable
danced on and fucked
enough poles to tell Daddy
to take his trust fund
straight to hell.

But Mable
is no whore with a dancer's
body, a model's face
and a business manner
to die for.

Meet Mable,
an electrical engineer
and a lover
of women.
 
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Hard to know where to start commenting; you read one and say, hey, look at that, and have something to say about it, then the next seduces your sight. I love 'em all. :heart:
 
Meet Mable.
always skinny, you see
bulimia has had it's way with her.
like so many men have before
enjoying her charms that can be best described as: close to the bone.
hey, mr H *smiles, wondering how the feet are this evening...*

i know you'd lose the acrostic flavour if you dropped L2, but i personally don't think it adds to the piece and is only there for the 'a'.
wondering if it'd be stronger than it is if you cut 'have' from L4, and 'her'/'that can be' from L5.

what resonates for me in this one is your 'close to the bone' - its layered meanings/hard visuals. it makes me remember it. *nods*

Meet Mable

Flies high on her kite of dreams
Wants to change the world, believes she can
Excited, even hysteric for no fixed reason
Capable of great love
Loves everyone she sees
Queen of the world
Lives her life in every fraction of every moment
Bubbles with enough energy for ten

Then she crashes...

The colour drains from her world
She cannot get out of bed
She cries all the time
Feeling the weight of the world on her
Locked in a dark room with no key
Waiting for the light to shine again
Praying it will shine again

Meet Mable
She's bipolar
hello there! good to see another name participating in this inspirational thread. the dramatics serve up the bi-polar mentality fairly well, though watch out for those clichés - some work to underline the focus on the emotional bi-P see-saw, but too many will distract a reader. :rose:

Meet mable
Prim and proper, dressed in hiding garments
so than none can see the runs of pain upon her flesh,
her "friends" cut her to the quick with their words
and so it only seems fair that her exterior mirrors
her interior, a battle ground of scar tissue
hidden behind a wistful smile and tear glazed eyes
you know what cuts about this piece, tods? this phrase: the runs of pain upon her flesh. damn, wish i'd written that, honest to god. i don't recall ever reading that before, so it leapt off the page and into my head. nice one.

Meet Mable;
one of the lads, can down pints
with the best of them
will drink you under the table.
Rides Mummy's hunters
over the sticks, fearless
on horseback and in bed.
Many a buttock wears
the stripe of her whip,
ask the stable lads
who has been chastised
in the hayloft.
Mama despairs and Pa with a sigh
reaches for his credit card,
checks flights to Zurich.
*claps and smiles* the final three lines lift this higher than it would have been without them. and it was already good. :devil:

Meet Mable
A girl with a thousand
in her purse and a hundred
in the bank

Young Mable
danced on and fucked
enough poles to tell Daddy
to take his trust fund
straight to hell.

But Mable
is no whore with a dancer's
body, a model's face
and a business manner
to die for.

Meet Mable,
an electrical engineer
and a lover
of women.
the about-face of mabel

maybe it's mabel-ine? *taxi!*

Hard to know where to start commenting; you read one and say, hey, look at that, and have something to say about it, then the next seduces your sight. I love 'em all. :heart:
so many mabels. in't it great? :D
 
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