Best Chaste Poems
Chaste eyes trace my limbs, in the deep of woods
swerving like a breeze moist on fields of grass,
His Latin fire, on edge of twilight moods.
Shape of curves fondled like tender morass,
the call of moaning sprawls into full grind
swerving like a breeze moist on fields of grass
Although he’s roamed my shore , gentle and kind
I still pulsate where musk scent trails. Outside,
the call of moaning sprawls into full grind
My fiery sighs reflect a wilder croon
holding breaths captive in a mesh; a glide
of movement’s tempo sing to rising moon
And kindling now our chaste eyes, they abide
love’s virtue wafts from wings of night;
to hold breaths captive in sweet flow, a glide!
Inhabiting one space where gazes meet
Chaste eyes trace my limbs, in deep of woods...
Love’s virtue blazes skin from curl of sheets
His Latin fire, on edge of twilight moods.
The simple times remembered are worthwhile.
Those memories are treasured gifts to keep.
We were innocent and lived without guile.
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Inspiration from Nobel Prize poet,
Pablo Neruda from Chile. Excerpts from
his poem 'Ode to Naked Beauty' follows:
Ode To A Naked Beauty
With chaste heart, and pure
eyes
I celebrate you, my beauty,
restraining my blood
so that the line
surges and follows
your contour,
and you bed yourself in my verse,
as in woodland, or wave-spume:
earth's perfume,
sea's music.
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Terzanelle Time for Joseph May
Old poem Re-submitted 11/8/2017
CHASED or CHASTE?
There was once a young lady of taste
With desire to stay pure and quite chaste
She ran slow then fast
The result at last
She was chased, didn’t win, only placed
2 September 2019
Hear my fervent promise
made wholeheartedly as Aphrodite's passion,
Adonis.
my love is pure
wholly fulfilled without ration
assure
allow
love's chaste fashion
vow
Hear my fervent promise
wholly fulfilled without ration
vow
Chaste
There has never been no one
As chaste as you have been yet
You are always chased!
Premiere Haiku Contest
Sponsored by Chris D. Aechtner
June 16, 2017
There has ne'er been no one
as chaste as you been yet
You are always chased!
Chaste and Chased – dedicated to Eileen Ghali
Coy sideways glances at the man of your dreams
Holding hands in secret so nobody sees
Amazed more girls don’t act the way you do
Sex before marriage – no you want to remain pure
Total commitment to one man in your life
Even when you’re dating you remain so demure
Always ready to see some bedroom action
Never turning sex down its like some fatal attraction
Devotedly he now pursues
Chase begins with eager anticipation
His heart pounding and heavy respiration
Ardour inflamed by her beauty
She’s sublime and sexy, such a cutie
Eureka is his final thought
Dames sure are naughty when they’re caught
Written by JaDazzle (Jan Allison & Darren Watson)
14th April 2014
Coy sideways glances at the man of your dreams
Holding hands in secret so nobody sees
Amazed more girls don’t act the way you do
Sex before marriage – no you want to remain pure
Total commitment to one man in your life
Even when you’re dating you remain so demure
Always ready to see some bedroom action
Never turning sex down its like some fatal attraction
Devotedly he now pursues
Chase begins with eager anticipation
His heart pounding and heavy respiration
Ardour inflamed by her beauty
She’s sublime and sexy, such a cutie
Eureka is his final thought
Dames sure are naughty when they’re caught
Written by JaDazzle - Jan Allison & Darren Watson
14th April 2014
Even foxes have holes and birds their nest Jesus the Son of man had no place to rest Truth's King telling of the cunning craftiness of men old fox Harod a faux king guarding the home of the hen In songs of old and new of two lovers sharing a grape until day break and darkness flees like a roe chased or of Sampson and Delilah the three hundred running firebrands a strong lover setting a field on fire at last only true love stands Unlike the trickster of old or legends as numerous sands of time in cultures gave sport to the music stories the riddle and rhyme The fox has played the allusions of kings preachers wizards and wives Be wise as the fox harmless as doves ask help from above when sifting lies Ask for truth myths will fall to the ground as unscented paths for the hounds only hiding in His truth surrounded by His love can the chaste fox be found Yet in this world myths abound changing shape like a Kit soon with nine lies and nine tails grasping at will-o'-the-wisp's lume Tally-ho little kits while skulking on the leash of this earth Do not believe the lies of the enemy chasing foxfire or being poor eat the sweet peas
There is a pole dancer named Honey
never danced in the nude for money
her modesty renown
all around the small town
the kids all call her Easter Bunny
If desire crests from craven heart
On my duplicitous eyes won't chart
With clever guise will deliver Cupid's dart
From ducts, drain silt that lust does cart
Only sentient strain from dilated pupils impart
Through mind's eye, residual glare will kick start
If grifting ears strain only lurid rhythms to hear
To sift only the tawdry jingles that decorum jeer
With modular shift will Jove's hypnotic cadence sear
Melodic parlance with romantic vibes will ring clear
With only rational discourse your sterile drums cheer
If drooling lips seek with Venus's frothy dew endear
And impulsive lips cannot from sumptuous strips veer
A chapping balm on the puckering seams I'll smear
With arresting bitters saliva from taste buds shear
Onto comely face a dry, innocuous kiss will steer
I will spread my legs apart
For you my body to have
I will let my hymen depart
Yet only on our wedding
night
I will warm my head
On your bare hairy chest
To cuddle my self
Yet only when I'm your
wife
Oh no, I can’t do it here!
And my feathers are a mess!
Can’t a clucker have a little privacy?
I don’t know about the rest of you
but I can’t just pop out egg after egg
like I’m a plastic PEZ dispenser!
And certainly not in front of that pushy
crower, Chanticleer.
Cock-a-doodle-doo, Cock-a-doodle-SHOO!
There’s not even enough straw in here
to fashion a two-bit bedroom.
And the walls are crate paper thin!
You’d think this was a hen party!
I haven’t heard this much cackling
since the Chippendales came through!
No, changes WILL be made if they ever
want to taste my omelet!
A poem writes my name.
I am trembling
on paper like salt.
Flowing like moon
on the black wound.
The lamb and the skull.
I know the saint
invented by masses.
You need a fresh awakening.
A vastness from nothing to nothing.
Later the pebbles will dance
on the bay of death.
Sometimes the scales were jinxed,
sometimes the weight was light.
I was sitting under a chaste tree.
SATISH VERMA
Velvet paper tinctured pink,
A red rose at its crest;
The whittled feather, bathed in ink,
Set to bare its best.
A lambent candle close at hand
With dancing, flitting flare;
Where evening translates its command
And nothing stirs the air.
Words are authored, truly writ,
Where, from the soul they flow;
As on the page they snugly sit,
Affection to bestow.
Filling out each careful line,
Each one a work of art,
Hand and mind, with pen, entwine
Concerted to the heart.
And when the tender prose she'll read
And tastes the chaste romance.
She feels a shivered chill, indeed,
Deep in her breast ~ per chance?
And as the fondest words engage,
Seen through her moistened eyes:
A teardrop falls to blot the page
And stays and never dries.
Tiny little Pardolate,
meets giant golden-crowned flying fox.
He asks- "Will you fly me to heaven?"
She shows no-acquiesce....
She spreads her wings towards the chaste.....
and he runs away