Best Deflowered Poems
Save your soul in a pickle jar
Wishes will get you only so far
Today is yesterday in review
Will tomorrow bring anything new?
Saints are sinners that God forgave
Dead bodies are farmed into the grave
You give and take and take and give
You live to die and die to live
Paradise was lost by a fleshy bite
Innocence was deflowered by knowing right
Adam's apple jiggles when he lies
Nothing is sweet as Eve's apple pie
By Debbie Guzzi & Robin Gass
He was kind, he was my friend, think again.
As to a fathers open arms, we ran.
A child’s trust flows like sand, shatters like glass.
Thus, exposing the naked lust of man.
As to a fathers open arms, we ran.
This child’s heart knew only of the good.
Thus exposing the naked lust of man.
Confused, her trust lay splintered where she stood.
This child's heart knew only of the good.
Yet naked her friend’s father eyes meet hers.
Confused, her trust lay splintered where she stood.
an innocent destroyed, for she felt cursed.
Yet naked her friend’s father’s eyes meet hers.
Friendship slain by a fathers twisted deed
an innocence destroyed, for she felt cursed.
As in her mind now grows, this vile scene.
A **** at five, so shamed, so deflowered
A child’s trust flows like sand, shatters like glass.
No love or lovers now her soul devoured.
He was kind, he was my friend, think again.
No more new year resolutions,
no more lie on government restitution,
no republic can survive its dilution
no more pandemic blues,
no more wild-eyed cons[iracy cues
no more revenue that's due,
just a prayer for every ordinary me and you;
give me liberty, opinion and my own discretion
a say in the congressional gridlocked sessions
and give me my freedom of choice,
keep your Beemer, Lincoln, Lexus and Rolls Royce,
help me vote, let me speak my voice;
let me give my fair share
how much do you care
about health, hunger, poverty and medicare,
brother do you have a dime to spare,
is anyone with common sense there?
Where are the children too long missing
who's corporate behinds are you now kissing
what's with all the anger and the hissing,
end these shootings, hate fires the looting dissings
help the homeless and the poor, stop the dismissing
are your senate raging rants just visual political pissing?
Schumer, Pelosi, Manchin, McConnel and McCarthy
what is the point of your political party,
you play your little games of cat and mouse
while nothing is done in Senate or in House?
Get to work, do your jobs
stop the lobby dance and cut the hobnobs,
too long perhaps you hold power
all governments are now, equally soured
while the general population is deflowered.
BOUGAINVILLEA CITY
The city that enjoyed the floral name
Is now a transformed spectre of its past
A semi-graced decline has changed its mien
Like comely lady reaching certain age
But still today the Bougainvillea blooms
'Bougainvillea City' blossoms would abound
In graceful streets of affluence and pride
Bank halls baroque attested wealth enjoyed
But last days of boom brought vanity and fall
Yet still today the Bougainvillea blooms
Venal rulers chose antiquity disdain
Deflowered many an elegant urban scene
Tasteless vulgar outcrops broke the symmetry
Yet there remains a fading lustre at its heart
And still today the Bougainvillea blooms
With graceful flaming blossoms that conceal
Sharp prickles that will pierce unwary skin
To match the scarlet petals that abound
On streets and gardens riverside and verge
Yes still today the Bougainvillea blooms
Sing me the song of the seventh moon
That orbits the planet of Tralaloon.
Where plants and animals might be the same,
The only way to tell is to ask them their name.
The animal’s names all start with a “C”
Like Curt or Carl or Cuallabee.
Which helps the inhabitants to keep everything straight
When the kids get together and they want to date.
Because plant names it seems all begin with an “S”
Or sometimes a “C” but that leads to a mess.
Because it would only ever be the soft “C” sound,
So names like Cyril or Cindy and Circle abound.
But when their names are written down on a list,
Sometimes that nuance of pronunciation gets missed.
And the havoc created in this situation,
Has lead in the past to deflowered vegetation.
The older ones tell them to remain separated,
While the youngsters think it’s more fun integrated.
Does any good happen when the two of them mix?
We must put an end to these unnatural tricks?
But to the wise old elders the youth will not stoop,
That’s why the young were gathered and put into soup.
And while the loss of the young could be viewed as regrettable
They did make a delicious blend of animal and vegetable.
So listen to your elders, they know what they’re doing,
Or take care to be sure that it’s not you they’ll be stewing.
By Debbie Guzzi & Robin Gass
He was kind, he was my friend, think again.
As to a fathers open arms, we ran.
A child’s trust flows like sand, shatters like glass.
Thus, exposing the naked lust of man.
As to a fathers open arms, we ran.
This child’s heart knew only of the good.
Thus exposing the naked lust of man.
Confused, her trust lay splintered where she stood.
This child's heart knew only of the good.
Yet naked her friend’s father eyes meet hers.
Confused, her trust lay splintered where she stood.
an innocent destroyed, for she felt cursed.
Yet naked her friend’s father’s eyes meet hers.
Friendship slain by a fathers twisted deed
an innocent destroyed, for she felt cursed.
As in her mind now grows, this vile scene.
A **** at five, so shamed, so deflowered
A child’s trust flows like sand, shatters like glass.
No love or lovers now her soul devoured..
He was kind, he was my friend, think again.
The Bishops bathe in Babylon
while Princes, prancing on the lawn,
watch Queen deflowered, pale and wan.
The King dares not defend her.
The Horsemen, holding broken reins
the Morning of the Hurricanes,
sigh “it’s no use, it’s all in vain,
the Saints will soon surrender”.
They wonder why they ever came,
they have No One whom they can blame,
they have no face, they have no name,
and even less, a gender.
The empty-handed Vagabonds
smoke stale cigars, stroke faded Blondes
while waiting at the walls beyond,
but kneel as Chaos enters.
They’re gazing through the window panes
in hopes that distant Hurricanes
will twist and break their iron chains
defying life’s tormentors.
The Fantom of the Opera frowns
as feeble minded Cleric-clowns
mouth hollow hurdy-gurdy sounds
when blessing doomed dissenters.
The Pirate wields a wooden leg,
with pupils dull and visage vague,
and if by chance he spreads the plague,
it really doesn’t matter.
His Princess, pale, no longer feigns,
foresees instead (down ancient lanes)
the coming of the Hurricanes -
the Stones stir, staring at her.
And Jackals scrape the river bed
as Savants soothe the underfed
and Crows, collecting scattered bread,
adorn, with crumbs, the platter.
The Jokers Wild and One Eyed Janes
weep, winding up in rundown trains
mid whispers of the Hurricanes,
and Priests refuse to christen.
They’re fleeing from the Leprechauns,
the cuckoo birds, the dying swans;
while pitching pennies into ponds
their eyes opaquely glisten.
The spectral Clocks with spindled spokes
remind the Mimes to tell the Folks
the time of day and other jokes,
yet No One looks to listen.
The Hunchbacks with contorted canes
galumph before the Hurricanes,
in melted sleet, in frozen rains,
in bruised and battered sandals.
Their Groans engulf the land of gulls,
the land of stones, the land of nulls,
and lurk between the blackened lulls,
for Nighttime brooks no candles.
Their prayers to Dogs and Nuns and Dukes,
(and other long forgotten Spooks)
are more than random crazed rebukes,
though taunting to the Vandals.
Continued in Part 2
Mama you missed a part….
You never told me;
You groomed me mama.
You taught me to walk and talk like a lady:
And that I did.
But Mama you forgot,
Mama you skipped a part.
Mama, through your eyes;
I saw myself accomplished
A willed woman ready and mastered to conquer the world:
You groomed me to love the ones in my life
And I will receive the best in turn.
And that I did
But mama your words were of short.
Mama you skipped a part.
Mama, you told me…..
You told me to be of a strong heart.
To get up where men had stomped me down;
And Mama I did
I got up and fought when I was weak.
But Mama my strength is now void.
Mama you skipped a part.
Mama, you told me to guard my principles’…
I did, but Mama why can a man be so cruel.
Mama I guarded myself;
But with one flick of a page;
I was robbed.
I was robbed by a man whose woes perceived my doom.
Mama you forgot ;
Mama, you skipped a part.
Mama, you told me to love myself.
I did, but how do I do so now.
When my feathers have been plucked right up to the stem;
Mama I can never fly again with a broken wing.
Mama I can never have a stride like that of a queen.
Mama, you forgot.
Mama you skipped a part.
Mama, I am a broken angel.
Mama, I am now incomplete.
Mama, I am now walking with a crooked heel.
Mama, I cannot conquer the world anymore.
Mama, you skipped a part.
Mama, how do I unveil myself from the shame of being devoured?
Devoured by a man I know not.
But a man whose barbarism I will remember for the rest of my days.
Mama, you forgot to tell me there would be such
Mama, it slipped your mind to inform me how to deal with it.
Mam, you did not,
You did not teach me to get up form such demeanoring savageness.
Mama being raped, Mama deflowered.
Mama where did I go wrong...???
Mama you forgot.
Mama, you skipped a part...........
Across a flowered field, I gaze.
A daisy weeps through morning haze.
One lone petal departs her side -
a "love-me-not" is softly sighed.
Gazing away from love denied -
one more leaflet from thee is pried.
Another dream towards fate's romance;
a petal plucked lends second chance.
The daisy's hearth has met defeat.
Her children sob beneath her feet.
Deflowered by a lover's act -
one last petal remains in tact.
"Love-me-not or love me so true?"
I leave that answer up to you.
R ita was deflowered
A gainst her will. Ravished. Her
P light, a torture, that
E nsued a trauma
I t is a degrading abomination to
S exual assault a women
A manifestation of madness. For
N o rational man shall intend this atrocity
I t is despicable and selfish to rape
N o to rape! It's our plea
D iscontinue sexual assault
I t is a foe of a happy womanhood
G uardians, and parents, do
N ot assault your wards and off springs
I t is an indignity to woman hood
T reat women with worthiness
Y earningly, we reiterate
T ime records myriad cases
O f sexual assault
W hen shall it go extinct?
O r die for eternity?
M any a women
A re with a trauma
N ote,
H ousing headaches and fear
O h, Alas!
O h! The pain, how
D espicable rape is!
There was an old virgin named Gidgett.
Always thinking of sex made her fidget.
Tho never deflowered;
no need of cold showers.
Satisfaction came via her digits!!
I finally get the bawdy thing!.. :-)
A pickled earth soured
As the soil is deflowered
Tons of weeds uproot
This is PG-13! While googling, I accidentally bumped into something I wrote seven years ago. Only vaguely remember it. No one on the site where I posted it commented. Expect nothing less here. :)
School-Daze Dreaming
From the patio I watched her
Silhouette behind the shade
The allurement of Diana
Quivered in eleventh grade
Through a warm wind I still shivered
From those curves of treachery
While she reveled in my weakness
At her sin's abilities
That she'd beckon one so lonely
Drifting as a single cloud
Her wicked school girl chastity
Like a paragon to proud
As her image was uncovered
When the shades were opened wide
Through my rigidness I pondered
Should libido be my guide
For my own demented ego
Born of promises so pure
Could not wallow any longer
In a place this insecure
So, I harnessed my stiletto
Unrequited for too long
Turned my back on absolution
Let the sheath fulfill the prong
As emotions overwhelmed me
And my hands unleashed her breasts
Squeezing demons from her bosom
Til myself became possessed
And her muzzled screams of horror
Through her separated knees
Where the warm, red blood was oozing
From her now deflowered tease
The tintinnabulation
Signals class is at its end
I awaken from my stupor
With contempt I say, "Dismissed"
Quickly, students flee the doorway
Save one girl of seventeen
And I stare in vexed amazement
At the object of my dream
From her desk, thighs barely parted
First a smile and then a wink
And her steam contorts my vision
To a pedestal of pink
.....
A reluctant sun expresses its last light
As the golden moon becomes a thief once more
Landing on her mound of Venus late that night
Carries us on tides to Aphrodite's shore
The first time is like ballroom dancing with two left feet.
Naked twister, his right hand on my bra strap,
his lips surpasses my pulsating heart and lands
on my sweetened fruits, his left hand on my trembling thigh.
Hip on hip. Knocked knees. Awkward.
Shouldn’t Maxwell or Marvin Gaye be serenading in the background?
And why is the 5 o’clock news on?
I knew little and what I knew
I did not believe-
They had lied to me so many times,
So I just took it as it came,
Surrendering. Walls crashing stubbornly like Berlin-
when did it become November 1989?
My absentee father tried to explain-
Bees flee.
Birds are stuck with hatchlings with feathers like their fathers.
My mother said to
choose your first time wisely, like
picking your first dandelion and making a wish-
imagining and misperceiving coincidence,
the little floaty puffs are parachutes for the seeds that don’t come back.
Deflowered.
Thorns of liberty,
Street of massive enmity.
Pinnacle of unseen threat,
Nausal,chronic and offensive pets.
Path to menace
Solace!
Cat feed on cat; happy hour.
Wealth varies to poverty tower.
Deflowered road,heightened corruption,depression,
Economic degradation,death,sheol,recession.
Inhuman,omission,partisan jingoism,
Imperialism,racism,colonialism and all 'ism',
Insanity,antisemitism,lethargy,
Symphonic,alienation,kinky absurdity,
Neo colonialism,post colonialism,Africanism,
Beggy beggy-lism,olosho-lism,maxism,
Indiscipline,indecision,invasion in our axis;
Gives us solace!; Oh our solace!
C.2017