Best Maidenhood Poems

Act 2, Scene 4.
The Salisbury plain. Within a henge, a watchfire burns. The Seer approaches The Seeker.

Take heed, my friend, our part in cosmic cheat
Plays on; below the stage the truth lies quite.
Hold off the blazing sun's firstfound deceit,
Trust only in the filtered lunar light.

Maids...

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Muscles locked in agony
Every ligament burning 
Pain flooding nerve endings
Labor
Heavy panting of breath
Heart pumping trying to keep up

Behind the canopy of human perception 
Life and Death dance
  
On her knees pushing
Two women holding her
A third with hands out

Down, down . . . blood, sweat
Water...

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Yes, I read my Dragon, the story of good old… ‘Robin Hood’.
You know, the first super hero, who was really… super good.
Now, with Dragon, things don’t always end up, exactly… as they should!
His eyes lit up fiercely, as he ran thru the door… toward great...

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Sappho fragment #155
translation by Michael R. Burch 

A short revealing frock?
It's just my luck
your lips were made to mock!

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Sappho fragment #156
translation by Michael R. Burch 

She keeps her scents
in a dressing-case.
And her sense?
In some undiscoverable place.

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Sappho #47
translation by Michael R. Burch 

Eros harrows my heart:
wild...

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Part One

Now as I account for myself
I know the fight is over
   You made me feel if I was worth saving
I was worth having
And I knew as the man flattered to grow
    He also learned the crafts of
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Who will cry for the little boy,

Whose wails are heard resounding inside the man.

The man whose ever unhealing wounds are clothed in pride,

These mortal scars he wears beneath his flesh

To him are medals of honour

testimonies to his character

Though his visage is a prominent countenance of...

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Unwana, Unwana, I have chosen you amongst the daughters of men,
amongst the maidens of my felon tribe, 
to bear the torch of our waning kindred…

Unwana, I have chosen you, favoured one, out of the delights of the heart
to take the minstrel seat and chant soft...

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Slush of remaining snow
Mocks the glee of the day it fell
Like an old prostitute her first dream
Of maidenhood
The view doesn't move 
Fixed with rusty nails 
Of stars
And you say to yourself how nice it must have been 
For the ancients 
Thinking that the universe revolves...

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"The Lassie Who Can Blush"
By Rachel Heffington

I would give many a dollar,
I would give a golden thrush,
If you showed me really, truly,
A young lass who still can blush.

There are many "happy" women
Who have laid their values bare,
Who parade in shameful clothing 
That low men might...

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Many-colored and candle-lights; high beyond the soft trees a fresh country leans heavily toward the night, far beyond the sea’s shady shore.

Beams, o’er wide fields like a white star, \till from the earth’s crown drops the thunders. With breaths that stay the night, with sounds...

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I'd met you, like a lad meeting his neighbor little lass,
Charmed to you at very first sight, I stood like a dumb ass; 
As tabooed lover admiring his darling, I stood far,
Thirst of bathing in your love, yet, blazed in me like tar jar...

I looked...

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Mrs. Pickel – Mrs. Plum

Bright sunbeams remember puddles
On the path
Where bumblebees and ladybugs
Floated with lazy summer breezes,
In a cleft between steep hills of beacons
Looking west,
Across the tidal strands
Of Gooey ducks and butter clams
Hidden deep within the sand -
Clumps of purple mussels
Grabbing onto rough mica rocks...

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Valentine has come
in the smooth dispersal fragrance of the newest blooming flowers
in the thrilled embroidered wings of airborne butterflies
in the sweet songs of spring birds, in the voices of cuckoo 

Valentine has come
in the luminous canvas of the blue sky where beloved wears vernal dresses
in...

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I have asked before, though you may not know,
About how to deal with the difficulties you strain me with.

My own adventure for my true soul has begun,
And so I must make all a witness,
Or the proof will be my execution, and I will not 
let...

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