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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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,...

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"By definition, a ghost is unable to bonk anybody --
save the believer in ghosts."
-- a Rational exorcist of all no things "supernatural" 
  
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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...

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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...

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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...

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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,...

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