Best Maidens Poems
Green maidens from the church of March
Ride gentle over northern gusts
Upon a misty rainbow arch
Their mossy robes of clouds adjust
In frost tipped moonbeam's yellow glow
To pollinate with pixie dust
Where thawing rivers stir and flow
As lilac icicles are made
And shamrocks grow through thinning snow
Where icy glories drifting, fade
The sculptured swords of silver kings
Melting in shades of pine and jade
Where branches bend in turquoise rings
Caught in between winter and spring.
3/6/21
Eerie silence
Cemetery sound
Rolling mist
Over sacred ground
Moonlit night
Shadowing tree's
Temperature lowering
Chill like breeze
On the top of a mound
Through the mist they came
A trio in white
Of bloodless veins
Lifeless eyes
Staring ahead
This trio of white
The walking dead
Summoned by
Their darkened black
Too far they came
They can't go back
In deathly pleasure
Before the dawn
With their darkened master
The dead reborn
The night fades
Into morning new
The dark now bright
The living in view
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Maiden's Lament
Rewinding the memories of angst lost, broken
Our souls make solemn demands against our hearts
Thoughts uneasy, shattered, remembering time's lies
Deliver us, reluctant, unto today's reckoning revealed
Believing yet another, today's promise is unspoken
Love and solace abound in time of yesterday's pain
Maiden enthralled within, peace is found upon the mist
Innocence remains for the chosen, pain forbidden now
Living through the windows of tomorrow, pathways ascending
Dreams realized within her heart, a oneness is embraced
Joys released without hesitation, spirits renewed forever
Beauty and enchantment unrehearsed, life's danger's forgotten
© 1997 David J. Mitchell
Many, many moons ago
when the world was young
people were nomads
carefully moving from place to place
this was the age of dinosaurs
a need for caution
mighty eruptions occurred daily
causing large cracks
that swallowed up camps and people
A time when your only thought was
could you make it through another day?
vegetation that was huge
giant Venus fly traps
that could eat you whole
lush bushes that could hide
a dinosaur behind the leaves
Now after one of the quakes
a comely maiden called Saigon
came to be the only one left alive
seventeen years old and scared
she gathered up some belongings
and set off to the west
she knew there were others that way
For days she walked avoiding danger
at last she could see signs of life
met by men with spears
she told them what had happened
they took her to the head tribesman
he welcomed her knowing of her fame
Saigon was a medicine woman
young though she was, her repute was know
My youngest grandson is very ill
please see if you can help him
Saigon examined the boy
I need moon flowers she said
they lay 60 miles away
they only grew in the blue mountains
The head tribesman sent two fleet warriors
while Saigon mixed the other ingredients
wort, some mushrooms and several herbs
brewed slowly for a day or so
at last the warriors returned
Saigon added the moon flowers
She took the mixture to the lad
cupped his head as he drank
he will sleep now she said
it all happened as she said
at last the fever was broken
a handsome man approached her
thanking her for saving his nephew
Quite taken by Matias she was shy
and hung her head as they spoke
Matias was also very taken by her
a love began to flourish and grow
until they approached the elders
for permission to wed
everyone had taken to Saigon
and wanted to keep her in the tribe
so it was readily given
At the next new moon
they exchanged their vows
and jumped over the broom
to signify they were wed
a feast lasting days followed
as for Saigon she was so glad
to be with the tribe, now she was safe
and had fallen in love as well
happy and content she prospered
living against all odds into her seventies
she passed away content in her bed.
A guttural yell, his glare on me:
“Next you I shall fell, the heathen ye!”
Abroad-sword up-held, he made his charge:
From gored-haze unmeld, o’er corpses barged.
Lurid darkness seeped, into our minds:
In frenzy we leaped, our blades malign.
Iron imploded, and blood galore:
Forsooth Odin sang, of savage chore.
Post berserk fray by, mutual expiry:
Awesome in the sky, lo! Valkyries!
They galloped and soared, spying the dead:
The brave they hallowed, so to us said:
“You two brutes have fought, zealous causes:
‘fore Ragnarok brought, join our forces!”
Knowing that it was Beautiful Virgins which She Loved; these Delicious Maidens ~
No greater Desire their Taste; burning as flames Stirring in the den of Her Heart *
Into Her Chambers was I led; Voluptuous Ladies of Her Beauties longings...
Bare amid the Mansions walls the attire of such Loveliness; their Choosing ~
Enchanted by Her presence and Spellbound within, Her Sensuous Oceans Eyes *
Rejoicing in Wild Abandonment of Luscious set forth by the Rivers of Her Voice...
Withdrawing to leave myself Alone, upon Her Majestic Queens delightful Request ~
Playfully Giggling, while as exiting as if something Wonderful, was Soon to Become *
Offering Myself a beverage as Her Smile Glowed these chains; My Rushing Heart...
Enthralled, as Her Beauty spoke amid still Whispered tones, but only, Deep Inside ~
"Love can be a Haunting sometimes," She said, "Soaring through Veins of Beauty" *
"Burning Divinely its mark this Rapture; should one We Taste, such its Perfect Lips"...
Royalties Beauty then Caressed My Soft Breast; Her Warm Breath on My Yearning Neck ~
And I Adorned in Desires Perfumed Negligee; A Virgin of Want; Wishing to be Set Free *
Becoming A Princess of The Night yet more unto Me to be, A Maiden, of Her Beauties Love...
Eternals Rapture Kissed My Veins, as Her Silkened Lips claimed, My Dreams; Sweetened Reprise ~
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,,,“Queen Vampira!!”,,,
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MADAME MATISSE 1
green with envy
a master's wife-
portrait-not still life
MARGUERITE 2
oh marguerite
oh so sweet
in pretty dress,so neat
HAIR 3
la chevelure-
locks in shocks
matisse,ma cher
LORETTE 4
lorette,ma petite
so sad,so sweet
THE SISTER 5
one of three,enfamille
her gaze,engages,we
AN ODALISQUE 6
curve and shape,for sure
sans evrything,mais
concubine et paramour
STUDENT GIRL 7
greta moll-
still life,doll
ITALIAN GIRL 8
laurette,ma petite
model italiano,svelte
UPSTAIRS MAID 9
ever-present
never hurried or delayed
within dining-table laid
CHAPEAU GIRL 10
chapeau fleuri
feminine
charmante,mais oui
DAY-DREAMER 11
lost in thought
day-dreams hold sway
thoughts drift miles away
ANTOINETTE 12
portrait of still life
so calm,...and yet..
See my cartoons @matissemaidens.blogspot.com
Women are supposedly very good at multitasking
Men are not, which allegedly is our biggest crime
But if women are truly capable of multitasking
Why can’t they have a headache and sex at the same time?
a poem
pestering a mind to post
& this inside is like hills
on volcanic reactions
or the tremulous voices
of nine masquerades
from the nine villages
of one clan -
tumultuous
quivering
fearfully appeasing
headed for a fiery fire
kindled by unseen
ancestors
hidden by these roots
the roots of my blood
the blood of my flesh
the flesh of my clan
anchored by niger
& her cyclic maidens
Maidens and Castles….. 5/23/11
What seems like a lifetime ago has suddenly become a not so distant memory, time has a certain shortness to it these days.
Once forever was a concept to far ahead to grasp let alone understand, now life has defined itself into days a constant ticking losing precious minutes.
Beginnings the past a sense of what was to be promises of untold youth energy abundant, smiling the sky sang our praises.
Naïve and without boundaries our journey commenced travels far and wide were many lost days, seeking answers not knowing the questions.
Maidens and castles, dreams rich in slumber’s deep sleep once resided in loving hearts and trusting souls, broken in despair without love harmony’s exit.
Pain has become the song for the day gaining strength through eyes sad and weary, callous hands wipe away tears shed for the sweetness lost yet stolen.
With envy and disdain the sword of time cuts down the man now old in tooth and gray in beard, he remembers love sans wrinkles faded youth depicting dreams unrealized.
Tired legs must traverse on this path as the sun is giving way to the moonless night, raven is flying with intentions dark.
Love and passion, hopes and beauty once enjoyed the pleasant scene, a mesmerizing scent captivating all who breathed it in.
Gone like the scattered leaves of a late fall afternoon, memories of an innocent age blow within minds worn from life’s travel.
© 2011 David Jerry Mitchell
The sun is rising in the Eastern sky,
its rays cutting the early morning mist.
To shine on the inky black waters cried,
by fallen maidens to an unjust fist
Why have they been beaten so hard they break.
Causing such pain and sorrow as to cry,
for an eternity to spawn a lake.
Not seen by night or serf as they pass by.
Its not their fault time has taken their looks
they become knurly and twisted with age.
To wander the forest to hide their shame.
Until time takes their life and their rage.
But their masters, the Ogres, life is long
Beauty is their lust and young their desire.
off to niger’s brimful banks
where the weaver-birds
had their lofty nests
there the trees are ever-green
there old hatching eggs burst-ready
with new wings for the first flights
& the water-torrents point
to her hidden chambers
while the early frost cool the azure
there we dwell & hope to dwell
till niger’s maidens return
like eaglets of the jungle
Some elderly, glamorous, Hollywood maidens
Gathered at the meeting in "mourning clothes."
O, poor creatures with sudden recollections,
About losing their maiden honour. Supposed.
Soap of my heart somewhere far but near my heart,
Oh! Grand daughter and daughter of some African
Kings,
A soap is used to remove dirty on the body but many
People spoke that you are capable to wash inside
My body.
Oh! my princess, you are the soap to clean my heart
Friend of mine in the long life journey.
Heart in my heart , You are so beautiful and kind in my
Eyes , the only dream woman of my entire life.
All maidens are happy for my first position into
Your heart.
Really ! Poet Alfonso Mussabwa is doing poetry
On you.
Tell the World about the beauty of this romantic poem
Oh! My future Queen.
My eyes are all over you ,
So come to me darling.
March 29/2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe Mussabwa Chris
When snows beset slippers upon the feet,
and draw tears of pain upon reddened cheek.
Thoughts of former boots instill chilled notions,
that will call for future healing potions.
Someone asks of you, "what were you thinking?"
you answer with shivers between blinking.
"I must track this wet to the farmers' fare,
for my beloved a fine meal to share."
"She is demanding but I am in love,
and willing to be to her hand a glove."
The clouds will let loose one more shed of snow,
his nose to run and not feeling a toe.
Now reaching the place of his desire,
his sleeping goddess and a warm fire.
With a full stomach and a look so sweet,
she tenderly held and tickled his feet.
date: 9/30/22