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...

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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
...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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?...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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Some elderly, glamorous, Hollywood maidens
Gathered at the meeting in "mourning clothes."
O, poor creatures with sudden recollections,
About losing their maiden honour. Supposed....

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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...

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