Best Prudes Poems
A two-legged canvass
in crimsons and blues
dragons ginormous
and suchlike tattoos
Diamonds and rare gems
that shimmer and shine
flowers on long stems
with sleek strokes and lines
Exciting ones hid
in crannies and nooks
all that's forbid;
condemned by the Book
Exposed on the outside
pleasing to prudes
on out-of-sight hide
erotica and nudes
DELYSIA HENDRICKS
N othing should obscure what nature did intend
U nfortunately on clothes most of us do depend
D ivine is how I feel when I'm in the buff
E nraged are the prudes that don't, that gets them in a huff.
For Andrea Dietrich's Four-Letter Words: An Acrostic Challenge
How the prudes punish
The romantic ravisher's reign
With words dipped in disdain
They feign
Righteous rights to write
A complaint
How...insane
Layered in literature, love
Lived and lives and lusts
For expression
Different terminology
Doesn't change its physicality
Read....Feed!
Need driven lines
By a priest....
TO HIS MISTRESS GOING TO BED*
explicit and yet
Holy sonnets flowed
From the same mind...
How they glowed
Lines so divine
Sublime
Sacred then sensual
Sensual then sacred
Same soul source
His choice
And mine....
LET THEM SHINE!!!
Don't criticize/satirize
The poet with hungry eyes
If you don't feel the flame
done you dare blame!
For shame
Those who've never known
Intercourse of words and soul
Be silent...
Pass on by
Don't propagate a lie
X-rated alibi
Don't deny
Sensuality's right to speak!
Eileen Manassian
*one of my favourite poets, John Donne wrote some of the most powerful spiritual sonnets and some of the most sensual rhymes. He's lauded as a great literary contemporary of Shakespeare. To His Mistress Going to Bed is an example of his sensual poetry. He was a priest. There's a time for everything.
I was inspired by Richard's latest poem to write this piece in defence of sensual poetry...
Sexiest Legs Ever In Her Short Mini-skirt
Sexiest legs ever in her short mini-skirt,
new teacher's sexy appeal made we young boys hurt.
Sixty-nine and seeing more was a young lad's dream
we were all on that dedicated lust-filled team.
Three fantastic female teachers, each broke the mold
we were still naive young boys at fifteen years old.
Our sexual desires were programmed in too deep
O' what dreams we had in our fitful sex-crazed sleep!
Looking back, our lives were eager learning curves then
we knowing much but not yet able bodied men.
Magical thoughts of passionate nights interludes
with those young sexy new teachers, none were old prudes.
Our childish little lusting thoughts, trash to be burned.
Big changing world too big, so much to be learned.
R.J. Lindley,
July 13th, 1979
12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12
Total # Syllables: 180
Total # Lines: 20 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
Total # Words: 129
Note-- In 1969, our school had three new teachers, fresh from college
hired to teach. Each one was not only drop dead gorgeous but each one
dressed sexy and wore short, short mini-skirts a couple days a week.
We freshmen, most 15 years old, a few at 16 -all were put into a frenzy
and often found it hard to walk to the chalkboard when called to do a math problem..
All you newbies, a warm welcome to the group
Sure hope you enjoy your stay on The Soup
There's a couple of weird dudes
On the whole, we're all prudes
Though sometimes we say words like pee and poop!
Michael me man, a warm welcome to the group
Sure hope you enjoy your stay here on The Soup
There's a couple of weird dudes
On the whole, we're all prudes
Though sometimes we say words like pee and poop!
© Jack Ellison 2015
(Michael Tor of course)
My heart burst into flaming love
Burning memories there forever
Your touch branded eternally on my spirit
I've breathed worthless air until you
Now I sit here missing you
Trapped within this mortal existence
This oxygen continuing my loneliness
Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved
"A poem to me is the essence of any thought,
Being built from its foundation into tower scraping sky.
It can fly like no other bird to places never seen,
Even spaceships can only dream of taking its place."
© 2014 Robert William Gruhn
My heart burst into flaming love
Burning memories there forever
Your touch branded eternally on my spirit
I've breathed worthless air until you
Now I sit here missing you
Trapped within this mortal existence
This oxygen continuing my loneliness
Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved
"A poem to me is the essence of any thought,
Being built from its foundation into tower scraping sky.
It can fly like no other bird to places never seen,
Even spaceships can only dream of taking its place."
© 2014 Robert William Gruhn
Copyright © 2015 Robert William Gruhn
Then, was a lot less adversity
Then, you just can't compare
Then, was common courtesy
Then, people they did so care
Then, there were less prudes
Then, people got on together
Then, a different set of attitudes
Then, we'd never say never
Then, was more fashionable
Then, seemed more classic
Then, was more memorable
Then, I think was just fantastic
Then, time's were more sleek
Then, was just way more cool
Then, I would say was unique
Then, though now is oldskool!
inspired me by my other writes a new age, world in my eyes
conversations with other people family friends ext
also other soup members and of course current issues
some could probably relate to also WRITTEN 0CT 2012
FIRST HALF TALKING ABOUT NOW AND HOW THINGS WER
THEN REEDITED ABIT CHANGED VERSE TWO COMPLELY
by Wayne Wysocki
I'm eating kale to slim my waist
Lord knows it's not because of taste
It took some while to appreciate
The leafy green I love to hate
The fibrous queen of super foods
Can satisfy nutrition prudes,
And comes in leafy shapes galore:
Curly, Tuscan, dinosaur
For variation I can gnaw
This crucifer sautéed or raw,
Just as is, or baked as chips,
A smoothie blend to please my lips
But having said all that, I'll add
Too much of anything is bad,
And I've been craving, as of late,
A change of greens to grace my plate
I now peruse the produce aisle
To find the foods that make me smile
It's time to choose my next big thing
Like watercress or collards green
I'll greet my new nutrition trend
And say goodbye to you, old friend
Kale, we've had a lovely run,
But now my time with you is done.
IT AIN’T ALL THAT
That’s all
As the rain responds to a rose’s call
That’s all
Since the only way I can get to her is to knock down another wall
And that’s all as far as I can see
That’s all and I’ve had enough if someone cares to ask me
That’s all I can suffer of platitudes from prudes
And the way a lover changes her meandering moods
That’s all so you can tell the parade to steadfastly fade away
That’s all, I’ve had too much of the way lover’s stray
That’s all I care to take the time to do
That’s all for me but I cannot speak for you
But hat’s all the clouds I ever wish to see
That’s all the crap and cruelty hurled upon me
That’s all I can take of liars who produce love so easily feigned
That’s all I can take of that which illicit people do and why I am pained
That’s all I’m going to take of living from the timberland to the south
That’s all I will suffer a stomach finding sustenance only from hand to mouth
That’s all I want to hear about Christ and His crucifixion
That’s all I care to hear about Nazareth and all the other fiction
That’s all I want of women who keep crystal secrets in a jewelry box
That’s all I’ve had of having to find and break through iron locks
That’s all I can take of people demanding that this man crawl
And that’s all
(C) 2011...... Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
because i'm that g*d damned talented, that's why!
Hot nubile maidens in the nude,
All extroverts with attitude.
Curvaceous figures well endowed,
Slink down the staircase heads unbowed.
Provocative, with open arms,
Displaying all their female charms.
While not for prudes this girlie stuff,
It's skinny dipping in the buff.
Cold water soothes their suntanned skin,
And cools their ardour deep within.
Their wild antics, may go unseen,
As night- times darkness shrouds the scene.
But they forget security,
Captures them, on c.c.t.v.
10 / 15 / 2019.
AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO FEELS OUTRAGED?
AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO IS FEELING CAGED?
AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO FEELS CONSTRAINED?
AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO FEELS RESTRAINED?
AM I THE ONLY ONE WITH SHACKLES ON MY FEET?
AND CUFFS SURRENDERING ME TO THUSLY BE BEAT?
AM I THE ONLY ONE WITH WORDS CAUGHT IN HIS THROAT?
AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO FEELS AS IF WE DESERVE A VOTE?
AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO FEELS LIKE RUNNING WILD?
AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO FEELS BELITTLED AS A CHILD?
AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO WOULD STAND UP AND SCREAM "NO?"
ONLY WERE I TO DO THAT THESE PRUDES WOULD SAY "END OF SHOW'
AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO FEELS FIFTEEN FEET FROM THE BRASS RING?
AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO USUALLY DOESN'T WORRY ABOUT A THING?
AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN BE RESILIENT AND TOUGH,
AND CALL THIS SOUP'S CASTRATING ME AND IT'S BLUFF?
PERHAPS ALL OF YOU BELIEVE POETRY WILL MAKE YOU RICH
BUT DO YOU REALIZE THAT ON EVEN TELEVISION YOU CAN HEAR THE WORD B***H
FREE CEE
While not for prudes this girly stuff,
It's skinny dipping in the buff.
11 / 17 / 2021.
Sponsor L. Milton Hankins.
Your funniest couplet ever Poetry Contest.
From my poem Skinny Dipping.
10 / 15 / 2019.
We Kept the Coat as a Reminder
She was gloriously nondescript
Her eyes glazed over with a crusty face
Pink eye? We asked each other
None of us knowing
We are not doctors
She had a headache
But no one knew
We could not have guessed
And we did not care
Recognizing this, she kept silent.
We let her into our Sunday School Class.
Her coat was smelly, mothy, old and ragged.
Two women ran to get their coats before hers met the rack.
I thought they were rude.
No. I knew they were rude.
They have been rude a long time.
Two prudes.
Two rude sister prudes.
The stranger stayed the whole time.
She did not look over at the two prudes.
Not one time.
She left being as nondescript as she came in.
We never saw her again; but she left her awful coat.
We keep it as a reminder to try to be nicer next time.
In case she was Jesus in disguise.