Best Unsoiled Poems
A surly old maid
had an urge to be laid
and bemoaned her virginal status
with life discontented
her plight she lamented:
"'tis not easy to live without coitus."
A scheme she invented
got polished and scented
tweaked her pointers to swing more voluptuous
with a rose-scented blanket
and aphrodisiac banquet
whisked her beau to the beach to be fructuous
Clad in scant mini
whence peeked her bikini
bent on bidding her cherry adieu
purred words mildly profane
wined him champagne
dined him fare with venereal value
To hone his libido
entrèed on baked avo
oysters, scallops and honey-glazed almond
lips enticingly luscious
sucked asparagus
sneaked a look if what matters had hardened
As was he, she became cocky:
ogled what was now stocky
with no inhibition she fussed and she flirted
our virgin opened her mouth
with one hand down south
loosened a knot and lay there unskirted
Decidedly heady
her lover was ready
to pick her rosebud unsoiled hitherto
her lush lips he fingered
where he lovingly lingered
to prepare for their kissing debut
With a bolt sat upright
said, his voice somewhat tight:
"Your mouth is a pit of infection.
I swear I was keen
but your mouth lacks hygiene
foul breath made me lose my ********."
Categories:
unsoiled, funny
Form:
Rhyme
"Poets are Us"
The blood dripped
off each piranha's
sharpened fang
acquiescing
compliant
with tragic complacency
keep it neat and clean
within the margins
no detours
stick like Teflon
to the poetic rules
virtuous and unsoiled
aa bb cc dd
pristine are us
sanctimonious sugared pus
we live for
accolades are us
Dorothy reads
Poets are us.
Smiles wryly,
laughs
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
"Happiness"/ Goldfrapp
https://youtu.be/mnHlGONToIc
"The downward slippery slope...."
(Anonymous)
"Un Coeur Simple", Gustave Flaubert, 1877
https://interlinearbooks.com/blog/our-sixth-interlinear-translation-un-coeur-simple-by-gustave-flaubert/
https://www.encyclopedia.com/arts/encyclopedias-almanacs-transcripts-and-maps/simple-heart-un-coeur-simple-gustave-flaubert-1877
e-book
https://www.gutenberg.org/files/1253/1253-h/1253-h.htm
"Flaubert's Parrot", Julian Barnes
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flaubert%27s_Parrot
https://www.supersummary.com/flauberts-parrot/summary
e-book
https://pdf.allbookshub.com/general/flaubert-parrot.pdf
Categories:
unsoiled, dark, humor, poets,
Form:
Free verse
So pristine each drop wrapped tenderly
by clouds as air into water processed.
Why a diamond shaped of natures play
or of gravity earth awaits, greedily
life yearned for its fall from grace.
Longing for its purity Man restless,
salivating for the angelic virgin to descend.
Unspoiled, unsoiled, sweetness itself only
God can create, a gift free not for man alone
but every living thing with desires to quench.
Alas! the greed in you and I, it was a gift...free.
Reached we have, into the space of angels,
we bastardised the very food of our souls
for can our thirst be quenched by oil or gold?
Answer ye to God when our time is done.
A virgin so pure God sent for our pains to endure.
Slashed, burnt smoke of 'acid' we returned.
Legacy left we are sure, but the poser imminent
when facing our Procurer; were we party to the
deflowering, the raping of that virgin drop of rain?
T M Ioane (April, 2014)
Categories:
unsoiled, abuse,
Form:
Free verse
"Petrichor "
Two minds
have made an entrance
magnetic bodies electric
minions babble
it’s just wasted white noise
sandpaper against back stories hit
The Wall of Wasted Time
He’s read most between the lines
He’s all hard hot and cool
unruffled piercing eagle eyes
forever on the hunt for willing prey
She’s incognito in disguise
seeking a challenge amongst
the spoilt and unsoiled
green-eyed fray
the two watch
in studied silence
like heat seeking missiles
they will find each other
poles apart
opposites
light and dark
fascinated
they are each other’s mark
the ozone is now charged
the crowd dissolves
invisible all their faces
unread their lips
unheard their madding mob words
whispered all graceless
passionless empty pages
time departs
the fuse is lit
Two minds’ eyes connect
both burning id reflect
the moment before they met
neurons travelling at lightning speed
through pulse to fingertips
reach out towards
each other’s mortal form
to touch the cerebral net
then later
find fingers reading skin
like braille and thirst
to drink from reigning lips
the moment before the
welcome storm hits hips
to taste the salt in
the cumulonimbus bursting
blue feral hollows
of their naked terraform
the Two minds
like absent gods
high and lost
in each other’s ocean
bent and tossed
live their story
tattooed at the place
where bodies leave clean sheets
and souls connect
electric bodies ignite
La Petite Mort
wave after wave
their drowning moans
ecstatically deplore
their final becalmed
silence approaching
the sweet mercy of
Petrichor
(LadyLabyrinth/2018)
https://youtu.be/5hFCZ1tzWR0
"Body Electric"/Del Ray
"I sing the body electric,
The armies of those I love engirth me and I engirth them,
They will not let me off till I go with them, respond to them,
And discorrupt them, and charge them full with the charge of the soul"
I Sing the Body Electric, Walt Whitman
(American Poet, May 31,1819 – March 26, 1892)
"The love of the body of man or woman balks account, the body itself balks account,
That of the male is perfect, and that of the female is perfect."
I Sing the Body Electric, Walt Whitman
Categories:
unsoiled, desire, for her, for
Form:
Romanticism
time cloaked fierce wrath
I gave up the past or the wind
wipe the chill off my flesh
bury the sun in brine
watch the warped beams
an intricate mosaic
bathing inside
the dripping rays
In utter
crystal testimony
pectoriloquy
squiggles sloppy stencils
shattered insights
defiant & resistant
shoreless traveler mood
of
braided stories drifting
left unmarked
unsoiled
knead to the ground
lap up the virgin earth
with
my thirsty soul
tangible
&sprawled
untouched
by the
contaminated
fingers
of
perception.
my
broken
reflection
on
endless pages of poetry
perfectly aligned
melting
into
unrefined masterpiece
1st place contest winner
You Say Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Categories:
unsoiled, analogy, appreciation, character, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
In the splendorous sapphire space of my pristine heart,
shimmering in the sanctified radiance of the indigo night,
you gleamed like seraphic sequins of argentine moondust,
making me feel fascinated as I sensed your cerulean sheen.
My heart morphed into a mesmeric turquoise lake,
where the rose petals flying from my garden floated
with the reflection of the facsimile of your floral face.
My soaring spirit engraved the beauty of heavenly intuition.
My heart swathed by the silver streaks of stardust sparkle,
pulsated at its crescendo with the concerto of ecstasy,
where the beauty of your enticing ballet I saw imaged.
Suffused with moonshine my mind mirrored your charm.
My mind became resplendent replica of memory montage,
as the platonic pattern of heavenly love’s perception
configured the enticement image in kaleidoscopic collage.
where the unsoiled mirror of my heart reflected your beauty.
My yearning blazed in the inferno of your essence,
with the winged blizzard of winter the flame flew away,
turning the mind to extinguished embers of afflicted past,
piling up in debris of remembrance, swathed by gloomy ash.
On the weary wings of the winter of dire discontent,
wafting in wilderness on the polar winds of despair
the wilted leaves of my languishing longing
blew away rustling into the obscure realm of nowhere.
My yearning turned into glacial embrace of aggravation,
you flew away from the congealed fold of beleaguered love.
Forsaken in the freezing darkness of the arctic nest,
I live with the frozen feather you left in my plagued memories.
Categories:
unsoiled, analogy, lost love, memory,
Form:
Free verse
Welcome sports fans to the Twenty Sixteen Presidential Race,
Spring Training is full upon us as the candidates align.
Two strong teams build their ranks for the coming season,
determination and earnest intent electrify the stadium air.
Rookies run ‘round the field in fresh unsoiled uniform,
energetically casting balls about in new mown green grass.
Pros stride their bases in condescending confidence,
swinging freshly tarred bats with vicious strokes intent.
Umpires roam about the field enforcing rules of conduct,
giving guidance and clarity to calls on the field of play.
Sportscasters view and rank, in statistic, with hungry eye;
great enthusiasm erupts at dropped ball and stolen base.
Coach’s posture in offered encouragement to their team,
knowing clearly the strength and weakness held afield.
The masses buy the tickets that fuel the sporting fires,
pouring dollars into team coffers to support the dream.
Hear them chant and respond to prompt, alike in program,
see the placards of message held high in confident display.
Teams tour the lands honing their competitive skills,
watch as the weak fade and are culled from the herd.
See the superstars stand and strike the ball out of the park,
running bases to cheers of the growing, maddening crowd.
Points are scored, wins are accolades of coming success,
Presidential Spring Training is but a short lived campaign,
The true grand season political will begin in earnest soon,
rise and select your team, buy your ticket, the game is on.
Robert Gene Stoner Jr ©
3/3/16
Categories:
unsoiled, poetry, political,
Form:
Free verse
What “ matters” matter?
the why of things, the how?
If I spoke in an enlightened manner,
would you be convinced of my meaning?
Women cry out like children,
Stomping feet.
Misunderstood.
Belly dancing around issues.
Men stand stoic, offering the smile, a grain of stock.
Women die inside for this look.
Approval, conscript.
The moon causes a lunar reaction on the surface of the ocean.
Creating movement of water so vast;
it destroys a population.
Reset. Noah's Ark.
If lunar is to the Moon,
as waves are to the ocean,
How do two items suffering such distance quarrel to draw each other close?
Correlation.
We dance
We dance
We dance.
Never loving and loving only the act.
Spreading pathosis.
Nestling each other in the night.
Distilling tears on pillow cases that smell unsoiled.
Familial divisions, obscured children, betrayals.
Drawing close like lovers, absent the love.
Vulnerable, unavailable.
It was said by a wise man that all brave individuals
Have enemies.
Those with minimal ego offend.
Smug.
Are we brave or smug?
Divested with strangers we cry in the night,
Choosing to walk the week alone.
Friday night lights.
“Independent” is a buzzword.
An improper sort of adjective because I need and want you all at once,
One no more than the other.
Women love like water while men lay beside us,
Watching us sleep,
Immersed in the universe.
Capable and incapable.
Categories:
unsoiled, angst, anxiety, aubade, betrayal,
Form:
Free verse
I am African, I affirm that i am Original African
untainted, unblenched, unsoiled.
I am African,
with all the dignity of the first human.
unashamed, unbowed, undaunted. I am African.
unique, culturally so.
I am from the people whose origin birthed all others,
the first creatures of Earth.
I am African,
Boldly I declare,
with this strength and sinews affirming,
though they obscure my origin with fabrication,
and contorted the fact with lies,
Yet, my spirit aligning with the truth undeniable, I am African.
Though the glare of calumny opposes,
and unvoiced spite rent my melanin,
I stand unfettered declaring, I am African.
unrestricted traversing the globe,
from this climes to India,
I carry beauty across continents
sowing seeds everywhere.
I bore the heat unblenched.
I retain the goodness of Gold.
This sun does not affright.
it leaves no particles with the scourge.
When you see me touring the Land with strength,
Remember,
I am African.
Categories:
unsoiled, africa, age, appreciation, beautiful,
Form:
Blank verse
If I am who I say I am,
And what I claim to be,
It won't be hard to figure out,
My actions tell the story.
I cannot sit 'midst muck and mire,
And claim it isn't so.
I can't ignore the things I'm taught,
And say I'm trying to grow.
I cannot sway this way and that,
And still expect to see,
The same old trust,respect and love,
That once was given freely.
If I'm to keep that love in tact,
It must be guarded fiercely;
Else I may find that love will die,
From being nourished poorly;
For I am what I wish to be,
It's no one's fault but mine.
I cannot blame what I have done,
On some mistake in time;
So if I wish my friends to see,
The dignity I claim,
I cannot hide it deep inside,
While I play foolish games.
"ANYONE WHO SAYS HE IS A CHRISTIAN, BUT DOES NOT CONTROL HIS SHARP TONGUE IS JUST FOOLING HIMSELF AND HIS RELIGION ISN'T WORTH MUCH."
Living Bible James 1:26
"THIS IS PURE, UNDEFILED RELIGION IN THE SIGHT OF GOD, VISIT WIDOWS AND ORPHANS IN THEIR DISTRESS, AND REMAIN UNSOILED BY YOUR CONTACTS WITH THE WORLD."
Living Bible James 1:27
Categories:
unsoiled, dedication, devotion, friendship, inspirational,
Form:
Quatrain
Nature breathes peace through the whisper of leaves, the tenderness of a silent breeze, the roar of thunder and even the rain’s sincerity. Nature breathes harmony. ~ by poet
Let me tell you a story… about a land of hope
There, on the shores of promises,
Standing taller than tall – the way to cope
Rustling leaves fall at her feet,
Whispering away the chill, calm air
Autumn singing through the leaves, blending
Colors of boldest crimson and tangerine
Gold so brilliant it lingers on the heart
Encouraging the blessings that are so alive
During the harvest, when souls are spellbound
By heavenly halos of buttered corn, apples
And the sing song dances of branches
Awaiting the final leaf’s falling to the ground
Yes, winter will come and with it
The silence of fresh fallen snows and memories
Haunting the spirit with tender breaths
Clinging to the sharp pores of this impression
Where crisp chilly air seems to beckon
The heart outdoors, into the unsoiled world
A winter wonderland, so alive and so perfectly
Breathtaking in every way, with every prayer
Spring unlocks the treasures of God’s paintbrush
With vibrant hues of golden-haired petals
And lively, lush scarlet, purple and lavender
All the colors so vivid and dramatic, like a shout
To the heart – ringing with melodies so enchanting
Magnificent thoughts rush to the surface
A mind hypnotized by nature, the miracles, the feeling
Inside those who know that nature is God’s great blessing
To all the spirits who long for His heaven on earth
Form N - Narrative - New Poems Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
April 15, 2022
Theme: 7. NATURE
Categories:
unsoiled, autumn, flower, god, inspiration,
Form:
Narrative
Just because I wear black glasses
Does it mean the universe is black?
Just because I find thorns and bushes
Does it mean all face the same too?
Just because I see one side of the globe
Does it mean there’s no other side at all?
When Red signals stop my movements
Don’t green signals allow others to move?
The universe is not a little textile piece
To measure, slice, sew and showcase.
It has gold, yet, it’s not gold;
It has diamonds, yet, it’s no diamond.
It’s a mixture; an amalgamation –
Of colors, forms, shapes, flavors,
Rhymes, rhythms, humans, beasts…
It’s a treasure of philosophies, theologies,
Truths, myths, anecdotes, fables, epics…
Only having removed our color-glasses of
Likes and dislikes; and made our minds
Clear, clean, white papers unsoiled
And perceive through the light of faith
Can we fully know its sacred secrets!
Isn’t true discernment of deserts and
Deserted paths the magic of wisdom…!
Yet, no tree can be fully fruitful
In the ever wide wild orchid of wisdom;
No seeker gains absolute enlightenment
In the endless school of experience
The universe, so far, has never opened
Its doors of secrets entirely to anyone…
02 June 2021
Categories:
unsoiled, life, mystery, universe,
Form:
Free verse
I’ve
climbed the highest ladder
repaired frost damaged stone slab roof,
sat on top of telegraph poles
digging snow on Daughton heights
metamorphosis into maturity, was this proof?
I’ve
froze in seventeen degrees of frost
my spade glistening in winter’s feeble sun,
trespassed in mantles of unsoiled splendour
placed each doubtful step in trepidation
an enterprise into humanity, begun?
I’ve
straggled the coping stones of Eastby
probing for living fleece and her offspring,
trudged many inhospitable moor
where crow or robin dare not fly
only the composed in artic harmony, sing?
I’ve
slipped the rigorous reigns of commotion
spent hours working sun drenched drift,
lived the high sanctity of God’s work
Appletreewick, Kettlewell and beyond
amidst his fame, submerged in his precious gift?
I’ve
deemed all this an accomplishment
simple fare to many a humankind,
to rove the newness of fallen snow
the first imprint honest and profound
a silent lifting, of a conscious mind?
© Harry J Horsman 2001
Categories:
unsoiled, work,
Form:
Verse
A mother a daughter a sister a wife
So much accomplished in such a short life
To hit rock bottom all alone
It's not what I thought I would have known
I pray to God that he shines his light
So I can get comfort through out the night
He grants me a new day with the sun beaming down
But I feel like I'm on a merry go round
Ups and down and all around
feels like I'm walking on unsoiled ground
With hope in mind and faith at heart
I know God will grant me a brand new start
Categories:
unsoiled, faith, god, god, me,
Form:
ABC
I hear thunder trembling on the ground
Lawford's cart is coming down the lane
Contracting into pain
Grumbling like a young girl
Feeling her end of month pain again
Crying in the embrace of her womanhood
Passing like landslide under her feet
The unsoiled moment soiling her grief
Her fertility dripping away
The next generation unfertilized
Screaming at their death in her vein
Wounding her existence
For the fraudulent applause of innocence
For how can I be innocent
If I disobeyed the earth's need for replenishment
If all my fruitfulness coagulated in blood
Suddenly like melted ice is dripping
Forget the blasphemy of the rag
Man's commerce succeeding
While my multiplication withers and die
And the young girl writhing
Snake-like across the contaminated grass
We beg her not to cry
Dulling the knife's edge of pain
Slowing the decomposition of the lining
Into fluid grains grating on the gyrating sore
Bringing her offerings of herbal tea and balm
Subduing her who will not subdue the earth
To the absurdity of postponing my birth
As if when the time for this poem is pass
The poem to follow is the same
Commanded by the thunder we should be ashame
Instead we hide our association
From Lawford's cart, the wheels tumbling
Over the broken stones
Over the callused skin of grim road
Grumbling away into the gloomy evening.
Grumbling
Categories:
unsoiled, allegory, philosophy
Form:
Free verse