Best Virgin Poems

#3~"Lost not forgotten" 
"A solitary star had gone astray, yawning before the dark, 
hiding; straight ward, waver the wink of light, slowly fading. 
By my window I shed a tear; I farm the fields of my soul."


#2~"Down-under"
"Above the winter masses, buried, I wait for the...

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I don't know what came over me that day - an instant of weakness after years of resistance, I suppose.

My beaming spouse leads me, a dog on a short leash, into the forbidden citadel, the sanctum sanctorum of feminine fastidiousness, the dreaded nail salon.

As we...

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Brighter than a fall bonfire but with the chill of ice, 
the winter sun haloes a gray and barren woodland;
throbbing, almost hesitant, with a florescent pulse,
brazen in its unrelenting descent, it clings to the horizon.

How it hurt my eyes.

Thin skinned, the lids tinge orange, the...

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She collects dreams
like feather in down pillows
her skin in a fever
- in meditation
into a particular story
Last call for lonely hearts
which recently dropped yellow leaves

An embrace
in and out of dimensions
- only to turn back
can't hold back the feelings
she's sound asleep
slowly sinking through the light
a wonderful woe






31/10/2019
Sun...

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Dear little insect
                         «Our Lady's Bird» bring good luck
            ...

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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...

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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...

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Yes, you’ve touched my body, 
but you haven't touched my soul
No, it wasn't deep enough 
To make this woman whole

Yes, you've kissed my lips now
but my pain you haven't kissed
these scars that mark my being
Each one, your lips have missed

Yes, you’ve sated cravings
but unsated are...

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Caressing Virgin Soil, With Soft Caring Hands

In her garden, wearing old pants and her long tresses
caressing virgin soil, with soft caring hands.
Generous to a fault, kind heaven blesses
she a gem of far away Asian lands.

Dawn's early rays would sparkle in her eyes
as she rose to...

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Partly clad
full moon
was taking a bath on hills.
Trees were waiting
for the curtains to rise.

Scented stars would make
giant scars on the clouds,
I would make peace with the sky.
Lids of human greed were laden
with golden dust, I was hoisting the skull.

Of a virgin god who did not
want...

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With malar flushes, 
Causelessly she blushes,
In solitude, to herself she smiles,
While walking, aimlessly she tarries.
With a startled look, 
Whom does she seek?...

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The faintness of flight overwhelms me
boxed in caged, corseted, in a cattle car of the air
pristine bells and whistles cajole the herd
as the breath is cycled and recycled through the 
bellows of plasticine and metal
germs jumping from orifice to orifice
knees crushing bosoms braced for the...

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Mirrored surface gleams,
Dancing rays off of the pond:
Pearl light reflections....

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Crowning the Virgin Mary
I was only six years old and was
chosen by the first grade nun,
To place a garland of roses on the 
Vigin Mary in May.
It really was an honor and a blessing.

Mom had pictures made of this event.
As little girls, we all were...

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Virgin Pure, Untouched By Evil In Men

Where sun has fallen down in land so fair
hides a lone tombstone hidden in woods deep.
Death had caught a beauty so very fair,
that all three - Sun, sky and wind sadly weep.

Shining, in bloom of youth and quite carefree
she...

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