If moderation is a virtue
and excess be a fault
Please pass the watercress
~ Kindly hold the salt.
Hear my fervent promise
made wholeheartedly as Aphrodite's passion,
Adonis.
my love is pure
wholly fulfilled without ration
assure
allow
love's chaste fashion
vow
Hear my fervent promise
wholly fulfilled without ration
vow
Are they sad, do they hate?
What about greed?
Free from these flaws
They live a pious and chaste life
Always happy and joyfully
Embracing sky, sunshine and breeze
Live closer to nature
Away from the human traits
The Creator is same
He/She seems fond of variety
Producing marvelous diversity
With intrinsic oneness
From trees to human
Creating wonders of life
From the same seed
Filling the universe with bounty
Unseen, but present everywhere
In the abstract and the concrete
Speaking through shades and notes
The nature's miracle overwhelms me
Nothing remains but the ultimate
Birds and bees know the truth
Far better than us.
And I become one
Chaste clad
Smile unmatched!
Gaze still...
Gentle breeze
Blush smudged
rhapsody!
There is a pole dancer named Honey
never danced in the nude for money
her modesty renown
all around the small town
the kids all call her Easter Bunny
It's full light of the steady day
Quickly it's night and love now dry hay
My love is pure and chaste, she saw gay
How shall I win i heart without hurting the bay
Hold me ye Hold me ye, why make me be
Now I am but guilty of a sin that sting as bee
Cast me into hell for heaven's got no deed
Where shall I now pitch my tent, cos I never did
Probe me thorough for hidden is a dark bliss
That has chosen to curse yet mask me bless
Can I see what you term now that she is cold and miss
Now life took her to death a maiden, it's check mate d'chess
Velvet paper tinctured pink,
A red rose at its crest;
The whittled feather, bathed in ink,
Set to bare its best.
A lambent candle close at hand
With dancing, flitting flare;
Where evening translates its command
And nothing stirs the air.
Words are authored, truly writ,
Where, from the soul they flow;
As on the page they snugly sit,
Affection to bestow.
Filling out each careful line,
Each one a work of art,
Hand and mind, with pen, entwine
Concerted to the heart.
And when the tender prose she'll read
And tastes the chaste romance.
She feels a shivered chill, indeed,
Deep in her breast ~ per chance?
And as the fondest words engage,
Seen through her moistened eyes:
A teardrop falls to blot the page
And stays and never dries.
Tasked to continue smooth function of cult compound
Sixteen svelte helpers of mindless vibrant physiche
Hurl their determination found in daily frequency
Milking cows, picking fruit, darning gowns
Draped swathes of cotton smother love worthy curves
Bunches clutched in fervent fists denote proactive
Chores suppress boredom, hours fast elapsing
Hushed among bustle, humbly built church
Rhythmic teat pinching hands press in prayer's commit
Wrists sturdy obedient, cream transform churning
Hundred shelled peas, obligated with urgency
Bound by scripture, called upon to submit
Duty is God's Will, blessed purpose supports hordes
Beauty unrecognised hair spun buns traditional
Released flaxen waterfall for richeous ritual
Sacramental fodder, holiest of whores
Chosen childless worship circle of dedicated wombs
Esteem rodeo results in offspring from Minister
Fallen garland bruised petalled begins her
Observance unto sermons emtombed
31st December
Cursed Yearning
CHASED or CHASTE?
There was once a young lady of taste
With desire to stay pure and quite chaste
She ran slow then fast
The result at last
She was chased, didn’t win, only placed
2 September 2019
My smug Pillow, turns soft and virtuous
Where lay I at her pumping left side
Umpteen hurt i 've had, she stand still, conscious
Spasm of me makes her smile, I besides
Serenely words of her pain, raise me today
Faint time no see, if danger up she cures
At a night tour, so to all, she pat me to lay
A chaste kiss she gives, warmth and so pure
Fold hands not in my need, indeed she'd plan
Wipe hard, ouch! It's hurt, called back to calm
At dawn, kneel on earth for storm to stop
My smug Pillow, what a great deal I got.
Oh no, I can’t do it here!
And my feathers are a mess!
Can’t a clucker have a little privacy?
I don’t know about the rest of you
but I can’t just pop out egg after egg
like I’m a plastic PEZ dispenser!
And certainly not in front of that pushy
crower, Chanticleer.
Cock-a-doodle-doo, Cock-a-doodle-SHOO!
There’s not even enough straw in here
to fashion a two-bit bedroom.
And the walls are crate paper thin!
You’d think this was a hen party!
I haven’t heard this much cackling
since the Chippendales came through!
No, changes WILL be made if they ever
want to taste my omelet!
Trump Chaste As Driven Snow
Trump I must assume everyone does know;
Thinks he is chaste as all the driven snow;
In his mind,
We did find;
Wherever his has thought it was or may go.
Jim Horn
Chaste
There has never been no one
As chaste as you have been yet
You are always chased!
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Coy sideways glances at the man of your dreams
Holding hands in secret so nobody sees
Amazed more girls don’t act the way you do
Sex before marriage – no you want to remain pure
Total commitment to one man in your life
Even when you’re dating you remain so demure
Always ready to see some bedroom action
Never turning sex down its like some fatal attraction
Devotedly he now pursues
Chase begins with eager anticipation
His heart pounding and heavy respiration
Ardour inflamed by her beauty
She’s sublime and sexy, such a cutie
Eureka is his final thought
Dames sure are naughty when they’re caught
Written by JaDazzle - Jan Allison & Darren Watson
14th April 2014
Coy sideways glances at the man of your dreams
Holding hands in secret so nobody sees
Amazed more girls don’t act the way you do
Sex before marriage – no you want to remain pure
Total commitment to one man in your life
Even when you’re dating you remain so demure
Always ready to see some bedroom action
Never turning sex down its like some fatal attraction
Devotedly he now pursues
Chase begins with eager anticipation
His heart pounding and heavy respiration
Ardour inflamed by her beauty
She’s sublime and sexy, such a cutie
Eureka is his final thought
Dames sure are naughty when they’re caught
Written by 'JaDazzle'
Collaboration between Jan Allison & Darren Watson
14th April 2014
The poem is not written about Eileen Ghali but simply dedicated to her. She has been inspirational in encouraging us to continue our collaborative writing after she read our poem 'Bronte Inspiration'.
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