An Alliterative Pursuit Of A Lover
I will firstly frankly forwardly forthrightly fastidiously befriend you.
Then I will completely correctly courteously candidly chastely court you.
Then whencesoever I have wonderfully wackily warmly wooingly won wed you,
I’ll be free to laughingly longingly lustily lecherously lasciviously licentiously lengthily ~ly ~ly ~ly ~ly ~ly ~ly ~ly ~ly ~ly ~ly ~ly ~ly ~ly ~ly ~ly ~ly ~ly
Gladly gently graciously gratefully gallantly grandly greatly love you forever.
Categories:
chastely, desire, friendship, funny, lust,
Form: Alliteration
shame on you
I was about eighteen when meeting the girl of my life,
she lived in the outer town and both her parents had office work
which back then was regarded as a posh position.
We met often walked in the park, and we kissed chastely hold
hands, this was love.
It was a pleasant Saturday even when she came she scented
of wild roses how beautiful she was, we went to a restaurant
we sat there as long as we could, it worried me to take her home
I lived in my mothers tiny flat.
There was no welcome. My mother stayed in her bedroom
I told the girl she wasn´t well.
We sat on the sofa the one I used as a bed, as it was chilly we
sat covered in a blanket until we both fell asleep.
There was no bathroom, only cold water from the tap in
the kitchen, and we walked to town to the railway station where
she had a wash and the rest.
We didn't speak about the night spent together, sat silently
on a bench, waited for the train to take her home.
When she boarded the train, there was no talk of meeting again,
only a short goodbye and she was out of my life.
Categories:
chastely, cinderella,
Form: Blank verse
shame on you
I was about eighteen when meeting the girl of my life,
she lived in the outer town and both her parents had office work
which back then was regarded as a posh position.
We met often walked in the park, and we kissed chastely hold
hands, this was love.
It was a pleasant Saturday even when she came she scented
of wild roses how beautiful she was, we went to a restaurant
we sat there as long as we could, it worried me to take her home
I lived in my mothers tiny flat.
There was no welcome. My mother stayed in her bedroom
I told the girl she wasn´t well.
We sat on the sofa the one I used as a bed, as it was chilly we
sat covered in a blanket until we both fell asleep.
There was no bathroom, only cold water from the tap in
the kitchen, and we walked to town to the railway station where
she had a wash and the rest.
We didn't speak about the night spent together, sat silently
on a bench, waited for the train to take her home.
When she boarded the train, there was no talk of meeting again,
only a short goodbye and she was out of my life.
Categories:
chastely, cinderella,
Form: Blank verse
Millay Has Her Way with a Vassar Professor
by Michael R. Burch
After a night of hard drinking and spreading her legs,
Millay hits the dorm, where the Vassar don begs:
“Please act more chastely, more discretely, more seemly!”
(His name, let’s assume, was, er . . . Percival Queemly.)
“Expel me! Expel me!”?She flashes her eyes.
“Oh! Please! No! I couldn’t! That wouldn’t be wise,
for a great banished Shelley would tarnish my name . . .
Eek! My game will be lame if I can’t milque your fame!”
“Continue to live here?carouse as you please!”
the beleaguered don sighs as he sags to his knees.
Millay grinds her crotch half an inch from his nose:
“I can live in your hellhole, strange man, I suppose ...
but the price is your firstborn, whom I’ll sacrifice to Moloch.”
(Which explains what became of pale Percy’s son, Enoch.)
Categories:
chastely, class, muse, poetess, poetry,
Form: Sonnet
Fresh lake
drifts chastely
to mirror waves
of our time’s buoyant rides…
and grief
Writing Challenge 1, May 2019 – Cinqku
For Dear Heart’s Contest 5/7/2019
Categories:
chastely, introspection, water,
Form: Cinqku
The orchestra was loud when I walked in,
Performing a whimsical waltz by Strauss.
I picked a group of friends and settled-in,
And perused the fineries of the house.
The chandeliers were unevenly spaced,
Creating random spaces of shadows
Where intimate strangers chastely embraced,
And not-so-innocent virgins caroused.
A friendly acquaintance introduced me
To his available little sister.
Turned out she was charming and quite lovely,
So I gave up trying to resist her.
“I would be most honored, beyond measure;
If you’d care to dance, it’d be my pleasure.”
Categories:
chastely, dance, music, women,
Form: Sonnet
My melancholy turns to gold dust
in your soft and tender hands
upon your fingers I scatter my life
my love remains clasped in your hands
now I am a vial of cologne, emptied...
I yearn to see your lissome creeper
how it clings to cracks on the walk
well, just as it entwines the cement altar
Mi amor, that is how I yearn to embrace your heart
I used to stumble, now I am sustained in you...
This night I yearn and sigh for you
to see you sleep, hands on your chest
sinking into our bed like rosy fruit
from smooth pastures into the depths of our mattress
as the air enters your chest and raises it chastely...
Amante, steal away to me in the night
we will see how peacefully the moon rays
create quiet waves without unsettling the hush
just as it passes into the gulf is the way
I yearn to sink to the very bottom of your soul...
Fly to me from your snow white orchards
you love is ever so immaculate
my naked soul will tremble in your hands...
Categories:
chastely, beautiful, celebration, desire, love,
Form: Free verse
Vacant but for
minute shadows,
I’d mistaken
for clouds
our sky has lied
again; it is
only blue;
chastely blue.
No longer do you
wait secretly
behind celestial
skeins of dust.
You are only in my eyes.
©Kathryn McLoughlin Collins
September 16, 20012
Categories:
chastely, loss,
Form: Free verse
I.
On the right is Emily Bronte,
Bard of Yorkshire moor—
Her talented, tormented family
Wrote novels which still endure.
II.
On the left’s Christina Rossetti,
Who chastely did refuse
The goblin’s fruit of ecstasy;
Pre-Raphaelite recluse.
III.
In the center’s a filmy mirror,
Dusty-looking glass;
You rub it till it’s clearer
And see a skull-faced lass—
Yourself…at Requiem Mass.
Categories:
chastely, inspirational
Form: Verse