Long Bashfulness Poems

The missus served me high test coffee...

Ah... tis nothing more heavenly 
(to one borne again devout atheist)
then a spring like January 18th, 2023
here at Highland Manor apartments
picturesque green covered landscape,
where intrepid dandelions 
dare to defy...

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This is a translation from the poem "Camellia", by Rabindranath Tagore, Nobel laureate Poet from India (1861 -1941) Understandably the story took place in late nineteenth century - early twentieth century Bengal. 



Her name is...

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Lapsed contra dancer rediscovers his happy place

I tip figurative hat to the late Cathy Robertson, longtime (lifetime) Thomas Paine Unitarian Church member, who unwittingly and quite casually made mention of contra dancing, which inopportunely, inextricably,...

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A battle rages within,
Silent thoughts behind a hidden veil,
an ice prince some say,
lacking emotions, a player some term
he is an enigma the world doesn't understand
awkward,anti-social, a fly in the wall,
one who is rarely missed,
a friend...

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Nor Usman’s treasure-chest you own, Nor Ali’s empty bowl,
With spirits of such great forbears, What kinship has your soul?
The honoured of their times, they lived, For theirs was true iman,
You live disgraced, as having left...

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I feel for gentle hearts in this loud world, 
Ever suspect, dismissed and derided, 
For long has been the shy a songless bird,
That Darwin dismissed as ‘odd state of head’, 
Jane Austin gave shyness a...

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The missus brings me high test coffee...

A cold wintry January 53rd, 2021
at Highland Manor apartments
picturesque snow covered landscape
safely ensconced within Unit B44,
we (yours truly and wife)
occupy bedroom and
television room respectively
comfortably numb and toasty warm
at sixty...

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Stalingrad
During moments I yearned for forests grown for me alone,
Caressing them in a dream,
I could sense the throbbing of the heart 
Hidden beneath my ribs to bless my journey. 
Summoning me with a pulse that...

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A Warped Tree

Today, when not arguing with Walter the Jew
on Facebook or Twitter
 the ambiance in the house was surprisingly calm since I got a key to my study in peace to read my latest...

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A Warped Tree
Today, when not arguing with Walter the Jew on Facebook
the ambiance in the house was surprisingly calm since
I got a key to my study in peace to read my latest collection
and found, at...

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Modesty is the graceful, calm virtue of maturity; bashfulness the charm of vivacious youth: Quote by Mary Wollstonecraft
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In a world of modesty and grace,
We find our unique space,
Where calmness and virtue reside,
And vivacious souls cannot...

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Waiting. The minutes groan arduously.
Somehow, perhaps – my heart fails to beat
with the rush of your momentary attention.
Perched precariously on spikes
Flesh colored, yet artificial – 
Manikin fingers, fidgeting.
Mournfully drenched in factious apology.
Our eyes meet briefly,...

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The limb elongates in the bodies flayed attempt at survival.
Internal struggle, intelligently struggling in the maintaining of oxygen in a Bold  yet desperate display. Feeble gravities
Lunging, Lurching behind from within where wheels turn till...

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Written: October 26, 2023

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Solace reached through alienation and wisdom
An...

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I am so tired and so unspeakably old
I have been bearing about me for centuries, this grief, this disappointment
Your covetousness, vanity, ambitions
Blurred the glow of the sun, the moon,
Your selfishness, greed
Stop the divine flight of...

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The heroine dresses herself with pleasure, 
makes bed, and awaits her beloved
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Wearing bashfulness, concealed joy,
Nigh impatient, blushing, no less coy,
Lips quivering in excitement
To embrace ultimate moment,
Feet ready to break into dance,
Bed to door and back...

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He spoke,
He spoke in ways I’d never heard before,
Bashfulness clustered around “ma’am” and “sir.”
I thought I knew a lot about him, till he taught me more,
Which was great, at first–Spanish class had become a bore–
his...

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The lotus
of our passion 
blossomed, petal by petal,
blushing pink, 
caressed by moist misty morning-dew,
encircled by the amorous bees 
buzzing in honey-sweet intoxication!

Musky smell of sweat slithers in the 
valley of your bosom’s cleavage,
heaving my dizzy...

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Innocence
Never twisted guilt
Soberness, simple minded 
Heartfelt
Young eyes blinked, bashfulness 
No such things as monsters

Sleep tight
Sleep tight
No such things as monsters

Years dawned on
Mascara dripped
Troubled eyes
Losing hope now
Childhood days, fade away
They take me into darkness

Turn on the...

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Tattered clobbered thoughts streaming to winged dusts,
spiral spasms tremble amid weary sounds.
The festal moods swing dreary interludes,
visions ache release with defloration--

throaty cries heightens the greedy man's lust.
He longs to possess the murmur of blood
from naked...

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Winter paints a canvas of souvenirs, 
its white steering the mind 
to recall the lilac saffron fields 
that yield to goldenrod…. 
unfurled pods, sundrenched and swollen 
which release their pollen in passion pink.
We stopped to...

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As you guys probably have already noticed I like to talk about sax.Unfortunately as you might know in reality People hide their true desires as society still sees it as some sort of taboo and...

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My true self I have hidden, 
And with bashfulness is ridden, 
And all that I am feeling forms an ultra-silent sigh; 
My throat contracts with dryness, 
I am beaten up with shyness, 
For what is...

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Love that once Was 

When I met her she was spring flower and pretty 
as the zephyr undulating gently through a field of 
tulips. But there was no denying I was September
and set in my...

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Warped tree, kinked man 

Today, I will not argue with Walter on Facebook or Twitter.
I was reading poems from my last collection and was surprised
to find an internal rhythm.
To my horror, I find Walter has...

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