Long Chastity Poems
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In a glimmered lace of sunrise’s veil,
dawn hovers like a freshly-cleansed nymph,
wafting and bubbling with a spice of mint
in dew’s chastity pool delicately undressed.
The path of upturned boughs rips free
and slides along a froth of peppered mist;
misty in a way newborn day becomes
pastel fingers where wings of her breath
become illumined as it is daring;calling
forth, Borealis...Borealis.
And a deluge of herb wraps her air: a seasoning
moment for this flushed lady to unfold
the carpet of studded foliage cradling
around her heady arms... soon, a gush
of light bears newly-wed rays,
until the fragrance of earth drifts upon
her mantle feeling the delicacy of radiant morn,
weightlessly white; no one wants to speak.
Feb 2018 Premeire Contest: Brian Strand
Pepost 2/14/2018
o my Bangladesh
my darling country
for the thousands drop of blood shedding
you are,
for the razing, destruction, tumult devastation,
you are,
for the thousands drop of tears
you are,
for the thousands dead souls
you are
for the violation of the chastity of the thousands mothers and sisters
you are
o my Bangladesh
my darling you are
by this way
why have you taken birth
after being an innocent child
why have you lost everything as guilty
in your childhood
why have you lost your parents
o my Bangladesh
my darling country
you are now in full handsome youth;
From the your orphanage age
how outlandishly you've come at this age
how picaresque,
how vagabond life now you're spending
still you are alive in your drowsy mood
without any conscience
why these are…
o my Bangladesh
my darling country
we didn't want blood stained flag
we didn't want blood stained green grassy field
we wanted your freedom
but in the golden graceful smiling
by this way
would you spend your this entire youthful life
wouldn't you awake to posses your all rights
by this way
would you get on the old age boat or
launch your journey to the ever going path
why are you still silent
why these stillness
o my Bangladesh
my darling country
-Friday, July 19, 2019 Chattogram
I recall
from Catholic seminal
seminary daze,
Frocked monastic gaze
vowed nerve-systemic chastity,
self-sacrificing poverty,
political obedience
to a Great StraightMale Master
of God's paradise reclusive House
filled with sacred humane
Men's Room Only vocations.
Yet I experienced these three
Green Commons commitments
in reverse Taoistic
NonZeroistic chronology
of sacramental EarthCentric interest:
Without fully embodying
sensory-neural obedience,
trust
good faith
good humor
LeftBrain healthy secular Truth
as also
RightBrain safe sacred Beauty,
Then poverty of spirit
is a bitter
exploitive pill to
MonoCapitalistically swallow
before too many competitive weeks
and months pass anxiously by
Without neuro-sensory chastity
invoking my healthy regenerative compassion
only when informed
by universal climax wealth experience
of sacred
nature-spirited poverty
of co-invested
co-infesting
cooperatively creolizing Light
and Power;
Theologically ecological poverty
of StraightWhiteMale divinely-endowed
anthrosupremacism
could best be re-invited
into WinWin cooperative co-investment
when transparently vulnerable
through healthy matriarchal prime Attachment,
Further reinforced
by post-pubescent
sensory-neural sacred climax
worship
and praise,
silent awe
and verbalized
and verbalizing
and reverberating wonder,
Obedience to Taoistically balanced
ego-patrilinear LeftBrain verbalized
through nonviolently, multiculturally felt
wants,
healthy co-invested thrusts,
trusts,
truths
As also EcoWomanist
RightBrain sacred felt silence,
integral reception
Green cooperative unitarian communion
Deep listening for empowering
sacred information
inhalation
Also enlightening
dusty secularized disobedience,
pathological need for win/lose subservience,
posturing as win/win obedient
Earth Healers,
Regenerative repairers
of active nonzeroistic healthy ego-hope
from EcoMotherly masters
vowing past
and present
and future
green/blue EarthWealth
revolving compassion.
Written: September 2nd 2023
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Lord, grant the kids of earth peace and comfort.
In this world where chaos and fear so often distort,
Shelter them from all harm and the storms of life.
Let them find solace amidst the strife.
Let no child feel hungry today, dear Lord.
In their innocent hearts, let compassion be stored.
Provide them with vittles for both body and soul.
So they may grow strong and reach their goal.
Bless them for their chastity and tender hearts.
May they never lose their wonder, their joyful starts,
Shield them from the darkness that surrounds,
Let them always feel love's healing bounds.
Support them to feel your love, oh gracious Lord,
Wrap them in your arms and hold them close, restored.
Guide them through the trials they may face.
And cram their lives with your redemptory grace.
For these innocent souls, we offer up our prayers.
That they may find peace and grip you're always there.
Lord, hear our plea as we bow our heads in prayer.
Grant the children of the earth your love and care.
In this world of chaos, grant them solace and peace.
Let their innocent laughter and joy never cease.
Protect them from harm—from the evils of this world.
And let your love be their guiding light, unfurled.
Lord, we pray for the children, so pure and divine,
May they always know that they are truly thine.
Grant them the power and grit to face each day anew.
May your love and blessings always shine through.
A prayer for the innocent souls, we offer with hope,
That they may find comfort and strength to cope.
Lord, grant them peace and surround them with care.
They are the future, the ones we must nurture and prepare.
In this prayer, we ask for your guidance and grace.
To protect these innocent souls in every place.
Lord, let no child pass unnoticed or unloved.
May they find safety and warmth, as a gentle dove.
Lord, we entrust the children of earth to your embrace.
They are the epitome of your grace.
Grant them a world where they can thrive and grow.
Where their dreams and aspirations can freely flow.
Life is an eternal ecstasy
Flowering as ripe old age
Liabilities over, shorn of shackles
Confined to oneself and free to peep into
Fads and foibles lying dormant for decades
The wisdom at its best, with the strings few
Leaves, petals, breeze, dawn, dusk and dew
As adorable companions offering divine notes
To the melody of heart, mood and passions
Echoing as penance, serenity and joy
With love, compassion and forgiveness
All in one
The hidden hues come to the fore
With unknown treasure on the fingertips
Making million times richer and able
Turning thoughts in to wings, ready to fly
To reach the stars, moon and the clouds
The exciting new self, hitherto unknown
Opening days as an era of joy and thrill
Planning solo journey to new destinations
It is time to rediscover the life
Merging with the chastity of earth and sky
And enjoying virginity of the divine
In the life’s second bloom
There was a girl at the height of her youth
Big bosomed and slim and yet quite uncouth
Then a virus took hold
She had been quite controlled
And then developed a rather sweet tooth
Will be good for your breast milk so God will
This catholic nation forbids the pill
No coil and no rubber
But he would not snub her
Took them to bed and demanded his fill
Her pastor advised a chastity belt
Helps protection in times of great svelte
And dries up his quill
Seed cannot instill
So your grand midsection cannot be swelled
But her pangs would not stop food ingestion
She did not even get indigestion
So tight at the waist
No good to be chaste
To do it or not was thus the question
Before I pop we must look for the key
But no cohabitation you must agree
No sex my sweetheart
Till death do us part
But the right pick remained an absentee
Then she burst like an inflated balloon
And they consumed passion at a full moon
Twins round and perfect
Whats cause and effect
Philosophy can be rather opportune
Was the girdle the faulty solution
Human nature or too much volution
Adipose tissue
Some other issue
That triggered seminal ‘pollution’
Moment of madness due to pandemic
Birth rites or something more academic
Epicure’s garden
Or simply a hard one
Time revealed it was rather systemic
So what’s the climax of this fine account
Could the fertile villain truly be found
The friend here at task
Knocked with a face mask
It was the kind milkman during his round
30th April 2020
There are no shape walls
to bridle one's emotions
creativity is properly ventilated
unbound by meter or syllable count
embracing nakedness
yanked naked in its virginity
The binding belt of chastity
given over to lyrical lovers
Sleeping quietly in the meadows
a pristine area free of squatters
fighting for their rights
with sonnet-crafted homes
and hamlets defined by literature.
Straying away from the norm
acolytes watch as castles are built,
that worships orderly expression
poetic masterpieces,
safeguarded and preserved at all times
metaphors align into a specific subset
pictures look like works of art,
there is a distinct realm
for those unfit to fly in their confines.
Outside of the norm
is a vast nebulous
growing quill flowers from seeds sown
the power of smell to evoke memories,
which one's brain may elect to ignore
when settling at a location of a specific form
is what one's words must imply.
On this trip, there are no rules,
only that burning desire inside
strive to harass the page,
fire getting into the core
from telling someone a mystery,
till the key bares the chest
where other ideas demand rebirth.
1st Place Contest Winner
Written: August 28, 2022
Free Verse - Old Or New Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
5th Place Contest Winner
A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Lonely maid immured in the castle walls
does an urgent desire thee inflame...
when I charm thy verdant eye?
Mine fate is entwined with thine,
be it life liveth in love, or nothing more!
O veil not thy smooth, timid face
with doubt and fear! Though thou seem too brave
to endure what morrow might bring ashore;
thy vessel will not stray from mine keen eye,
assured guidance will spare it from wrackage,
as I spare thee the sorrow of the coldest tears!
Lonely maid immured in the castle walls,
thou will know sublime joy in mine passionate embrace,
as these lips make thee taste their sweetness;
mine passion is a love no lover hath or will have,
and I bring a light to illuminate thy darkness!
Lonely maid immured in the castle walls,
forbidden to feel love and explore its wonders,
let thy words come forth and speak in tender tongue;
thou can break thy vow of forced chastity...
as no king possess thee but this knight of loyalty!
“I dream of a love that even time will lie down and be still for.”
~Alice Hoffman
The man I love is far away,
does he exist? I cannot say;
perhaps a hope, perhaps a fantasy~
perhaps a fevered dream’s cliche.
If a dream I will stay most happily
beyond the veil in chastity,
the nightmare is the world alluded,
where vaunted knights are garbed in travesty .
The doctors say I am deluded,
that thought processes are occluded
by parabolic stimulations,
and reality has been excluded.
Am I insane to prefer creations
when life is full of corrupt castrations?
The man I love is far away,
can he not see my heart’s pulsations?
A SPIRITUAL SAINT'S STRENGTH AMIDST STRIFE
Fortitude for half a century, giving God all the glory,
The Foundress of Holy Family lived a humble, godly life,
St. Mariam Thresia - a stigmatic saint's story
Filled with many troubles, temptations and strife,
From Puthenchira, an Indian Syro-Malabar Catholic
Consecrated herself to the Lord at eight or nine years,
Modest and meek, serving the poor and the sick,
She was disciplined, obedient and different from her peers,
With childlike simplicity, charismatic charity and Christian chastity,
Fastidiously following Father Vithayathil's fine footsteps,
The "virgin of pains" was for Family Apostolate, the model entity,
Nursing the sick and dying by visiting them at their doorsteps,
Burning with intense love for God, she was a mystic soul,
"Whose Heart was aglow with fire and whose feet were winged",
Enduring her sufferings for the sake of Christ was her goal,
Her patient, divine spirit was with radiant sweetness tinged,
She had fervent trust in God's immense providence,
Her spiritual ecstasy was hours of prayer and meditation,
The "Apostle of suffering", she strived for her continence,
Wiping the tears of the broken hearted was her consolation,
Her gracious gift of goodness guides us all in giving
Care, concern and compassion to the comfortless at all cost,
Her lasting legacy left behind still leads the living
To show His love, shine His Light and shelter the lost.
Form: Rhyme (abab)
10.23.19
{This poem is about St. Mariam Thresia, who was canonised on 16th October, 2019 by Pope Francis in Rome. She is the Foundress of the Congregation of Holy Family, Puthenchira, Kerala.}