Long Maiden Poems
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"I don't have any talent for music, either to sing or play an instrument. But the lullaby I tune, puts my baby to sleep and am sure, it resonates and leaves soothing echoes in the little heart"- By Poet
Oh, my little darling, fret no more.
Close your eyes and go to sleep.
Here, your mom is by your side,
Singing lullabies, sweet and cherished.
All sounds are stilled for you to sleep in quiet.
All lights are out that no beam hurts your eyes.
All storms, calmed that to a blissful rest you glide.
No horrifying dreams to rob you of your snooze.
Sleep, sleep, rocking in the sea of joy.
Sleep, sleep close to your mother’s throbbing heart.
Sleep, sleep, listening to this gentle lay I tune.
Sleep, sleep to wake to the miracle of life.
Fear not, around you much love abounds.
And legions of angels to guard your sleep.
Thy eyes shall hither new beauties behold,
And many a marvel for you to rejoice.
It’s for you the stars twinkle and gleam.
It’s for you the breeze hums sweet and blest.
It’s for you the buds open at the fall of gloom.
It’s for you the glow worms scatter rays of gold.
Now hush my baby, sleep my child
Lying below this smiling silver moon
Good night darling, drift away,
To the land of dreams where fairies live
Conceived within before you were born.
Called you names and caressed you soft.
Cuddled you tight and kept you safe.
In the secret chamber of my maiden heart.
I pledge your soul to God our Lord.
May He watch you through the gloom!
I consign my babe to His sacred trust,
And bid you away to dream’s Never, Never land.
Sleep, sleep, rocking in the sea of joy,
Sleep, sleep close to your mother’s throbbing heart~
Sleep, sleep, listening to this gentle lay I tune
Sleep, sleep, to wake to the miracle of life
March .15. 2023
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Amidst a heathery hue below a towering Ben
A beautiful maiden graces this proud of Highland men
From overseas she sailed her visions now finally clear
She lies before me in witness my heart pounds she is so near
Face to face we are chattering like birds on the wing
My hand she takes to her bosom her heart now starts to sing
Of melodies about love and the wanting of loving arms
No more hurt and sorrow just days full of romantic charms
Future days in blissful awakenings, just as it should be
My arms like canopies of green all wrapped around this loving she
Many kisses and cuddles that anoint this blissful pair
Speechless amidst a heathery hue, for all I can do is stare
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If truth had a color,
when twilight bleeds
burgundy rivers,
you’ll find these garnet
eyes pleading
to be heard through
poetic sunsets.
For I’ve been swirling
and twirling
through nomadic illusions,
like a goddess of
thunder with a tiger spirit,
never letting go of
the history of hurt,
left by the unkind mind
of inhumane humankind-
which throbs deeper
than the sharpest thorns
in peacock feathers,
that I’ve danced to -
in flawless frequencies
amongst abstracts
of an architect.
If truth had a tune,
It would be too ferocious
to be unraveled,
the kind of fire that
dares to burn,
the hellish tombs of terror,
constantly pushing
every contrasting dream
to be feasted upon
satan’s last supper,
painting every salvage sunrise,
with strokes of petrichor scent
dipped in astral rain-dreams.
As I’ve been the
queen of the night,
longing to soar
across the horizon
where unconfined
eagles and golden dragonflies,
shall tranquilize
this publicized heart caged
as a motionless mannequin
in a glass mansion.
If truth was covered in furry skin,
to glaze skeletons veiled
beneath crooning clouds,
it would be the beginning
of an unstoppable ending,
of an immeasurable
brokenness resting as
irreversible numbness.
As I’ve seen storms
brewing bruises
through seas of sorrow,
amidst illusory lakes
of rose quartz,
streaming down
emerald hills,
hiding the grotesque
kingdom of fragmented gates.
But what if truth
never was a matter,
as it’s all but mere myth
floating along golden ripples
in a pool of sentimental stars.
What if truth was
once a maiden in distress?
What if truth was
once a shadow in search of light?
What if truth was a fool
hoping to be dressed
in dancing dandelions?
what if truth is what
has got this onyx heart on fire?
Perhaps, truth lays in
the arms of a clock,
waiting for it’s turn
to make time stop,
when lovers destined to meet,
rebuild chess of life in ruins,
as footsteps on
glistening glaciers
reveal the secrets
left by snow angels
leading us back to
an unbreakable moon affair.
Ah! To be buried in an old English churchyard
With the dark green ivy and wild roses
Where the sweet nostalgic aromas hill the air
And the church bells ring their clear tolls
My soul with the LORD in heavenly glory
While my aged weary body rests
Under the soil of my ancestors in England or Wales-
Sweet peace with trees and birds in their nests
I would like a little bench under a willow
For those who wish to stop for a visit
Perhaps, a kind word or amusing thought
Every four or five years would benefit.
I'd like a pretty gravestone - not too tall
Simple elegance - my life portraying-
Complete with maiden name and husband's name
Birth date, death date and a few words saying
I came; I lived; I loved; I parted
That I was kind, fair, honest in word
And I cared; yes, that I cared - Listen to the bells!
Glory is absolutely exquisite with my LORD
Evelyn Pearl Anderson
kidnapped by aliens
inside outer space
held hostage
within the mind
upside down
turning grease lightning
dancing blind love
shaking out
negative garbage
spring cleaning
dusting cobwebs
turning over trails
a new leaf
summer sun smiles
opening gates
golden precious
in the garden
of flowers
one beauty
a blooming rose
stands out
in softly gifted
textured petals
blushing portrait glows
sweet velvet heart
of a maiden
pretty thoughts
clear inside vision
sparkling in
the mirror
you are princess
most beautiful
in mirror reflection
i ever did see
inside out special
held hostage
kidnapped by love
please do not
set me free
She stands beautiful, pride in the sky
The first lady of my countryside
Watching over both town and tide
I'm gonna climb her one more time before I die.
Cast my ashes way up there
High into the Cleveland air
One hard morning still and fair off Rosie
Watch them come driftin' down
Settled now on hallowed ground
Home at last, safe and sound on Rosie
Madly mystical in Summer's glow
Autumn colours enhance her so
The Winter maiden decked out in snow
Flowers in Spring begin again her wonder show
Cast my ashes way up there
High into the Cleveland air
One hard morning still and fair off Rosie
Watch them come a-driftin' down
Settled now on hallowed ground
Home at last, safe and sound on Rosie.
In a graveyard not far from her
Stands a gravestone cherished with care
The last haven my parents share
Maybe my dust in the north wind's gust will carry there.
Cast my ashes way up there
High into the Cleveland air
One hard morning still and fair off Rosie
Watch them come a-driftin' down
Settled now on hallowed ground
Home at last, safe and sound on Rosie.
HEAR ME SING THIS IN CONCERT ON YOUTUBE: Louis Spence. Rosie Song.
ROSIE is the common local name for Roseberry Topping, a hill of 1000 feet
height which dominates our local landscape
THANK YOU
Oh to be so bold.
My lady in your eyes, I can see the fire light.
I can see fireflies fly, around your mind sometimes.
You’re mine to love and to hold and to be so bold,
As to tell you how I feel, before we each grow old.
You’re the heroine of love and I kneel before you;
You’re my one and only drug and I need you to love me.
You’re my maiden of lust and my summer tune;
You are my roses in the garden and my love in bloom.
There’s a beautiful horizon and I’m heading for the stars.
I’m in Heaven with my angel as she dances on the table;
We’re together like Cain and Abel but there’s no trouble
And this is no fable.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
Walking with you
Is a walk on the side of terror
With gentle breezes tickling your cheek
You can count on faith
To bring you to opportunities feet
With an empty mouth for the Spirit to speak
I giggle inside when I see Him
I see and follow, take in joy and swallow
THEN
Your presence consumes me
Like requited love’s passionate kiss
Resounding vibrations requiring the whole
To come on its white stallion
Swiftly catching the virtuous maiden
And one touch stills the quivering soul
Oh how you break my heart with your suffering
I take them to my breast, let them suckle as I lie on your chest
My words are uncertain
But probability births possibility
I simply can’t refrain
You move me out of fear into glorious heights
Where I pray hope and we play with dismantled ropes
The enemy used to drive them insane
I roar with laughter in my happily ever after
Where your light captures my darkest night to
Feast forever on blinded sight
Written by Trudy Schrader on 6-19-09
Picnic
by Parveen Shakir
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
My friends laugh elsewhere on the beach
while I sit here, alone, counting the waves,
writing and rewriting your name in the sand ...
Confession
by Parveen Shakir
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
Your image overwhelmed my vision.
As the long nights passed, I became obsessed with your visage.
Then came the moment when I quietly placed my lips to your picture ...
***
Rain
by Parveen Shakir
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
Why shiver alone in the rain, maiden?
Embrace the one in whose warming love your body and mind would be drenched!
There are no rains higher than the rains of Love,
after which the bright rainbows of separation will glow with the mysteries of hues.
My Body's Moods
by Parveen Shakir
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
I long for the day when you'll be obsessed with me,
when, forgetting the world, you'll miss me with a passion
and stop complaining about my reticence!
Then I may forget all other transactions and liabilities
to realize my world in your arms,
letting my body's moods guide me.
In that moment beyond boundaries and limitations
as we defy the conventions of veil and turban,
let's try our luck and steal a taste of the forbidden fruit!
***
Moon
by Parveen Shakir
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
All of us passengers,
we share the same fate.
And yet I'm alone here on earth,
and she alone there in the sky!
***
Vanity
by Parveen Shakir
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
His world is so simple, so very different from mine.
So distinct—his dreams and desires.
He speaks rarely.
This morning he wrote: "I saw some lovely flowers and thought of you."
Ha! I know my aging face is no orchid ...
but how I wish I could believe whatever he says, however momentarily!
Day One of my wait
Should I call out to Fate
My Knight's new mission
Would surely last till after the intermission
Day Two I cried some more
My eyes were red and sore
Now life would mean crying encore
For the time when pain would be out in my store
Day Three showed a new dawn
No more will I be a pawn
I began to relish the smell of the lawn
For freedom asked me not to mourn
Day Four saw an emancipated spirit
No more pitiful and misfit
Now heavy boulders do I lift
Such is surely a God's gift
Day Five saw the return of my knight
He had with him a new sight
A maiden who gave me such a fright
Her agony, her bondage called for a new insight!