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Virgin
A young lady is dainty in disguise
Reading a book of love with that blank look
Nothing is prettier than a girl who giggles
Underwear lost between a passage of a line
Somewhere between puberty and a smile
She remains the same unblemished, undefiled
And just as simple
Like aspirin in a bottle with no pills in it
Vacant as the vessel that she is
Empty as a bed with no pillow
No one around to testify
No need to swallow any lies
Being void of pleasures
There is no shame
Vacuous and estranged
With the same effect remains
Engaged in her perfection
Behind mysterious eyes of youth
Lust lies, burns inside, untouched
Behold the beauty in her red dress
Lights go off and so does it
No secrets left inside the heart
There is nothing left to see of worth
Or sacred between the sheets and mattress
Or more delicious than a mistress in a sin
Soft skin and innocence
Little Miss is wrapped in her virginity
Wears a red badge of courage on display
A mystery worth having if just for pleasure
She knows her way around a man
Avoids kisses at every twist and turn
Into old age where hope evaporates
Purity clings on to every pore of her sweet nature
Fades, broken, a spell of imperfection cast
But still she keeps her socks on in the dark
When sleeping
Dreaming of extra layers of silk to comfort her
To keep her warm, insulated, never penetrated, violated
As she pretends to celebrate celibacy like woman might
Beauty and body, an image that runs dry
A reflection on a lovely vision twisted
The young virgin does not exist in every picture
According to the people she was with
Those who assist her in protecting the perception
A celebration, a witchcraft of celibacy
A practice of which is just imagined for one day
He held the door for the young lady who smiled at her son
Just in time for the young guy to see as he soon had to run
Putting a dollar in the mans jar this was noticed by a passerby
As he wouldn't go that far for in this kind act he couldn't deny
He stopped at the stop sign signaling the elderly woman to go
That she was slow was fine for it was only patience he would show
She waved to say thank you as he slowly went by and on his way
And then what that woman would do in making someone else's day
In finally getting to the register the young girl seemed under such stress
Touching her hand and saying to her, God does not see your life as a mess
In heading back out to the door the young girl said let me get that for you
The little boy behind her in the store well he just learned something new
Just like ripples in the pond each one was started by one simple act
For it is what will happen beyond that only the Lord above can track
So cause some ripples of your own and don't be shy about it
Only to yourself let it be known after all it only takes a minute
I didn't always adhere to the warnings of the experts
who declared nothing beyond time-outs should be used
to correct a child’s behavior—that parents must not,
even temporarily, take away a toy or a privilege OR
use “psychologically damaging” responses like
“What you just did was bad”!
When you, as a teenager, fought me at every turn,
when you despised me--or seemed to--
the experts' words came back to haunt me.
Still, I continued on my chosen path and tried
not to reveal how defeated and helpless I felt.
While the renowned psychologists were saying,
"The teenager's privacy must not be violated,"
I was watching you, not always from afar.
When, in spite of me, you began accomplishing a degree
privacy at the tender age of 14, you hid from me, opting
to use that freedom to forge risky relationships
that alienated you from those who really cared.
Over time, something beautiful happened.
You metamorphosed into a fine young lady.
As a parent, you have neither punished severely
nor spoiled your children. You've limited
their privacy and kept hold of the reins.
As they sneer at you and rebel, you wonder,
as I once did, If you've taken the wrong route.
I can't verbally assure you that you haven't.
I can't give you an encouraging embrace.
Perhaps I did enough while I was there.
January 1, 2019, entered in Emile Pinet's Free Verse Style Poetry Only contest,
placed 2nd
February 4, 2019, entered in Chantelle Anne Cooke's Favorite Free Verse Contest
It was the Halloween Ball
In the season of the fall
A mysterious bachelor called
To the attention of us all
The biggest mansion party
The cooks food is hearty
The host is definitely tardy
For most of his own party
The musicians play the last dance
The men try to romance
But don't stand a chance
For the host is here! They glance
To a man dressed in black wear
In Old Spanish attire bare
The women began to stare
For he was a young stallion, a Mare
From a top the stairs he walks
The ladies gather to stalk
The man who doesn't talk
Like birds they came in flocks
He wore black clothes and a red sash
White trim and a black mask
To find a dancer is his task
But who will he ask?
The only girl not drawn to attention
Is sitting alone no words to mention
He takes her hand There is no tention
Soft as a doves wings a cool sensation
The proceed to the middle of the floor
She doesn't know what's in store
A lot of musicians come in..there is more!
Some of them rich, some are poor
He takes his tunic off then starts
The music is written from the heart
The stand at attention far apart
Then the solo with the silver harp
The drum beat starts going
They come together emotions flowing
His risque' dance he is showing
To her mind he is boasting
They move and dance like magic
For five minutes the song's romantic
The crowd watching in motionless static
The songs end was very tragic
The last beats were hard to miss
They drew close and started to kiss
For her it was a mystical bliss
His every movement caressed her lips
The awkward silence he starts to leave
The young lady can hardly breathe
She starts to faint...she can't see
The wings appeare and she falls asleep
The girl awakes in her bed it seems
In her school clothes it was only a dream
The sound of water foils the scene
Her eyes still blurry it's hard to see
She wanted this for real
Her heart is sealed
Then fate will have to deal
Her new loves appeal
She notices something on the ground
It's the wings and mask she found
And a CD blank is bound
She puts it in and the sound...
Is the unforgettable song
It was to her so long
But there was something wrong
Where did this come from?
In the CD case is an Old Engligh letter
It said "Undoubtedly for the better
I am gone with the weather
Your kiss I will always remember forever and ever
Form:
Boss lady, coral crow, white bow.
Ergotamine, eyes, even flow.
Admiration, aeon, although.
Magnificence, rill. Run red row.
Faces of twilight, strange you seem.
Poisonous plight, thy furthest dream.
Resonance, in my heart you burn.
Chaos, circumstance, cleaver, churn.
Thrum, O creation. Cold to hot.
Ride on a live wire, red robot.
Automaton, thy vengeance. When?
In-between days, heartbeat and hen.
Clock innards, wind with discord weird.
Viper, the verge. Vertigo, veered.
Venom suck deep into thy pits!
Quickly take aim and fire the blitz.
Yelm, yester-tempest, yieldless, yawn.
Yellowback yedda, line the lawn.
Moreover, mindlessness, melee.
Dark are the floodlands here and grey.
Reckless, realism, recondite.
Dissonant discord, side with spite.
Slight, said the covenant ark, amiss:
Reeks of the sword-flame. Black abyss.
Triumphant tympani, thy boom!
Blood on the boulder seals thy tomb!
Olive branch, thy leaves are a book.
Young lady, tantric magic? Crook.
Nook of the chimney, yellow smoke.
Be thou the punchline, I the joke.
Catabothron, thy winding ways.
Cornflower highways, be a maze.
My lil lady is sorrowful thinking of what she's done
She calls me whimpering wanting to come home
The psychiatric hospital full of its treatments
Still can never understand the deep darkness
I too been there and sometimes find my way back
To a hate of oneself and why feeling good I lack
I wanna hold her and comfort her to be alright
But im only a mother not a doctor in this fight
I try and give her the mental tools I've used
To help her through this hellish self abuse
I explain its roots with addiction from pain
She says she's numb needs comfort again
But her security blanket is dangerous overall
I will forever dread getting one last call
Of those lights she was seeing being a last time
I ever get to hold her and remind her of life
I hate passing on this mental reaction
Mixed up chemicals our brains are lacking
If one thing i can do in life is hold her hand
With my guidance through this terrible storm
I gladly will do my best to be side by side her
In this maze we will help each other find there
A door once popped open leading me out
Im going back in to save my child from doubt
Why cant you see me anymore,
Why cant you feel me.
I still want you ,need you, miss you.
But you keep turning away.
You don't take your time with looking into my eyes anymore.
You need to stare a little longer, dive deep through them to reach my soul.
But you dont, you just don't.
I still am the young lady you met 10 years ago.
But i, just like you ,got lost in my daily routine, like a helpless child in a grey forest, feeling cold and confused.
Running in circles waiting for you to find me, to guide me to the green fields with the beautiful wild flowers,
where we used to run, play and explore our erotic senses me and you?
I still am that passionate woman,
In need of your touch,
But you are always busy and i work too much.
I still am that little young girl that wants to be spoiled by you,
But you only see the wife in me, like some duty to do.
I'm only a shadow of a mother to your children, not the red hot light once your desires have been longing to.
Good morning ,good evening,good night ;lets sleep.
Where did the words vanish ,of meanings so deep.
I miss you but i need you to miss me too.
And release me from this feeling like i wasn't worth of even trying.
Cant you see l'm grieving!?
With invisible tears, believe me i AM crying.
If you are longing for passion then please start to explore
somebody who has been sleeping right next to you ,
since ten years or more.
I need to feel wanted so i can give you
what no other women on earth could ever do.
Just be really here with me when you are there,
and when you kiss me then don't just kiss me.
Kiss me like it would be the last kiss.
Kiss me as if without that kiss you wouldn't be able to survive.
Kiss me as if love and hope were depending on us both to keep them alive.
Depending on ME and YOU.
Why young lady are you singing
Everything in this world has turned upside down
Wherever I look all I see is sadness
I can't think of any reason to exhibit such cheer
Lord only knows how much we have all suffered
Lame men and women are now walking the street
Please sir do not be quick to judge
All that we have today we will share and give
Rare are the moments that we can be happy
Today let the gloom stay away from this place
Yesterday before the soldiers came we knew peace
Life has a way of taking what was given
I know these days won't soon be forgotten
Killers can't be allowed to say the final word
Enough I say why not choose to be hopeful
True what you say but it isn't easy
How will I get the pain out of my mind
Even my shouts are weak little whimpers
Realistically things they seem so bleak
Enemies are out there waiting oh what can we do
Sound the drums and ring the bells
Now we will defeat them with celebratory sounds
Open the floodgates joy will overcome them
Test your faith and let the bagpipes roar
One by one the enemy defeated
Men and women we impart them our strength
Open the gates invite them all in
Rest assured we will know how to win
Run with the wind wings of conviction
On this day this war will be won and
We will party like there is no tomorrow!
For Julia Wards Contest
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In the late 60's in 'the second city', on the south side at 43rd and Calumet, there stood a mission center to reach out to drug addicts and alcoholics
I recall there was a young lady 18 years of age and addicted to heroin And there was 'Shaky' on Calumet who left the program prematurely
I'd say to myself, "I don't see how he can last much longer out there" Once, I was confronted on the street by an angry and threatening man
But just in time, a good Samaritan came to my defense and rescued me He forced the angry man to tone down, to move on, and leave me alone.
I continued my mission in spite of my fears and inhibitions. I confess; I was afraid in the valley of the shadow of death. But in spite of my fear, the Lord was with me with rod and staff. Nearly 50 years ago, God sent someone, maybe an angel in disguise, to stand on my behalf. A college student studying for the ministry, I could have been name 'Shaky'. I cannot say that my faith presently is so strong that it destroys my fear. But I can say that God's grace disallows my fear to destroy my faith. My fear said, "Leave this area"; my faith said, "Trust and stay".
For the longest time, she was known as 'The second city'. But for me, she was and always will be 'My first city'. She is one most beautiful that I once knew. From a teen I lived, learned, and loved her for years just a few. There were times I feared her, but left her not for fear. She robbed but never abused or beat me, but yet I love her still.
A very bold one in character, but she is also on the windy side and cold. Although I left Chicago, the truth is that she remains in my heart and soul.
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I am the sunshine
I am the rain,
I am the pleasure
I am the pain!
Angry young man,
I am your last puff
of the day's first cigarette,
I am your first sip of life
from the golden peg!
Young lady,
I am your first kiss-
your ornamental love bites
which you touch,adore
and share with the mirror!
I am the teardrops
silently flowing down
the cheeks of a mother,
I am the emphatic joy
of a man,who has just
become a father!
I am the first gush of air
into the lungs of a newborn,
I am the last grasping breath
of a helpless,drowning man!
I am the dream,
that of a martyr
lost ,grounded and never to fly-
I am the National Flag
flying high in the blue sky!
I am all these,present everywhere
may be a little more or less,
I am even in all your hearts
search and you will get my trace!
© kash poet
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