The singer had sought to profess,
But thought it was better confess.
“I don’t know a thing
Of which note to sing,
I just sort of guess, more-or-less.”
Fake Modesty Is So
Obvious, But Often Used
Like A Gush Or A Blush...
And Hard To Pull Off
And LOOK Charmingly Cool.
Real Modesty Though,
Is Ambivalance? No,
Redirection, At Least...
What Entire Series Of
Guided Possibilities
Are We Supposedly
Responsible For?
A Tiny Grunt?
I Think Consciousness
Is Micro-Tubular Silly.
-Gray Squirrel
12-13-2025
She blooms alone where silence holds the sky,
A tender grace no daring soul has known.
Her gaze is soft, her head is held so high—
A queen within a quiet world, enthroned.
No boastful light, no cry for passing praise,
She walks beneath the noise, untouched, serene.
Her modest charm outshines the sun’s bold rays,
Yet fear keeps hearts from where her steps have been.
They see her not—the ones who look in fear,
For depth and calm are threats to shallow minds.
Unloved, not for her lack, but crystal-clear
Strength wrapped in grace the insecure won’t find.
She is a bloom the world may not deserve,
Yet still she stands, with silence as her nerve.
Like a lone flower
in the silence of still air—
a graceful young girl,
modest in her quiet glow,
unseen by the insecure.
She blooms in still air,
where no footsteps dare to pass—
a shadow in light,
veiled in modesty and grace,
unclaimed by trembling hearts.
I'm bestowed upon you as a deeper shade of blue
One that's bright to light up your every view
Just allow me to show you my perception through the scopes lens
A purer glass made from all of our mistakes, learned from experience
Fortified strong from the sands of time
And completed with ash, embers of pine
So as the world continues to fade to gray
Know I'm on the outside, looking in on a colorful day
Modesty is not
Dresses and scarves
But action and thought
Gentle and measured.
I wear a satin scrunchie
On my wrist, it reminds me
I am fearfully and wonderfully made.
There is strength in softness
I do not hide the beauty of femininity.
As my scrunchie is kind to my skin,
So am I in word and action.
I refrain from idle gossip
And do not speak ill of
my family, friends and neighbours.
If I slip in word or thought,
I adjust my scrunchie
And quietly try again.
Modesty antedates clothes and will be resumed when clothes are no more. (Mark Twain)
When Adam donned his fig leaf
Was a sense of decency assumed.
When sons of Adam
Again find it cute
To be comfortable
In their birthday suit
Will simple modesty be resumed.
Become a (wo)man of peace.
Help the world, be content.
It isn’t up to governments.
Celebrate your free heart
in grateful virtue and
with modest speech.
Soothe the ever angry,
invite them in and dare trust;
be proud equals not at odds.
With new friends welcome,
double joys by sharing,
save the planet by being happy.
Modesty is no virtue
when it comes to love.
Love should be worn
brightly~ daily! Nightly!
Shouted loudly! – Boldly!
Let love's many voices
Sound~ Rebounding heart-felt
joyful echos –
Sing love's lovely delight!
Shake the earth with
together vibration; let the
universe hear love's clear
clamor – let fly amorous
moon-beams – let stars' starry
eyes open wide to the sweet
dear call of comforting nestle –
let love be the body's spiritual
vessel
All depends on love's, dreamy,
gleam-y, creamy honey flow –
the child, needing love if
healthily, affectionately to grow –
the blossom needing love if
to dazzle, wink, make flowery show –
love must be freed, if love
to charmingly glow...if a heart
to ever another heart intimately
know –
What’s the problem do you suppose
With the English Male and naked toes?
It must be there deep in the mind
But every year you will find
Chalk white male legs on display
At the merest hint of a sunny day.
But try as hard as you might
there’s scarcely a naked toe in sight;
Perhaps they think the ladies shocked
At sandalled feet openly unsocked.
Ah, that’s the problem I suppose,
The effect on ladies of naked toes.
So in defence of modesty’s cause
We display our emotion just in doors;
there’s no place for man’s naked feet
On public display in an English street
a smile from you
and i blush in every colour
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
I
The Poems I didn't write
Are words that sit tight
In throat, trials, every fight
Between Beloveds
II
She told others but just not him
His loving, living, quarreling
Were poetry in motion, a ring
Of words binding
Finger, hand, heart
III
Imagine a world, a family, couples ...
Who spoke the poems of life & love?
Modesty where has it gone
Does it no longer exist
Are there no boundaries now
Is morality on the blacklist?
Everything on display
For all the world to see
Oh ,how times have changed
In the world of modesty
Young girls in early teens
Dressed so scantily
Unaware of the effect
Of the message being perceived
Some parents just not parenting
No words of inappropriate dress
No advice or guidance given
On simply being modest
I know the world has changed
For the better in equality
I just wish we could encourage
A little more modesty!
Miss Modesty Marvel was indeed a great soul
True to her name and bearing : perfect
Yes, in what she spoke and all she did
Treating with amity the hale, pale, odd or the morbid ;
With soft worded tone and visual charm would deflect
Any oncoming adversary or things foul;
Goodness is what goodness does aloft
In deeds, compassion, warmth ,ample and oft .
Being selfless ,she grew up doing her best
To console the crying and those in distress
Sharing her food and belongings the moment
She saw Misfortune slap the broken and bent ;
From her gleaming eyes the glow of hope express ,
Glided along the victim in the lost quest ;
Strange enough : good words do console
Even those who lose and forget their role
Such virtuous stars drop from the heavenly store
And like gems are found ,if sought to explore .
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