Woman, high-heeled shoes
balancing on daily jolts
on platforms of life
Ps.I do not know why women do not comment my poems when i mention woman in my poetry..prudery maybe, modesty.... who knows ! I love all women ! salute and peace alkas
Categories:
prudery, adventure, allegory, allusion, analogy,
Form: Senryu
A GEM THAT TRICKS
A Aficionados of gems find this gem emerald by day,ruby by night
G Gem so rare and ravishing turns trickster in the light
E Embellishment in gold to adorn your beloved’s ring or pendant
M Mother Nature’s chameleon in stone, shiny and resplendent !
T This shares its status as June birthstone with cultured pearl and moonstone
H Hosts a magic show this pleochroic gem through its dramatic colour tone
A Alexandrite is this precious gemstone genuinely gracious sans prudery
T This mined in the Urals, named after Czar, seen in prized estate jewellery
T The ladies with pride can flaunt one stone as two, in day and in night
R Radiating green or purplish red matching their dresses with delight
I Invest once on this dear hubbies, it will save you from demand twice
C Chrysoberyl is the embedded mineral causing colour changes so nice
K Kaleidoscope of gems this is with vivid hues and healing energy
S Strengthens creativity and intuition as believed in astrology!
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Categories:
prudery, color, june,
Form: Acrostic
Hisham Melhem
insists it must be either us or them
that prudish box
such a peculiar contrast to those Berlusconi jocks.
Categories:
prudery, age,
Form: Clerihew
Depravity depravity
Are you moral’s declivity
Sweet libidinous enslavement on
Viewpoints collectivity.
Debauchery debauchery
A lewd and tempting witchery
It captivates imagination
And flagellates prudery.
Decadent decadence
Do not insult intelligence
You pervert the innocent
And corrupt resilience
©Michael Birchmore 2013
Categories:
prudery, life,
Form: Rhyme
From the womb we came,
corrupted by that interchange
of legs and and lust and waste
in daily passage, all a daily confirmation
of our origin and destiny
of birth and joy, and in the end
all cast aside, returning to the earth..
And, what to make of this?
Perfected paramecia we are,
who separated once, at length
gained our delight in conjugation,
celebration of the rite
that made us phallic little gods,
banged out the earth eons ago--
made her a goddess like ourselves.
We called her Gaia, ravaged her,
and finally at rest, slept in her arms
for an eternity--or so.
It was Diana who would break
the bonds of time, forsake
the solemn scribes who wrote
the canticle of man, and who
presumed to separate the evil
from the good. It was Diana
who called down the muses
from Olympus, bared her breasts,
and taught the spirit winds the art
of lust.
Diana was the one
who sang of God,
of beauty undefined
by penitence or prudery,
instead by every kind of love!
It is the Goddess of the Moon
that I extol, beyond the dust of Earth.
It is concupiscence
that I must celebrate, for that in her
becomes the piety of cherubim
who would never understand
the mystery of sin.
~
Categories:
prudery, philosophy,
Form: Free verse