Prudish Poems

A danish mermaid

The Danish Mermaid 
 
The famous mermaid of Denmark we know well 
a grey figure, the color of seals with breasts 
That was not seen as a threat to anyone's sensibility  
I have described the old mermaid, I didn't know
There was a new one, whose large, sexy **** had 
caused uproar among the female population in
the democratic kingdom of Denmark 
The spokesperson for women claims that women 
do not look that voluptuous and want the statue 
removed from public display, shielded from eyes 
of lust of men who know what, 22 years old
looks like in  hushed evening light
The women of power who run the charming land
have prudish tendencies and will not upset their
sisters showing what a young woman looks like
sexy and full of life

Self Blocking

You have blocked yourself as well
Not just only me
Take your time, I’m sure it tells
More than you can see 
And that troubled person who
Liked to give advice
May have find another true
Lover to surprise 
Possibly you think this way
Trashing me to bits
And I don’t know what to say
Cause I lack the wits
I would rather be a rat
Digging in your soil
But you blocked yourself from that
Personal turmoil
I would rather be unborn
In this cruel world
But I’m here to be torned
By your loving word
You have pulled a winning ticket
In the lottery of chances
And my ticket was a wicked 
Gallery of circumstances
Queen of spades can’t play it cool
In the game of hearts 
And whatever does the fool
He will fall apart  
Problem is, life carries on 
Gives another great last chance
Not to miss the prudish tone
And cartoonish arrogance
Now your time will never tell 
What it tells for me
Cause you blocked yourself as well
From my company.

Casting Off The Bow Line

Casting Off The Bow Line

Goodbye
my unwed darling
I’m married
to this dream

Freedom
calling out to me
betrothal thus
redeemed

Bachelorhood
a Siren’s calling
Feted tween
the sails

Truant winds
to act upon
Legends
tell the tale

Setting off
this final time
Rudder
in my hand

Truth when hoisted
up the mast
Liberty
— commands

(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)

So Imbued

Crime without sanction
honor among thieves
Tomatoes tomattos
prudish obscene

Rules as their written
intention entwined 
Good becomes bad
sight becomes blind

Credence engendered
by those so imbued 
A prince or a pauper
depends on your view

The world in a tailspin
no two think the same
the baby the bathwater
— praising the blame  

(The New Room: February, 2024)


Time Awaits

Not connected to 
the dollar

Courted
never wed

Engaged to no one
but himself

Making
his own bed

All fame and fortune
lost to fate

Constancy
of mind

Whose future readers
time awaits

His legacy
— to find

(The New Room: February, 2024)

What a Woman Wants

“All a man really wants, is a girl who looks good in a bikini.”—Jack Freestone

All a “man” really wants is a “girl”
who looks good in a bikini?
All a woman wants is someone
who really doesn’t care, or is it
just to feel warm sea-side air
caress her chest instead of nylon
and play once again, summer child,
outside a body of which she’s too aware,
alive in movements unbound by eyes
and unweighted by prudish gravity,
to wade into the froth of waves breaking wild
around her, an improvised dance that swirls
in cadence to life’s rhythms, wise
to no man’s guile, unresponsive to his gambit.

Namazi

Me prudish tun bara wada namazi,
Me jhota makar tun ilm deen gazi.
Note.Ab khush tumhara tareef kiya?

Once It's Over and Done

Once freedom vanishes down the broader way 
And shoulders start to droop, sore backs are sure to pay
Once fingers grip and dig, then lust for a stronger hold
Hearts tend to falter and “ The Titled” become prudish and bold

Weakness welcomes the pride of a wicked, controlling state
Men strive to mask the policies, hiding conditions they already hate
Standing to yield to corruption with a hand that salutes the brow 
Risking their future to tow the line, and only if the governor allows

Once it’s over and done, freedom will never again revive
It's like a mean bronco bucking high, many find it hard to ride
Once it’s over and done and a great country looks back on the vote
Memories coveted from another time when people weren’t ordered to cope 

Words spoken by the insane yet, passing over with hardly a wink
The trainer repeats his message, the chain breaks at the weakest link
Lies and deceit are sure to wear and unravel like a ball of twine 
But the damage is done, all is lost, given over to a reprobate mind

Sign of the Times

Two young nudists went to lie down and bask
Along came a cop who took them to task
Thought they broken the law
For basking in the raw
Then the cop said" you're not wearing face masks"...

The nudists thought it was some kind of jest
Both cursed the cop and started to protest
Reinforcements were called
The nudists were appalled
When they were charged and placed under arrest...

They were both before the judge the next day
To the young nudists he had this to say
"Maskless face is a crime
So you will both do time"
They got four years and were taken away...

And two more from Belle Bellevue

Wonder if the cop's prudish or a creep
Who just couldn't resist taking a sly peep
Was the mask excuse
To get a good view
Does he count naturists when he can't sleep.

Four years is too long for not wearing masks
Who the devil pays their keep one might ask
We all well know who
It's us, me and you
Free bed and board, it's not bad for a bask.


 Written 15th August 2021

An Unlikely Romance

Unlikely
this romance between
Miss Cricket
and stodgy
Buddy Biddle, so stagnant
set in his ways, stuck

While Cricket
eighty-nine years young
dances rings
around him
full of impish energy
mischievous antics

He proposed
but Miss Cricket won't
marry him
knows better
she's outlived countless lovers
and won't be tied down

She's having
way too much fun- so
fancy-free
no one to
boss her, tell her what to do
woman on the loose

Anyway
he's too old for her
'though only
eighty-four
he can't keep up or begin
to understand her

And he has
hang-ups about sex
proper, prim
prudish ways
appalled at her passionate
kisses, advances

Waggish grin
wild, irreverent
she enjoys
shocking him
with outlandish behavior
incorrigible

Some days he
says he can't take it
she's too much
gone too far
with her pranks- but he gets so
lonely without her

And 'though he
hates to admit it
life is dull
without her
she makes things interesting
by being herself


(NOTE: Although I listed this as a Free Verse, it is actually in Shadorma form...)

Feminine Rhymes

Though few of us "sigh like furnace 
with ballads made our mistress's eyebrow" 
these days . . . 
a poem is still as good as a bunch of flowers 
when it comes to expressing our feelings 
about a lady we like. 
A poem is rather like a woman, come to think.
A good poem may have a pleasing form, 
or by inner virtues compensate for this. 
A good poem does not reveal too much at once 
But leaves a lot to imagination's powers. 
Rather it teases without being coquettish. 
It is reticent but not prudish, 
for a poem that gives nothing away 
may well end up on the shelf. 
A good poem is not unapproachable, remote, 
like some model with a past. 
Too much logic jars in poems, too. 
Smooth rhymes can be a shade too glib.
A good poem saves from complacency 
Without haranguing day and night. 
It can, of course, be taken to bed. 
It wife-like serves us food for thought 
and tells home truths with good intent.

Other Side of Love

Ever since I loved you
I wished to be your only
wished to see your face every morning
wished to make known to the world of our love
wished to wake up everyday with you in my bed
wished to associate you with every bit of success
wished to love you and love you for ages
wished to appoint you queen 
to run the castle of my life
wished, wished, wished and
wished for everything good as it were you
thought I was supercilious for for having you
wished it were long
but then long is not forever
but then my wishes
yet to turn into a dark horse
for me to ride
you and I 
world apart
with infatuation
making me prudish
inchoate ideas in your mind
a dweeb you consider me
root of your decision
if its love, we are living a lie

Tongue Twister Time

Tongue Twister: Porcupine Pete parted paths with prude Prissy, pineapple paramour. 

Passion possessed Porcupine Pete
Up in the pineapple patch
Because with vision myopic,
From afar, he suspected
That pretty porcupine Peggy
Pined for a tined paramour.
Thus, in a sharp, prurient rush
(Oh, how his prickles perked up)
Pete failed to perceive it wasn’t
Porcupine Peggy he poked.

When the tryst had played out
Pete discerned he’d pricked Prissy,
Pineapple prickly and prudish,
Who sternly refused to elope.
Thus Prissy’s path with Pete’s parted,
Spurned porcupine unwitting
That Prissy a pin cushion birthed.
Then that poor single mother,
Toiling hard as a pineapple,
Was pushed to life on the Dole.


November 3, 2016
Tongue Twister Time Contest
Mystic Rose

Italian Prudery

Hisham Melhem
insists it must be either us or them
that prudish box
such a peculiar contrast to those Berlusconi jocks.

Her Longing Heart Seeks Love's Relief

Her Longing Heart Seeks Love's Relief	
  
         Pretty young lady, my how you steal the show 
how many admiring eyes look back at you? 
Perhaps a secret admirer is gazing back you know  
longing to be in your private booth too. 
        With that handy fan hiding your shy smiles 
you're features are an enticing mystery.
Clever use of your female charms or wiles 
denying him such an early discovery. 

What of the high stage, you alone dare grace, 
could your setting look more like a throne, 
or your beauty reveal more of a loving face, 
while desiring you, should he walk out alone? 

Alas! Society restricts such daring bold acts. 
Yet, a longing mind can always find some way,  
to defeat the prudish rules society enacts  
she's sure there's time to steal away to kiss and play!

Robert J. Lindley, 1- 10-2016

Painting number six
Poem number six,  Ekphrasis (rhyme)
Inspired by- the painting
(Theater, by Mary Cassatte 1879)
Debbie Guzzi's 10 for 10 challenge
Ekphrastic: Writing on Art and Art on Writing  [this site ACCEPTS reprints] http://www.ekphrastic.net/submissions.html

Fountain of Youth---The Geriatric

This Shepherd boy hath long lost his flock,
Daydreaming in a daze
Not a thought I gave to the Time on the clock-
For those are the prudish ways!
Live in joy and merriment,
A Happiness without end? Ha!
I could never be more content
Than to have my Youth again!

My Piece of Mind a New Begining

4th December 2011 ,sernabatim,Gois shack,
By Sashi .Prabhu(ZEAUOXIAN)

Calm waters come engulf my scorching mind,
Pour yourself in through my eyes, burning embers find.

Fumes of devilish sorrows, be engulfed so fast,
  Peace to look forward to, wash away memories of the past.

Tranquility drench your serenity into me,
Happiness corrode my skin and char it with peace to be.

Entwine your auric wings of joys around my heart,
Ooze from it pink flames, so darkness depart.

Edify myself with joys of life
darkness gone , light piercing through like a sharp prudish knife.

Welcome to my body all joys and peace,
Let it override the ebbing currents dwindle and decrease.

a new year dawns a new begining,
i will take it on my chin......

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