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Maria Delaney Poem
silk panties abandoned at the bedside
their presence proving to be a nuisance
phantom traces of a guilty secret
sounds of rustling linens, disturbed silence
a rite of passage struggles to unfold
nervous fresh ripe thighs, sweaty to the touch
disappearing, sweet childhood memories
innocence recklessly lost, only once
rising between them, pure lust and passion
regretful thoughts foolishly cast aside
devil's sin resonates with harmony
this appetite for desire can't be fought
embarrassed parting with an awkward kiss
I love you, never whispered, never missed
Copyright © Maria Delaney | Year Posted 2019
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Maria Delaney Poem
You Were Never What I Wanted
Why cast me as the villain
with your evil, insane lies?
Was it so reprehensible?
I permanently said, goodbye
Does the fact I’m no longer pretending, upset you?
My emotions, detached and nonchalant.
I tried to muster up the passion; you aren’t what I want.
Red eyes weep at the sounds of whispers,
anger rises amidst painful remorse.
intimate details paired with laughter
Still, I’ll remain on course
Although chaos fills the mornings,
I’m certain the moon will rise again at night.
I can‘t replace what breathes inside me,
I struggled to smother it, tried to fight.
It would have made my life much simpler,
maybe fixed what broke inside my mind
if I could have emulated your state of wanting
ceased believing lack of desire, is a crime.
Does my heartlessness, offend you?
Not that my dance card is marked, full.
You destroyed me with your rumors
this newfound freedom remains my will.
Copyright © Maria Delaney | Year Posted 2019
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Maria Delaney Poem
found my guilty conscience resting on the water's edge
Conscience inquired my reasons for being tardy
told my shame, “I’m not yet available for change”
"I won't wait forever to forgive," It responded.
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found my battered soul upon a mountain summit
Soul brought to my attention, “time's a ticking”
I listened to a litany of transgressions,
told my broken character, “this has to wait.”
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found my angry faith in a field of goldenrod
Faith reveals, “I haven’t heard your prayers”
Told my lost religion, “haven’t spoken to heaven in a while”
Faith wept, “Your heart is drowning”
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they found me in a forest, Conscience, Soul, and Faith
all three recounted, “you have obligations you’re ignoring”
told the abandoned trio, “I’m moving on without them”
my bruised spirit confessed, "we will never go away."
Copyright © Maria Delaney | Year Posted 2021
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Maria Delaney Poem
Are you a girl? Or are you a boy?
This answer still lies unknown.
Your sanctuary is the waters of my swollen belly
between us are skin and bone.
Will you bake mud pies in a make-believe stove?
Wear a frilly pink dress and Mary Jane shoes?
Don a big brim hat on top of your head,
Serving dollie tea, set for two?
Perhaps you’ll zoom by,
driving a push-peddle car,
sounding that little boy brrroom, brrroom noise.
Pretend to go on adventures to the wild wild west
fighting Indians with the other, cowboys.
It’s been so arduous to linger, wonder and wait.
I’m not partial to who’s, living within my womb.
My only desire ,may the Lord built you strong, my love.
Girl or boy, that mystery will unveil itself soon.
Copyright © Maria Delaney | Year Posted 2019
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