"virtuously" poems
Even the walls have their ears,
Although they are nonliving,
****** cries were overheard,
Easily by the walls themselves,
**** sounds of **********
Deflowering the young wife,
Roping in spies for the purpose,
Opening the ***** so delicate,
People so enjoy overhearing,
Pretty sights shine right upfront,
In their addiction to **** time,
No secrets remain virtuously,
Good habits are hard to develop.
May 29, 2017
May 29, 2017 at 9:49 PM UTC
Eyes red, face calm
Body lax, clenched palm.
Dollish smile, extends long
Anger right, owner wrong.
Frustration grows, sincerely yours
Practicing good, eroding shores.
Instigated ire, complicated time
Virtuously joyed, conditional chime.
Oct 7, 2012
Oct 7, 2012 at 11:54 PM UTC
Perhaps gratitude;
blessed by an
all telling moon,
dragging such subconscious
thought, to the surface
could suffice.
A momentary crisis
this poet; elegiac in mood,
amour propre; a deadly
reliance upon dragons
caged by their own
circumstance.
Blowing fire,
but not until
seductively, their
deviled selves
masqueraded;
abounding self pity
virtuously disguised,
lachrymose stories.
"Come a little closer..."
she was told.
Trusted, naive girl,
bitten, burnt
touching, hand in fire.
"This time will be different."
she was told.
And,
the girl, lost, in
bubble dreams, born
of, raging storms
believed; that love was true.
This princess of,
masochistic pain,
nothing blood red,
gushing, just
invisible violence.
*"Believe me when I say;
you're the best I've ever had."*
she was told.
Vertigo; medicated
by love, sailing back to
shore, cutting the rope
knife in hand, promised lands.
Scenes of lamination; screams;
she forgot...
The moon dropping low,
honey dew, stars flew -
she awoke,
to the knowledge of,
all her subconscious knew;
whispering;
"The dragon resided in only you."
© Sia Jane
Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 12:29 PM UTC
I walk alone
Purposefully,
I rest afar
From home.
These aching bones,
Debride me of such woes
And deliver restitution
Of with what I was born.
Painless, happiness,
Life without sorrow
Free from fortune.
To live as I was young
But with the benefits of growing old.
Bless me with that gift of insight
And provide me with good experience,
That I might grow & blossom.
Into the butterfly & not the buzzard,
Into the dove & not the eagle.
From the deserts & the mountains,
From mediterranean to peninsula.
Let me walk away
From the affairs of the needy,
Who have their fill
And are even fat because of it.
Let me walk away
From the affairs of the greedy,
Who can't stomach more
But make room by vomiting.
Let me walk away
From the affairs of the seedy,
Who have good families
But can't keep to themselves.
Let me walk away
From the affairs of the piety,
Who possess nice quarter
But must room in others'.
Let me walk away
From the affairs of the ******
Who know what is wrong
But still freely engage in it.
I walk alone
Afar from home,
I rest purposefully.
Painless, happiness,
Life without sorrow
Free from fortune.
For the sake of wisdom, virtuously.
For the sake of virtue, wisdomously.
Modest & humble.
Feb 13, 2025
Feb 13, 2025 at 12:19 AM UTC
Her arrival is subtle
yet so enchanting....
never the clock else the calender
can ever enslave her.
Yet her arrival is painfully shattering
...the mind trying
to stop her in despair
and heart aching
to embrace this maiden fair.
She arrives and with her come
the fascinating dreams
the engulfing passion....
the frightening terror
.the whole rainbow of emotion!
The heart is conquered and the
mind encroached.
Yet her song is sheer melody..........
her love virtuously true..........
her beauty virginally pure....
her passion valiantly brave..
her touch passionately soft.
She possesses you completely
and .....she your precious ....possession!
May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 9:13 AM UTC
" I aggregate to you of all that is relevant in my life,
I gild to love you as if you were sweet roses or gemstones,
Effulgence love of mine was she as sure as the moon above,
I love you as certain somber things are in need of love,
As ships of all sizes sail away to their distant shores enclave
Earthly we live up to life is sometimes encumbered by love,
No matter how hard winds brandish my perplexed soul,
Every breath I take will be a memory of my effulgence of her,
I love her without knowing how or where she might be,
I love her virtuously without elaboration or peace of mind,
There always will remain a secret adumbration in our souls
That secret window that will aggregate effulgence of love,
Cataclysm of passion a defense procures to my sensibilities,
I love you as the flowers we await for the spring to blossom,
Solid fragrance within ferries in itself the light of hidden flowers,
I must not give way to despondency of hydrophobia of your love,
But only to the effulgence of mine love thereof towards thee”
By Andrew Guzaldo 05/05/2019 ©
Jun 5, 2019
Jun 5, 2019 at 2:24 PM UTC
is it better
to be
virtuously
fake or
authentically
ugly?
Jan 6, 2020
Jan 6, 2020 at 8:46 AM UTC