Early Works - The Virgin Maiden
The virgin maiden weeps
beneath a white sheet
after acting vicious and wild
when her boyfriend wanted
to give her his child,
but as you weep
oh; virgin maiden
you next time
might not be of him afraid.
Date Unknown
poem by David Harris
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Trinity
The crone presides, the mother serves.
The maiden’s waiting in the wings,
each holds she place that she deserves.
The Moon Goddess still pulls the strings.
The fates decide the time for change
then each moves on to higher things
The power structures re arrange.
The aged crone has earned her wings.
The mother then becomes the crone,
the maiden takes the mothers place.
The elders meet to choose the one.
The new maiden who will replace.
The maiden who is now mature.
She is selected carefully.
They must be absolutely sure.
She understands she is to be
untouched a virgin set apart
There is so much she needs to learn
enough to daunt the stoutest heart.
It is an honour she must earn.
The mother maiden and the crone.
Represent the Moon Goddess,
they act together as though one.
The Goddess’ wishes to express.
Each of them must serve their turn
as maiden, mother then as crone
and from their predecessor learn.
The secrets hitherto unknown.
26-Dec-07
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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The Unicorn
In the land of make believe
lives a creature in the wild.
Sleek, white and beautiful to see,
I become again as a child.
I ride bare-back and feel the muscles
of this steed with a horn.
We ride through the clouds slowly
and a new morn is born.
I will tame his wildness and spirit
for I am still a virgin.
Chaste and still able to mount.
I have the power over him.
Unicorn, my unicorn I fear growing up
for surely I will fall in love
and maidenheads will be forgotten
and you will rise above
searching for another virgin maiden
to grab hold your horn in their hand.
And I will miss the ride we shared
in this wonderful magic land.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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For Sale
Gossip travels faster than you think,
But the case of this event is for your love!
And like virgin girls for sale.
Virgin girls for for sale,
And beyond the glass-wall of love to teach us;
But in the Month of Nisan i will remember the day of old.
A gaint-size egg!
And of the virgin girls put up for sale! !
But our sweet memories will last forever.
Shiny and new,
For it is set to vibrate;
But her last boyfriend played drums with her!
And today we have the virgin girls being put out for sale.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Melusine
At my windows the night weeps -
The night is mute, the wind probably weeps,
The wind, like a lost child -
What is it that makes him weep so?
O poor Melusine!
Like fire her hair blows in the storm,
Like fire passing clouds, and laments -
There for you, you poor maiden,
My heart speaks a still night prayer!
O poor Melusine!
poem by Georg Trakl
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Alaskan Balladry
Krinken was a little child,-
It was summer when he smiled.
Oft the hoary sea and grim
Stretched its white arms out to him,
Calling, 'Sun-child, come to me;
Let me warm my heart with thee!'
But the child heard not the sea,
Calling, yearning evermore
For the summer on the shore.
Krinken on the beach one day
Saw a maiden Nis at play;
On the pebbly beach she played
In the summer Krinken made.
Fair, and very fair, was she,
Just a little child was he.
'Krinken,' said the maiden Nis,
'Let me have a little kiss,
Just a kiss, and go with me
To the summer-lands that be
Down within the silver sea.'
Krinken was a little child-
By the maiden Nis beguiled,
Hand in hand with her went he,
And 'twas summer in the sea.
And the hoary sea and grim
To its bosom folded him-
Clasped and kissed the little form,
And the ocean's heart was warm.
Now the sea calls out no more;
It is winter on the shore,-
Winter where that little child
Made sweet summer when he smiled;
Though 'tis summer on the sea
Where with maiden Nis went he,-
Summer, summer evermore,-
It is winter on the shore,
Winter, winter evermore.
Of the summer on the deep
Come sweet visions in my sleep:
His
fair face lifts from the sea,
His
dear voice calls out to me,-
These my dreams of summer be.
Krinken was a little child,
By the maiden Nis beguiled;
Oft the hoary sea and grim
Reached its longing arms to him,
Crying, 'Sun-child, come to me;
Let me warm my heart with thee!'
But the sea calls out no more;
It is winter on the shore,-
Winter, cold and dark and wild;
Krinken was a little child,-
It was summer when he smiled;
Down he went into the sea,
And the winter bides with me.
Just a little child was he.
poem by Eugene Field
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Bitter truth be unknown
As long as you don’t know
That your wife is not virgin,
That she is not adulterous
And that your son is not yours
It is as good as
She is virgin, chaste and faithful.
Bitter truth better be unknown
18.03.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Krinken
Krinken was a little child,--
It was summer when he smiled.
Oft the hoary sea and grim
Stretched its white arms out to him,
Calling, "Sun-child, come to me;
Let me warm my heart with thee!"
But the child heard not the sea,
Calling, yearning evermore
For the summer on the shore.
Krinken on the beach one day
Saw a maiden Nis at play;
On the pebbly beach she played
In the summer Krinken made.
Fair, and very fair, was she,
Just a little child was he.
"Krinken," said the maiden Nis,
"Let me have a little kiss,
Just a kiss, and go with me
To the summer-lands that be
Down within the silver sea."
Krinken was a little child--
By the maiden Nis beguiled,
Hand in hand with her went he,
And 'twas summer in the sea.
And the hoary sea and grim
To its bosom folded him--
Clasped and kissed the little form,
And the ocean's heart was warm.
Now the sea calls out no more;
It is winter on the shore,--
Winter where that little child
Made sweet summer when he smiled;
Though 'tis summer on the sea
Where with maiden Nis went he,--
Summer, summer evermore,--
It is winter on the shore,
Winter, winter evermore.
Of the summer on the deep
Come sweet visions in my sleep:
His fair face lifts from the sea,
His dear voice calls out to me,--
These my dreams of summer be.
Krinken was a little child,
By the maiden Nis beguiled;
Oft the hoary sea and grim
Reached its longing arms to him,
Crying, "Sun-child, come to me;
Let me warm my heart with thee!"
But the sea calls out no more;
It is winter on the shore,--
Winter, cold and dark and wild;
Krinken was a little child,--
It was summer when he smiled;
Down he went into the sea,
And the winter bides with me.
Just a little child was he.
poem by Eugene Field
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Power Rangers Ninja Virgin
Oh Power Rangers
Oh Ninja Virgin
Let's go!
Sin in the wind
Go!
Rock your body like thunder
Oh Power Rangers
Oh Ninja Virgin
Let's go
Power Rangers
Oh Ninja Virgin
Let's go
The call is on
Their sweetness is cumming on strong
They'll do it in any kind of weather
Never say no
Ninja Virgin
Let's do it together
The arousal will grow
Go! Cum on! Let's go!
Power Rangers Virgin Go!
Power Rangers Ninja Virgin
Got me growing
It's growing!
Oh baby it's growing!
Go Power Rangers
Go Ninja Virgin
Let's go!
Sin in the wind
Go!
Rock your body like thunder
Oh Power Rangers
Oh Ninja Virgin
Let's go
Power Rangers
Oh Ninja Virgin
Let's go!
Oh Power Rangers
Oh Ninja Virgin
Let's go
Power Rangers
Oh Ninja Virgin
Let's go!
poem by Ramona Thompson
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Corrected News
'T was a maiden lady (the newspapers say)
Pious and prim and a bit gone-gray.
She slept like an angel, holy and white,
Till ten o' the clock in the shank o' the night
(When men and other wild animals prey)
And then she cried in the viewless gloom:
'There's a man in the room, a man in the room!'
And this maiden lady (they make it appear)
Leapt out of the window, five fathom sheer!
Alas, that lying is such a sin
When newspaper men need bread and gin
And none can be had for less than a lie!
For the maiden lady a bit gone-gray
Saw the man in the room from across the way,
And leapt, not out of the window but in
_Ten_ fathom sheer, as I hope to die!
poem by Ambrose Bierce
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Song of the Greek Amazon
I buckle to my slender side
The pistol and the scimitar,
And in my maiden flower and pride
Am come to share the tasks of war.
And yonder stands my fiery steed,
That paws the ground and neighs to go,
My charger of the Arab breed,--
I took him from the routed foe.
My mirror is the mountain spring,
At which I dress my ruffled hair;
My dimmed and dusty arms I bring,
And wash away the blood-stain there.
Why should I guard from wind and sun
This cheek, whose virgin rose is fled?
It was for one--oh, only one--
I kept its bloom, and he is dead.
But they who slew him--unaware
Of coward murderers lurking nigh--
And left him to the fowls of air,
Are yet alive--and they must die.
They slew him--and my virgin years
Are vowed to Greece and vengeance now,
And many an Othman dame, in tears,
Shall rue the Grecian maiden's vow.
I touched the lute in better days,
I led in dance the joyous band;
Ah! they may move to mirthful lays
Whose hands can touch a lover's hand.
The march of hosts that haste to meet
Seems gayer than the dance to me;
The lute's sweet tones are not so sweet
As the fierce shout of victory.
poem by William Cullen Bryant
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To control women
Goddess Athena is a virgin.
Mother Mary is a virgin.
Virgin state inspires your cults,
Your pride and your merits.
Virginity is a social invention
Designed by men to control women.
21.04.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Virgin's Dew
Virgin's dew reminds me of you
bathing in bond of lover's hue.
Virgin's dew, Le juste milieu:
when we're
'Here',
en France;
solving the green, red and gold.
Virgin's dew chains me to you;
'mordial mortal matrix,
duplicitous double helix:
alchemic sol et lune.
Virgin's dew tries me too...
how I put up with your husband and
all of his pitifully-insignificant whinings of
something which mercifully escapes me right now.
But virgin's dew endears me to virtue;
that giggling little girl I woke up with,
frolicking unashamed
in the mouth of our naked morning star.
Virgin's dew, my babe of the Babylon blue.
So 'deuscing and delicate, inspirate you:
Slut and my Savior;
'suaging, sagely screw.
Virgin's dew smells like you
sweating magic tears of pheromone
in the light of God's very own breath.
And virgin's dew fuels fantasies of you
when I'm all by my lonesome,
in sublimest, finest fucking form I
cannot help but possibly think of you.
Virgin's dew, my tailored taste of taboo:
kissing Rose Crosses with a feather of silk
on this begging body when I'm all tied-up.
Yes, virgin's dew still reminds me of you
when I'm not quite finished here yet;
savoring enigmatic, idiosyncratic,
mmm... samadhic you.
Virgin's dew, my confessor & confidant who
calls on God with my feeble name of something less;
I am not worthy of you.
Virgin's dew, so becuming of you:
my None and 0nly;
I Adore You.
Virgin's dew, how ever I love you too:
with every aching ounce of
my sun and bonum;
this day am I hopelessly devoted to you.
R andy Resh 1999
poem by Randy Resh
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My Fair Silver Maiden
Oh my fair silver maiden
I see your eyes in the stars that light the dark,
Your hair in the swaying summer grass,
Your smile in the majestic sunrise
Oh my fair silver maiden
Your scent is always on the next wind
Your sweet, intoxicating scent.
Oh my fair silver maiden
Tell me where you are
So that I might find you
And my heart be complete.
Oh my fair silver maiden
How I long for you
How I cry for you
How I search for you.
Oh my fair silver maiden
Always beyond the next wind.
Tell me where you are
So that I might find you
And my heart be complete.
Oh my fair silver maiden.
poem by Cameron Bird
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The Virgin's last breath
It is a morning calm and still
On the valley covered in lush green
The sun is creeping over the hill
The lilies of the valley in their full sheen
Scattered around in this picturque scene
Are yellow maringold and blossom white
And wild flowers fighting to be seen
Praising heaven for another daylight
Underneath a tall rainforest tree
Sit i quietly taking inventory
Of a brand new day so gay to see
But there is a hidden history
Six seasons rainfall cannot wash
Nor could six seasons wind sweep
Six years now, i will tell it afresh
For heaven still look down on men and weep
Here, not far, i swear, about six feet
Is the footpath to the village stream
Not far still, from where three roads meet
To the stream, to the farm, the last you wouldnt dare dream
Was the story of this virgin ever told
By them who saw her that faithful day
Here, on this valley, six seasons old
I will be telling it again today
'A sweet hapless innocent miss
So fresh in her maiden bloom
With swelling breasts, a delight to kiss
Had met her fated doom
What vile act of man, what shame!
What unspeakable evil, what dishonor!
Are the hearts of men so untame
In their arrogance and lustful nature'
With her earthen pot, on that lonely path
She made her way to the village stream
And the cold intuition of death
Was scarce in her wildest dream
But evil trailed her, with eyes unseen
And observed her close and carefully
Vile men looking rough and mean
Yet the sweet thoughted virgin sang cheerfully
Not beyond this familiar path
Did she take a step away
For upon this worn brown earth
She had trodden day to day
Anon, on that flowery field she did espice
Broken petals, trodden and bare
And softly to herself did she sigh
As she gathered them with tender care
'O crude fate! ' She began, 'unfair nature
O that what is done can be undone
What beauty is there if it cannot restore
What glows now, the next moment gone? '
Saying thus, to the broken petals intended
She watered them with her tears
But soon same fate upon her attended
Her tears gave way to thousand fears
As a beast circles round his hapless prey
They, in number-four upon her came
And the maiden's legs gave way
She stood transfixed and deadly lame
Her face turned cloudy white
Her heart pounding in a thousand fear
As one who beholdeth a ghostly sprite
She felt the sting of death looming near
She wished the earth would swallow her
She conjured the trees to be her guardian
She prayed the heavens to rescue her
To save her from this brutish men
But the earth made the bed for her woes
The heaven did not heed her distress call
The trees heard her painful groans
Yet saved her not from that virgin fall
O! foul dishonor to a virgin's grace
The rape of innocence, the death of purity
Which man covert with his evil face
Coverting thus, pluck with sheer impunity
Now, again and again, and again
The men voilated her, a virgin pure
Once filled, they began again
Ravaging her, once a - too many more
As the Grecian lords had vaquished troy
And scaled that wall, that gate so tall
These brutes upon the maiden employ
Breaching that chaste virgin wall
There On the field of blosom white
Were her sweat, tears and virgin blood
There, on that bright morning light
Her torn body laid so pale and cold
Is there a thing as tender men?
But civility in pretex man's ingenuity
At heart is man a selfish and jelous being
And brutish when it comes to feminity
'O! Broken petal, damaged rose, ' sorrowed she
'On this valley of shaddow of death
I become to man, a utility'
Anon! she heaved her virgin last breath!
poem by Okonkwo Osamedua. Allen
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White Sheet
White sheet resembles virgin bride,
unblemished, waiting tender hand
to st[r]oke the fire which out of hand
flares up in ph[r]ases to deride
conventions, rhyme schemes cut and dried.
Rhymed reasons often Time test stand
through feelings all may understand,
communication deep inside
soul sanctum which can't be denied
a share in wonderland while sand
still trickles, while the wedding band
runs circles round true love defied.
Both lover, writer, radiate
when, selfless, they communicate.
(1 March 1995 revised 16 October 2006 robi03_0750_robi03_0000 SXX_ILZ)
for previous version entitled Sheet see below
Each sheet is like a virgin bride,
Unblemished, waiting for the hand
That st[r]okes the fires that out of hand
Flare up in ph[r]ases that deride
Conventions, rhyme schemes cut and dried.
And yet rhyme's reasons Time's test stand
As feelings all can understand
Alliterate, can't be denied!
(1 March 1995)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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A Virgin
She was a virgin and,
Between her legs came something sweet;
She was a virgin and,
Out of her breasts came something attractive;
She was a virgin and,
Out of her body came something lovely;
She was a virgin and,
Out of her lips came something romantic;
Like her olive grove of love.
I have heard it said of you and,
Your sweet aroma makes me sleep all day;
For you have the great tree of love around you.
I will be by you always my sweet one,
And the laws of my peace is the laws of your love;
For you are like a call out of the midst of the cloud.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Virgin
I could tell you a fairytale,
Hold your hand oh so small and frail,
But these lies are to no avail
In these blues
I could give you security,
Protect your eyes from what you see,
But I cant give you a guarantee,
Win or loose
Just trust in my love now baby,
Ill show you whats wrong,
Oh this is all I can give you baby,
So sing this song, sing it, sing it
Oh, we are virgin,
Just as bright as the blinding snow
Oh, we are virgin
And we just dont wanna let go,
We are virgin
Your skin is new and your eyes are wide,
Dont let that evil get inside,
I know its hard to run and hide,
In these times
So hold your face to the sun today,
Ill take your hand and well walk away,
Show them all you dont have to pay
For these crimes
Just trust in my love now baby,
Ill show you whats wrong,
Oh this is all I can give you baby,
So sing this song, sing it, sing it
Oh, we are virgin,
Just as bright as the blinding snow
Oh, we are virgin
And we just dont wanna let go
And so if you go away,
Ill keep the fire burning,
Keep the fire burning all night
All through the wind and the rain
Ill keep the fire burning,
Keep the fire burning
Just trust in my love now baby,
Ill show you whats wrong,
Oh this is all I can give you baby,
So sing this song, sing it, sing it
Oh, we are virgin,
Just as bright as the blinding snow
Oh, we are virgin
And we just dont wanna let go,
We are virgin
song performed by by Spandau Ballet
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Misty-Eyed Maiden
Oh! Misty-eyed maiden!
Your lovely eyes laden with tears.
You weep for your unborn babes
As when Rachel weepeth for her children.
The hour cometh speedily
When your flowing tears
Will mingle with the dust
And be trampled under many feet.
'Twill be useless to cry then,
For men of great avarice
Doth ascend the thrones
Of this fallen world.
So then, cry on misty-eyed maiden;
Weep your heart out,
For soon 'twill all be over
And that terrible holocaust come!
poem by Enoch John
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Bad Boyfriend
I've got a fever
Come check it and see
There's something burning and rolling in me
We may not last but we'll have fun till it ends
C'mon baby be my bad boyfriend
I wanna hear you call out my name
I wanna see you burn up in flames
Keep you on ice so I can show all my friends
C'mon baby be my bad boyfriend
So ripe so sweet come suck it and see
But watch out Daddy I sting like a bee
I know some tricks I swear will give you the bends
C'mon baby be my bad boyfriend
My fever's rising you ran into luck
Say what sugar
You wanna get what?
I'm wanna give you one hundred and ten
C'mon baby be my bad boyfriend
It's wild the way you tease me
It's wild the way you free me
It's wild the way you reach me
Wrapped me up in your wire from the start
You've got the women waiting in line
I'm not asking you to make up your mind
But I can make you happy at least now and then
I've got something special for my bad boyfriend
If you can't love me honey go on just pretend
I've saved something special for the very end
If you can't love me honey go on just pretend
C'mon baby be my bad boyfriend
song performed by by Garbage
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Come Away My Heart
to thy madonna call
come away my heart
to thy maiden call
come away my heart
not to thy merchant call
come away my heart
when thy maiden call
come away my heart
bid all thy vile master farewell
when fate of man calls
i to my maiden my heart comes
to my maiden's call
come away my heart
poem by Atimiwoaye Adetunji dayo
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