Maidenhead on a corpse: Conversation between lovers
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Maidenhead on a corpse: Conversation between lovers
Creeping into your bower,
Pleasuring with expense,
Sparing no innocent flower
Or shiny minted pence.
T’were some lovesick beggar
Who gave his soul for free,
Outdone by a leonine dandy
Peddling influence for a fee.
I creep inside your heart
Amid the nettling thistles,
Hiding among the brambles,
Of my limping love epistles.
Love this of yourself-
Fields of fallow self-reflection,
Give yourself away for cheap
In hope of fond affection.
Now who left your maidenhead
As on a cold corpse to me?
In all you love and cherish;
What is left for me?
It was all mine to give,
And though it may be free
It was for pleasure,
All I hoped Love to be.
[Blind tribute to Hugh Macdiarmad]
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June,
This was a mock up of Hugh Mcdiarmad's poem 'who been there before me lass.'
Sounds like something Nietzsche would say - the difference between mittleiden and mittfreuden (fellow suffering versus fellow rejoicing). It would be the fellow rejoicing that makes for good relations. Your thoughts are ancient, you are forever young and alive, you think on poetry.
Thanks June, as always something to think on- the ending must always be as good as the beginning for anything to be considered to be worthwhile. |
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Tell you what, best part of this was from the start till the end. That's not what I intended to say.
I just wanted to say that we cannot be judgmental. No one gives or comes cheap...it's that the destiny wills otherwise. The important thing is to cherish the shared and not lament. My age says this.
Some lovely lines and expressions there. And how I've always loved the meter and rhyme. Good work Jim. My best. J |
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| Mon hoots wee lassie, I am pleased you like it. Scottish poets wrote some crackers in dialect. Difficult to read as to understand the talk. Nonetheless, good topics to write upon: fidelity and value. Many people would agree; the best part of my poems are the endings. |
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| I LOVE THIS!!! Especially the ending, brilliant! |
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