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MISS *****HEROE

by Robert Davidson

And They Thought She Had Missed Out On Love.

The called her an old maid
Said Maud never had the chance to test her virtue
Said she was like a pressed flower in a book.
But little did they know -
You just didn't boast about it when she was young.

As she moved in the garden
She touched a crocus - its little golden phallus pressing the air
And allowed her mind to flicker
Amongst the tufts and wands of plants in the garden -
And that red curved thorn on the rose bush.

Suddenly there were images ... alternating in the dancing sunlight
The past popping up in embarrassing guise
Often with landslides of emotion.
'Did you sleep with him?' she heard them ask.
'Well, you have to when there's a war on,' she had said.

And then there was that Senator
Had a heart-attack whilst on the job
And died astride
Her dimpled milk-white knees.

Often she would find herself
Giving way to her inner nature after a few brandies
When naked as the monlight
She would wrestle with a young man in the garden
In an inferno of love.

One doesn't last forever, she had always thought
And I'm not as young as I was
And knew a spasm of relief she was still desirable.

And as she grew older
Lust continued in fantasy and dream
Dreams of flesh to be rubbed against flesh
And inserted into flesh.

And now as she sat alone in the garden
Little did they know
Her freckle-encrusted cleavage
Was bursting - bursting with unspoken love.

Copyright 2005
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MISS *****HEROE

Contributed by robertdavidson on Tuesday, 6th December 2005 @ 02:49:31 PM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry

MISS *****HEROE

by Robert Davidson

And They Thought She Had Missed Out On Love.

The called her an old maid
Said Maud never had the chance to test her virtue
Said she was like a pressed flower in a book.
But little did they know -
You just didn't boast about it when she was young.

As she moved in the garden
She touched a crocus - its little golden phallus pressing the air
And allowed her mind to flicker
Amongst the tufts and wands of plants in the garden -
And that red curved thorn on the rose bush.

Suddenly there were images ... alternating in the dancing sunlight
The past popping up in embarrassing guise
Often with landslides of emotion.
'Did you sleep with him?' she heard them ask.
'Well, you have to when there's a war on,' she had said.

And then there was that Senator
Had a heart-attack whilst on the job
And died astride
Her dimpled milk-white knees.

Often she would find herself
Giving way to her inner nature after a few brandies
When naked as the monlight
She would wrestle with a young man in the garden
In an inferno of love.

One doesn't last forever, she had always thought
And I'm not as young as I was
And knew a spasm of relief she was still desirable.

And as she grew older
Lust continued in fantasy and dream
Dreams of flesh to be rubbed against flesh
And inserted into flesh.

And now as she sat alone in the garden
Little did they know
Her freckle-encrusted cleavage
Was bursting - bursting with unspoken love.

Copyright 2005

Copyright © robertdavidson ... [ 2005-12-06 14:49:31]
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Re: MISS *****HEROE (User Rating: 1 )
by lostrelic on Tuesday, 6th December 2005 @ 02:54:46 PM AEST
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just like me spelling mistakes galore but other then that good write
r.m.wilder

Re: MISS *****HEROE (User Rating: 1 )
by Eternal_Dreamer on Tuesday, 6th December 2005 @ 03:15:02 PM AEST
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You know sometimes I gotta reread your work over before I actually fully understand it.
This was a deep somewhat sad write. You can always produce and deliver an awesome wrrite to keep your reader captivated from start to finish. Well done Robert. Always an enjoyable experience to read ur great work. Keep it up.
*hugs*
~sue~

Re: MISS *****HEROE (User Rating: 1 )
by robertdavidson on Tuesday, 6th December 2005 @ 08:20:19 PM AEST
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Please note

The title of this poem should be 'Miss *****heroe' but somehting went wrong when I posted it.

Robert Davidson.

Re: MISS *****HEROE (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Monday, 9th January 2006 @ 07:42:36 AM AEST
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U should be writing novels instead of poetry.
Such a beautifull work of art.
huggs, big smiles,
emy

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