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I LOVE A PROSTITUTE (Free verse) by Bhaskaryya Yes, I love a prostitute,
And whom are you brother
To dictate whom shall I love
And whom not?
Yes, I love a prostitute,
And she disarmed me
The moment I saw her first.
My fingers have touched the sacred
While feeling her cascading red hair.
Yes, I love a prostitute,
And in her eyes I can see
The twinkle of my unborn child.
She carries within her bosom
My unseen legacy.
Give me not that menacing look, O'brother,
For I know I'e loved an innocent soul
A soul as pure as the sublime waters
Across which only the purest could sail.
Yes, I love a prostitute
And today, I shall hesitate not
To return that wronged soul
Her rightful innocence and respect.
Yes, I love a prostitute,
But whom was it brother
Who made a princess lose her existence,
In the dreary world of prostitution.
Come here and gaze with me
At the ever flowing holy waters
And you shall find your answer.
But brother, move no closer,
It' no longer for you to touch.
Up the ladder:
Captured
Down the ladder:
Waiting On A Friend
Votes: (green: user, blue: anonymous)
Arithmetic Mean: 6.5
Posted: November 7, 2005 9:15 PM PST; Last modified: November 7, 2005 9:15 PM PSTWeighted score: 5.4034123 Overall Rank: 3136 Comments:
Well written. Get rid of the inversion (I shall hesitate not etc) and the I'e whatever that means and the whom. You are quite the precocious talent.
1) You can't love someone by wanting to return her innocence and respect. That means you love someone with innocence and respect who she is not - yet.
2) You can be pretty sure she doesn't love you. Or even feel you, technically.
That aside, I'm with richa. Precocious.
Thanks a lot for commenting. "Prostitute' here was more inclined toward Mary Magdalene. There are few more metaphorical elements within the poem (including the structure too) but I guess that's for the reader to figure out! :)
There's no concrete evidence to support Mary Magdalene was even a prostitute. It's just as likely she was the mother of The Christ's child that is if you choose to be at the other gullible end of the spectrum. Hey, I've come to realize that just about every Indian (is that the right term) I've met has had a better english vocabulary then most southerners. I myself don't know a damn word of indian.
Yes, I understand that. As far as Mary Magdalene goes, I'll go ahead and guess you love the redeemed Mary Magdalene, and not Mary Magdalene while she was actually whoring. I don't think it's fair to call her a prostitute after her redemption.
Supposing you DO love the unredeemed Mary Magdalene - well, I just don't think you can love someone whom you want to redeem. I think that means you love some idea of what she or he will become, and not the person as she or he is. You're welcome to disagree. That's also one of my biggest problems with Christianity - probably coming from the Christian belief in a soul that somehow exists above and uncomplicit in sin. Like THE REAL MAGDALENE is a nice, beautiful person just kind of floating around while the Unreal, Earthly Magdalene does all this whoring. I just don't buy it. Like I said, feel free to disagree.
I wouldn't disagree
Then you see what the problem is. For another example, I wouldn't write a poem called "I Love an 8-year-old Girl", although my wife certainly was one at one point. At worst, I would write "I Love a Grown Woman Who Was Once an 8-year-old Girl". Which means something totally different.
The obvious answer to all this is, Jesus loved Mary when she was a prostitute and nothing He did was wrong. My answer to that is, That's exactly right.
But the most controversial question is 'was Mary actually a prostitute?' Or was she as many say an honourable princess who was later defamed as a prostitute by the church to save their own reputation?
Questionable and controversial!
You don't love an 8 year old girl?! This will explain why when you have a daughter she will grow up to be a prostitute and Mascara-wait no-Basketball-Ah what ever the fuck his name is! will fall madly in love with her (probably while she's snowballing him). And all because you didn't love her you heartless bastard. :~(
Hey, could you please tell me what does weighted score mean and how's it calculated?
Weighted score uses the idea that the more people vote on a poem, the more its true ranking shows. Say you post a poem and the first vote on it is a 10. Then your unweighted average is 10 and you're the best poem on poemranker. Now say another 298 people vote 10 on your poem and one person votes 9. Now your unweighted average is 9.997 and someone who's just posted a poem and gotten one 10-vote beats you. Supposedly, the weighted average becomes closer to the true average the more people vote for you, though I have my doubts about nentwined's math. If you're interested (or Indian), the formula is
WEIGHTEDAVERAGE = 5+((avg-5)/(1+e^(3-votes/3)))
Yeah, love the unlovable and thumb your nose at those who sneer. Then take her, as in the last line, and drive far away.
We're all whores at some point in our lives.
Poets are the worst kind, we like to parade our words hoping others buy what we say.
Haven't you already been berated about this this year?
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Your use of whom is pretentious and wrong. See usage note: http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q
Some letters are missing after your apostrophes.