Abomination
I wonder what it means to be called an abomination
and if this has any relationship to being a damnation,
as there must be certain things that people do in deserving condemnation
which go against all reasonable human laws and are opposed to salvation.
If what has been handed down from the past is any indication
then we are somehow all obliged to follow with a dedication,
for our own sake and that of all our so called many relations
who are subject to the same weaknesses, trials and temptations.
To some it may seem there need not be any restriction
which will generally only incur a justifiable conviction
for any laws broken and usually dealt with a harsh sanction
when blame or guilt can be done away with by a transaction.
There are so many things people do without any justification
except to satisfy their own sense of individual expectation
especially where the actions done are without any provocation
against a fellow human being who’s an object of victimization.
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Categories:
abomination, anger, christian, community, evil,
Form: Rhyme
I have been called many .
But never good nor honey .
Stoned day, night and a lot .
For asking why or what .
Demeaned way beneath human being
For not being a pretty scene .
Denied to breathe in .
For I am the ultimate sin.
The pure abomination .
For everyone for all nation .
signed (sinner of all sinners )13Jan 2021
Categories:
abomination, blue,
Form: Bio
12/2/2020
Seeds starting to germinate
The scent always permeates
The effect begins to percolate
Having an impact on the murder rate
As life begins or terminates
Thought I heard a hiss
But was too caught up in bliss
After a poisonous kiss
Everything going amiss
Because I was too caught up in getting my fix
She was able to nix
Falling and sinking amidst the fish
Can't resist, is this it?
Not while I exist
Had to find a grip
The tables turned and flipped
Took a lot of risks
In order to get out of the abyss
Couldn't keep falling for the same old tricks
Do what I want with this heart of mine
Don't care if it's dark outside
Experienced comfort and the hardest times
I'd be darned to lie
That sober s***
Been struggling to get over it
Often a Doberman
And other times a Nobleman
Here's an honest statement
At times I overcompensated
Made things far too complicated
And always got intoxicated
Making myself an abomination
When I concentrated
I often dominated
Always felt obligated
And that this world was far too populated
I just thank God I made it
Nothing else needed to be contemplated
Categories:
abomination, dark, deep, god, heart,
Form: Rhyme
Lolita’s Conceit
Obsession defined
Vladimir Vladimirovich Nabokov
An accursed passion
Love’s true abomination.
Literary allusion
Tintinnabulation
Sounding moral oblivion
God’s sure condemnation.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
August 18, 2018 (Double Dactyl)
Categories:
abomination, allusion, angst, betrayal, child
Form: Double Dactyl
Combination of an Abomination
Some say that Christ has created a combination,
For what was determined to be an abomination;
Who had a base,
Being mental case;
Determined to be Trump President of our nation.
Jim Horn
Categories:
abomination, allegory, analogy,
Form: Limerick
The twin towers topped New York City,
symbols of freedom, they scraped the sky.
Hollow mountains reduced to pity,
but a nation’s dreams refused to die.
America suffered a hate crime
as the world watched planes pierce concrete.
And religious zealots swore, this time
the devastation would be complete.
Structurally slit, as with a knife,
fire melted through girders of steel.
And the impact of life striking life
made the devastation surreal.
Choking on smoke, with no escape found,
people lived out their worst nightmare dreams.
For desperate souls leaped to the ground,
their lives lost amidst the panicked screams.
Defining freedom’s ultimate state,
shapes the soul and heart of a nation.
And yet, Muslim clerics filled with hate
proudly praised this abomination.
(Quatrain)
8/2/2017
Categories:
abomination, america, angst, death, emotions,
Form: Quatrain
This is so unfair,
It may cause despair,
With no repair,
Abomination...
So cruel,
Like a car with no fuel,
Which needs a refuel,
Before it starts.
Mandela said it,
That if it can be learnt,
Then it needs to be taught,
To get rid off.
Categories:
abomination, hate,
Form: Lyric
Poetically
Encephalitogenic
Abomination
Categories:
abomination, me,
Form: Haiku
Guns are great guns are good let us thank them for our food.
Upon the table our food is placed, we have our home by God's good grace.
By our weapons our home protected, our safety and peace we have elected.
Take our guns and take our life, place upon us a world of strife.
If the leaders take my rights, there will be many fights!
If they come to take my bed, my guns my home, hear what I said...
I will not go without a fight! Another will die to keep his right!
I will not give I will not take, I will never, pull up stake...
This world has become and abomination, under the rule of the Obamanation
Impeach, remove do what needs done, but no one will ever take my gun!
Categories:
abomination, abuse, america, bullying, discrimination,
Form: Rhyme
ABOMINATION
Abomination is my name.
There is no passion I've not felt.
Yearning pens attempt at fame
Dare each relationship to melt.
There is no struggle that I scorn.
There is no flame without scorched taste.
When blaze-bloom fires are born--
My inner soul consumes the waste.
Now , Sweet-- bamboozle me with joy.
Affection tender has its place.
Love's tempting comforts, please employ--
Make me cherish your sweet face.
V. Anderson-Throop
Categories:
abomination, emotions, life, me, passion,
Form: Heroic Couplet
ABOMINATION
My PASSION is a STURGGLE
An AFFECTION for just a snuggle
A feeble ATTEMPT
For a RELATIONSHIP EXEMPT
From public SCORN
Since the day I was born
I so long to CHERISH
A YEARNING that won’t perish
To TASTE upon my INNER SOUL
To TENDER the FLAME of self control
A love to BLOOM before I slip
BAMBOOZLED by your swaying hip
Categories:
abomination, on writing and words,
Form: Rhyme
Is her imagination not
a curse but a boon?
Some think her belfry’s been infested by a bat,
when she sits each night and writes ‘neath the moon.
She is a dreamer and realists rule the nation,
so at dawn she writes and tosses poems in a bin.
Hundreds of poems fill the rusty tin,
and she knows they must weigh a ton.
In her backyard, she sits on a mat,
still writing every day at noon.
Chestnut hair and a striking tan,
her writing keeps her from meeting a man.
* Entry for Catie’s “Word Games” Contest
Categories:
abomination, on writing and words,
Form: Free verse
The desire that keeps my soul aligned
has been tightly wound for far too long.
The hunger that I feel inside,
is overpowering me to grow strong.
I've been forbidden and ostracized....
shackled, bound and broken.
Left renounced and forgotten,
with so many words still unspoken.
I yearn for her tender touch,
of butterfly kisses, tickles and caress.
To be wanted, needed, and craved
for all these needs I must suppress.
Go ahead, avoid my eyes as I pass,
if you don't see me then I don't exist.
If I'm just an invisible abomination,
then why does my longing persist?
Categories:
abomination, angst, family, life, lost
Form: Free verse