it's usually early
as day starts turning
over
when the air around is as heavy as
seas
in your chest
feelings are intermixed
between despair
and hope
like the sea
when your odds are in a bottle,
scribbled futilities tossed to the waves,
exit on the backside
of tides
until they resurface
with old whale stench
one out of water
tanning
under a hard sun
doves cry
in the shade
of mahogany trees
between noon and three
when my mother's mother's
roundabout
nonsense
lyrics
"Moses speak_God's word
Isaac too"
come fresh
to me
the doleful
doves
portend cardinality
begging adulterers
to repentance
"Feathery Prophets!"
grandmothers had spoken
that death will walk
into this village,
some house, any hour,
more sure than May rain,
taking stock
and mourners...
and choirs...
and pastors preach
and pray you well
while you sleep
later we'll all fall asleep
He was a hero (not)
Infinite frigid cool-frozen cold subzero
A circle infinite ero
Resting on a pillow
Nestled in asleep in the willow
Mouth wide open, open curtains
Has a guest, not his wife and let
He rose,
She rose
Not a Godly man
Steppin out, and (just got caught)
Now label both them just wearin a sheet
Standin on their feet
in vitro-vitro
Not a good righteous couple neither one of them
Mine hero they’re just zeros
This couple of adulterers no heroes
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Complaining Hitman
Sniper
Griper
Internet Detective
Hacker
Tracker
Welcomers at Adulterers Anonymous
Cheater
Greeter
Umbrella-carrying Pilot
Drier
Flyer
Male Greeter
Hello
Fellow
Elderly Au Pair
Granny
Nanny
April 13, 2022
Seeker
I searched long and far
for a good man
a kind and Holy man
One who was not consumed
by wealth
position
power
or lust
I wished to meet
a compassionate
loving
selfless man
Who was
Fearless
Bold
Yet slow to anger
Instead
I found
scared feeble men
Who had not kept their vows
They were liars and adulterers
Covetous and weak
In each of their limitations
I recognized
My own failures
My ego
My appetites
My selfishness
and so I felt ashamed
I cried to God
Are there no good men?
God comforted me
Revealing the true nature of man
Their kindness
Their Love
Their Loyalty
Their striving
Their beauty
God Removed my shame
For that was what separated us
Shame prevented me from
Seeing
Knowing and being
a good man
Then behold
my blind eyes became clear
I could see
Good men
Kind men
Both Holy and flawed men
As I looked into their eyes
I knew there was hope
And I thanked God
Copyright March 4th, 2021
Richard Lamoureux
Though torrents
of blinding snow
fall furious
though storms
spit lightning
cracks limbs
shreds my cloaks
diminishes me
reckon this
I endure
I fight
I prevail
My stoic
resolve undaunted
stars
those intemperate
fools
twinkle and die
the sun and moon
adulterers in
their affections.
My roots run deep
staunchly permanent
inside Mother Earth
I am steadfast
my presence
constant
immutable.
Ever to weather
Father Time’s
irrevocable
irremovable
perpetual
march
I remain
I persevere
I abide.
It takes a lot of nerve to admit to your sins
But facing everyone after they know the truth
That your heart has left you with feelings for
Someone other than the one who you were with
Giving into the passions that make you a sinner
Leaves you playing with desires that ignite fires
Of yearnings within the heart and spirit where
God only knows you’ve tried to remain repelled
By the evils that will find you out and force you
To admit to the wrongs that surface in the heart
Who desires more than a mere touch, but more
So very much passion that feels so inflamed it
Attracts the depths of the soul to grow tangled
Into the union of two who hold onto the needs
That prevent them from being absolutely honest
Without immorality or indulgence into any sin
Adultery is a wrong that discovers the sinner’s
Deepest thoughts and strengthens the ones
Who long to find the courage to let go of the
Dance of deception found out by the adulterers
It takes courage, though, to finally let it all go!
Courage Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
September 3, 2020
FROM NOW ON
From now on, I'll tell people about the Jesus I know. How He died on the Cross to save me from my sin. How He suffered before He was crucified and by the stripes that He bore, I was healed. From now on, I will tell them how he had compassion on the poor, the ill, the infirm, the adulterers, the deaf, the blind, and the lame. From now on, I'll tell them how He fed 5,000 with five loaves and 2 fish. From now on, I'll tell them how He walked on water, calmed the storm and how He raised a man named Lazarus from the dead. From now on, I'll tell them how He Himself was raised from the dead on the third day after being buried in a borrowed tomb. From now on, I'll tell them how He ascended into Heaven and is seated at the right hand of God the Father and will come again to receive believers unto Himself to spend eternity with Him in Paradise. Yes, from now on, I'll tell people about the Jesus I know and how they can know Him too and they can spend eternity in Paradise with Him also. Yes, from now on, I'll continue to tell people about Jesus.
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A pastor with fervor and preparedness
Entered a hall to preach the word of God
That he might convert souls in the area
And earn graces for work from divine duty
What did he see seated on every chairs?
Souls upon souls waiting for him to enter
Those that died were back to hear him well
And demonstrate their concern of disgust
Souls scarred by deception and treachery
Souls tortured by earthly corruption
Souls that were tattooed in wars for wealth
Souls of murderers, adulterers, rapists
One soul rose up and told him in the face;
“You have been attacking us in your preaching
We are here today ready for the attack
Now do your things; we are here with you.”
Souls that wore only skeletons fenced him
Others with only skin membranes blocked exit
And one without head interrogated to pastor,
“Your words are axes. Do we need them?”
We hear our thoughts
We see our visions
Our lifes are full
Full of decisions
Sometimes they're straight
Sometimes collisioned
Sometimes we're sloppy
Sometimes precisioned
We're **** for love
Darkness to sun
Sadness for fun
Storm for the calmness
Bad for the good
We're thiefs, murderers
Lying adulterers
Deserts to seas
We're prisoners
not free
That's what we are
It's you, and it's me
At the beginning when god created sex;
He didn't create a stud and a temptress
He didn't intend sex to be sordid
Sins of the flesh wont be rewarded
One who has lustful intent has committed adultery,
Sexual immorality is passion, evil desire is idolatry,
To be married is what the bible does envisage,
So God created man in his own image,
To abstain from the passions of the flesh
Adulterers are bound to hell their souls to enmesh
Sins of sex wage war against your soul
Husband and wife should honor each role
The act was intended for procreation
Not the result of heated flirtation
We now live in a world that is depraved
How many of us will see their soul saved?
Dradogorus the fire spitting dragon Guard Dogs of hell
impatiently awaits to raps their tongue, sink their fangs and fling
thieves, adulterers wife beaters and dictators into these bottomless pits.
Here you'll stays and rots into the fiery pulp flowing
down and down these molten rivers of no return.
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and the TV on the wall(I was in hospital)
shouted out in glorious black and white
guess who's dead?...his head was blown
apart in a big Lincoln car (no pun intended)
and his glamorous wife in twin set and
gorgeous hat, lay across the butcher's table,
shocked and distressed,or something like that
and the chosen ones (fellow adulterers) wheeled
in his body with hope and his blood on their cuffs
and a blonde voice was heard saying,
"happy birthday Mr President..I'm dead too"
and the doctor looked inside his skull and saw
a thousand lovers,Vietnam and two errant brothers
looking like they might need a guide because of the
death of a brother, an icon, a man
the bible is just a book
no, not just a book.
a holy book written of the word
the word of god himself
it tells you to hate
discriminate
put down all who arent you
because they are sinners
blasphemers
adulterers
liars thieves
and individual
all i think is
you cannot deny
human nature
focus of a madwo/man
just how many psychotics
have we had to endure
passing through our lives
since the lies began being
told? how many madwo/men
quoting “scripture” as if it
validated their acts, as if their
lives had been determined, as
if “fate” had driven them
in the direction of something
total, something that would
eventually ring true, in light
of all that had been
“in the way of ‘the lord’?”
rather be with the “adulterers”
than in the focus of a madwo/man,
rather be dead set in a
murderer’s sights, than to be
“saved” by s/he who assures that
“they walk without sin”
(whatever the **** “sin” is),
rather be in the darkest pit below
amidst those condemned by all
the self-righteous, than to be
forced against one’s will to
succumb to the hypnosis,
rather be in doubt for the rest of
these days, than to be
certain, with a megalomaniac
holding all their reasons to live
in a book which they feel gives
them permission to.
The Man On The Street
The streets are crowded
People walk by not seeing the man standing there
He is not old enough to be put in a home
He is not poor enough to beg for spare change
He is just a person who people do not see
They do not know that he has saved their lives
They cannot know that in his few years he has lived more than they ever will
He watches them as they pass him by
He sees the sluts and the addicts
He watches as they argue and fall in love
He watches the adulterers walk by trapped in their erotic passion
He watches as the thief counts his stolen coins
He sees those in pain from the choices they have made
He watches the innocent and the guilty
Those who hurt and those who have been hurt
He cries a single tear for them
He watches as a child plays at his feet
He looks as the child looks into his eyes and smiles
And in that child’s eyes he sees hope
And he knows that his death meant something
It is sad that the others cannot see him
So they may find his hope
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