Best Adulterer Poems
...speak sporadically in soft sassy syllables
...open opulent overtures to appease my err
...revoke risque rashness of the adulterer
...modulate too many manic memories.
savor satiable sweetly shared sensations,
admire adored avenues divinely alone.
target toxic tones forever together,
why wholly wade, wondering where we
faithfully failed famous fortuity forever?
Categories:
adulterer, conflict, endurance, journey, marriage,
Form:
Alliteration
People whom are haters, better love mercy
People who rape women and children
People who steal for false prosperity
Like minded sinners filling up hell
People whom are murderers, better love mercy
People who abuse elder seniors better love forgiveness
People who mistreat animals is it true all dogs go to heaven
What chance does a sinner man have
When he's an atheist
And what about those who fondle and rape children
Who persecute those less fortunate
What about the one who shoots the guns
Wounding and killing at random
What about the adulterer, and fornicator
People who rape women and children
People who steal for false prosperity
Evil men dictators
Evil thoughts coming from us
And God once repented Himself that He made man
For you see we are sinful and dammed
Evil monarchs, kings and rulers
Whom cheat, lie, be ill-human--sub human
Dictators, Kings, Presidents
Evil men dictators
Evil thoughts coming from us
All shame, all sin
Are you all out or all in
Repent now, did I leave off something
Every knee shall bow, every tongue confess
That Jesus is Lord, so if I barely make it I better...better love mercy
Just in case I scarcely make it in
With all my sins, all my repentance, I better love grace
12/13/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2018 ©
Categories:
adulterer, appreciation, blessing, desire, encouraging,
Form:
Free verse
I was born a thief
a liar
a fornication
an adulterer
a murder
a sinner
why, then, am I punish
Because you have a choice
Categories:
adulterer, africa, america, black african
Form:
Free verse
I’m very proud of my self-righteous stripes,
I’ve given more alms than you have my whole life
My self-flaggelations is more painful than anybody’s are
I’m sure that in heaven,
my name is neon blinking on the brightest star
My wool is so much whiter than yours,
my spiritual requests goes higher towards heaven
off the faith prayer springboard
I’m just so much more righteous
than you’ll ever be
I know I have a VIP spot
reserved in heaven for me
I love talking to myself endlessly everyday,
and I must say,
I give a mighty fine sermonizing soliloquy
My wool is so much more winter whiter than yours,
it lets my sins get cleansed faster
than anybody else’s of course
I’m tickled pink,
I’m blue in the face pleased
that I’m not like that pitiful soul
mournfully standing afar off from me
I’m no extortioner ...
I’m no adulterer ...
I’m no sinful publican ...
I’m an upright, self-righteous God fearing man
Me just love praying to myself several times a day,
it gives me goose bumps
hearing such a solemn, holier-than-thou soliloquy
No one can tell me
that my wool ain’t snow whiter than yours
Welcome to my self-righteous shrine,
may I give you another paid in crass tour?
Categories:
adulterer, humorous, parody, religious, truth,
Form:
Light Verse
David was a man after God's own heart
This I could not understand
so I had to pick it apart,
He was adulterer
a liar, and murderer too,
He did all kinds of crazy things
that he had no right to do,
But he was human, and honest
and he repented to God ,
for all the time he was amiss
and that's what we aught to do,
He sang his praises to the Lord
and gave him thanks each day
Now I'm trying to live right
and give thanks and praise daily
So that when the rising starts
I will hear God say clearly
That I'm a woman after His own heart.
Categories:
adulterer, hope, inspirational, lifegod, thanks,
Form:
Free verse
The Committee To Re-Elect the President
By Elton Camp
On political matters I take no position
But it’s fun to watch those with ambition
This Committee is now composed of two
And they seem to know just what to do
To ensure the president’s election again,
They expose his opponents’ list of sin
A battle between adulterer and millionaire
All their dirty linen in public they do air
And available resources they expend
In a primary it seems will never end
But when a candidate is finally selected
His shortcoming will have been detected
Imagine the clips that will appear on TV
That the entire country will then get to see
To them, the president, his hat must doff
All while he merrily “laughs his ass off”
Categories:
adulterer, funny,
Form:
Rhyme
A food fan sees a delicious cake
but not the caterpillar it is
A drunkard sees the nice beer
but not the poison in it
An adulterer sees the woman
but not the ring in her hands
An amorous woman sees the man
but not the consecrated priest
A power hungry ruler sees personal gain
but not loving service to the people
An imperialist sees natural resources
but not human beings living in the nation
A money loving worker sees wealth
but not service to the organization
Lust is like devil on the throne
It bedevils actions and thinking
Categories:
adulterer, allusion, philosophy,
Form:
Couplet
The adulterer and adulteress rode
In a gilded carriage, while horses strode
Many looked on with pride
Others hated the ride
Most of the world yawned in blasé mode
I had some thoughts when they said he was the leader of the Church Of England.
Categories:
adulterer, irony,
Form:
Limerick
Abel, the armored lancer, was a shameless adulterer not able
to give up for an hour the company of beautiful Anabel;
" I'm allowed to court anyone! " he squeaked out aloud,
" Why must an adulteress be cursed, to me it's superstitious!
I prefer sensual Anabel! She never denies my desires!
I won't bow and crawl! No angry Pope can make me cow!"
" I am joining the Crusaders and take Anabel with me,
in Jerusalem I will announce my bethrothal to her;
ah, my gracious wife Mary, you won't be so merry!
If they arrest me, a bale of jewel will guarantee my bail!"
And if the infidels kill me, " Anabel, send a message to my beloved Mary:
" I ask to be forgiven, not forgotten...I was very unfaithful to you;
in every battle I saw your devoted face so tearful, it was terrible...
I am too troubled and traumatized by this guilt which will bring me death."
Categories:
adulterer, absence, adventure, beautiful, betrayal,
Form:
Free verse
There’s an aborted child at the gate in heaven;
WHO AM I
He’s just been murdered because the woman and government has the RIGHT
Now…
Just
WHO AM I
Knowingly, justifiably
Fulling unrighteous choices
And where are all those aborted voices
Here standing under the tree;
Here beside God and Jesus in
Heaven
Fifty child molester, murderer;
Whom am I to judge?
The final judgement, the final call was
Did he repent did God forgive him
Though his victim was young
One thing for certain he’s gone..
The child has been recited by the master
He’s standing beside Jesus and the Master
WHOSE AM I
Knowingly, justifiably
Fulling unrighteous choices
And where are all those aborted voices
Here standing under the tree;
Here beside God and Jesus in
Heaven
Wife abuser, striker;
Hit her once to often;
Now she’s in a coma;
You said you loved her;
But love, true love doesn’t hurt;
She finally died;
You’re a murder, wife abuser unrighteous man;
An adulterer, your new woman you’ve burned;
So the authorities after you;
You too need repentance and forgiveness too;
He you stand on death roll
On your dying breath you were told
You heard a still small voice in the air;
As you cried and ask God for, forgiveness….
It’s not up to me to judge?
Maybe, just maybe. Like the thief on the cross
Next to Jesus his last dying words we’re lost
In paradise he too shall be
He repented gracefully
Knowingly, justifiably
Fulling unrighteous choices
And where are all those aborted voices
Here standing under the tree;
Here beside God and Jesus you and me in. . .
Heaven
6/19/19
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Categories:
adulterer, abortion, abuse, analogy, character,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
This bowl is no longer mine,
was never so,
Let it go.
well worn before the oath,
A gift that despised the guardian,
Presented freely without a dowry in May.
tainted, and abandoned.
used, and widened by many.
too wide to keep a home.
This bowl is no longer mine,
Let it go,
insatiable, licentious and libidinous.
The bowl was scorned by many.
ere i fell a wandering,
incorrigible, rebellious, untutored.
a bait on my way, the sorrow on my path.
This bowl is no longer mine,
Let it go,
Like many seeking for prey, and so was i for a time.
intent concealed,,
desperate for the gift of the semen.
as adulterer urged rebellion by ignorance.
the rage, the rave of ego and bestiality.
deceived the Law for mere gain.
This bowl is no longer mine,
Let it go,
It is broken cannot be fixed by logic.
this bowl is old, alluring by mascara.
This bowl was used,
i take exception on your list,
This bowl is free available to all.
the next victim can explore.
the bowl is cheap,
forced a dowry to conceal the shame.
This bowl is no longer mine,
Let it go,
T'was sold for free at Ikoyi with ego,
Who is next?
A thousand many had the bowl,
I played along for a time,
ere this voyage of deceit,
I took a flight from restrain ,
hoping to make a jewel from the Flesh.
This bowl is no longer mine,
Let it go,
This bowl is addicted to the red zones,
Incurable addiction i recalled,
The friends,
The internet,
The phone,
The TV,
The cinema,
And tattling,
The routines of unending dark flights
Incorrigible,
Venomous.
You may have the bowl if you would.
think no shame on me, I lusted.
This bowl is No longer mine.
Let it go
Once a street bowl,
and always so.
Find the bowl in your homes,
Let's hope the bowl recovers.
but a broken bowl is irreparable by man
Categories:
adulterer, animal, black love, break
Form:
Burlesque
Heartbroken lass bereft of eminent beau
papa doth vicariously experience her
(mine daughter's) grievous woe.
Unfair a budding promising relationship nought
going to incorporate wedded bliss,
when for all the world
the strong humble lad
absconded to Puerto Rican his homeland.
Thus pained University
of Pennsylvania alumna
("star student") since grade one
at Belmont Hills Elementary
whose high school alma mater
i.e. Harriton High School,
now glum Oakland California transplant.
I (biological father),
who helped beget offspring
writhes with agony,
cuz he and the missus
sowed wild oats
during prime time,
when irresistible call of the wild
overtook wisdom to shuck contraceptive
yielding the miracle of life.
Parenthood never ended
just because declaration of independence
and autonomy witnessed natural propensity
for progeny to reliant become on self
forced shoulder living expense
no only for herself,
but deux darling
tortoiseshell dappled
five month old kittens
most certainly a constant reminder,
when she and he "two peas in a pod"
shared so many college campus memories,
whereby appearances hinted
and predicted a shared destiny
between two love birds.
An abrupt cleavage
rent asunder never witnessing
mutual graceful dotage
figuratively saddled once ebullient psyche
unnecessarily bogged our engineering minded lady
with cumbersome equipage
after they spent precious
young adulthood years together
emulating how married couple live, I gauge
such scenario, cuz talk of wedding bells
filled the (telephonic) airwaves,
whereby yours truly feeling blessed
potential prodigal son in law
his earning hand over fist big bucks
employed at Silicon Valley company
geared toward marketing fitness application.
Unsure how said high achiever
bolstered with you go girl refrain,
(who ofttimes communicated with Zayda,
i.e. his demise a crushing sorrow),
which inevitable prolonged decline
sundered special rapport
since more'n threescore
Earth orbits around the sun
papa acquired mechanical engineer degree
working within Aerospace Division
at General Electric.
Impossible mission not to care
despite mein kampf punctuated
with mine wanderlust flair
marital covenant garden variety
wordsmith did greatly impair
triggering hostility within mine humble lair
adulterer letter forcibly donned as outerwear.
Categories:
adulterer, absence, boyfriend, depression, emotions,
Form:
Free verse
Didn't know
how to be in this God haunted house,
I Mr imperfect:
short sighted and tone deaf
I saw things move as by a poltergeist,
heard thuds as though a carpenter lived between floors.
Speaking;
I could not ask and hear.
I'm sure she spoke but I wouldn't listen.
I don't want to know about him;
I want him
I can't have placating words,
I need love I can feel
I know it in my bones
but my flesh is all serpent like;
Writhing
in it's own oil spill
of fear and greed
needing a saving, cleanup operation
I'm sure you want to;
but I do not dare.
I take a deep breath
and look out of the window
I see it's raining
and almost trip as a I rush outside
I hope that the rain itself is the tears
of the one my heart seeks
soaking;
I cry myself; knowing his grief
Freezing I know the loneliness of all of His
I'm made one of them.
I didn't know how to live
in this God haunted house,
I a son,
a lover,
the adulterer,
the unfinished.
I still wrestle with doubt in my darkness
Panting;
I worship silently, unworthily,
Wrecked
I feel the cross of the world wearing me
I'm sure I can't live in this without the haunter...
Categories:
adulterer, allegory, faith, hope, inspirational,
Form:
Blank verse
1.Unaware of loving others’
woman, among learned.
2.Among unvirtuous, idiots wait
Others’ woman gate.
3.Loving unsuspected others’ woman
considered as dead.
4.unthinking adultery of great
what can he?
5.Presuming adultery easy, adulterer’s
defamation is constant
6.Adulterer deserves incessant antagonism
sin, fear, slander
7.Righteous detests the fascination
of other women;
8.Manlines neglecting other woman
great berides charity.
9.Advantageous on earth are
unembracing others’ woman.
10.Disliking others’ woman, creditable
even undoing charity
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Dedicated to Thiruvalluvar(31B.C), the author in Tamil
Translated by S.Kandasamy, MUSIRI, TAMILNADU, INDIA
Published in poetrysoup.com on 11-12-13
Email s.kandaasamy@hotmail.com
Categories:
adulterer, hate,
Form:
Couplet
What is forgiveness, good question if anything at all
Forgives the adulterer, but did she make the right call
Some crimes so egregious, there’s no second chance
Unless we bury our heads, and go around in a trance
Only the injured party, has the power to truly forgive
Poured acid on my face, but at least then let me live
I mean come on, some fates even worse than death
Torturers, psychopaths, should we forgive and forget,
This is not hatred in my heart, it’s just common sense
How do we believe our perpetrators, actually repent
Prisoners tell the parole board sorry, to get out of jail
Some speak the truth, but others are incorrigible fails
I’m sorry I done wrong, took your car while you slept
It’s ok son your forgiven, left my keys around, so inept
On second thoughts, condoning may encourage it again
Only the next time, they run someone over, what then
Not so straight forward, when I put it to you this way
Forgiveness has consequences, makes hurt seem ok
Indeed in some cases, offence should be overlooked
Where a circumstance dictated, unbecoming conduct
Perhaps the culprit was young, just went off the rails,
Forgive by all means, with some cautionary harsh tale
But what is forgiveness, perhaps just simply letting go
Showing your the bigger person, also good for the ego
Is forgiveness a human delusion, to just give permission
It’s our Christian way, but did anyone tell the inquisition
If there is an almighty God, or indeed some higher power
Will they overlook our not forgiving, come the final hour
To die with a resentment, does it mean an incomplete life
Wait til on ones deathbed, condemn your unfaithful wife
To die of some disease, contracted doing charitable work
Sorry! my own choice, I forgive myself for what it’s worth
FORGIVENESS Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
24/5/2021
Categories:
adulterer, allegory, forgiveness, humanity,
Form:
Rhyme