Best Adulteress Poems
ASSUMPTION, PRESUMPTION , GUMPTION
I don’t enjoy been on a plane,
I find it scary and a tad mundane,
But last time I flew,
I sat next to a lady I slightly knew,
I was bored and wanted to play a silly game!
It was the same lady who lived across the street,
Her sandals were shoddy and she had ugly feet,
Her face looked bloated, red and big,
And every day she wore a new wig,
I thought she was also perhaps an adulteress,
A cheat!
I noticed that she ordered a stiff brandy,
She’s having an affair, she’s used to being randy,
Truly how could this lady attract a husband
And lover,
She was clearly quite plain,
What did either of them have to gain,
Even her hair was mousy brown and sandy!
We started chatting about this and that,
And told me she was on diet for she felt fat,
I’m no professor but have two degrees,
So noticed she spoke with intellectual ease,
I felt bad at what I thought earlier,
My thoughts had to somehow retract!
She was CEO of a well know airline,
But sadly had cancer of the spine,
Which she was hoping to beat
The cancer had also spread to her feet,
She could only wear sandals, I knew then
I was out of line!
I wanted to make her feel good,
My thoughts weren’t nice, that is plainly understood,
I invited her to join us on our luxury liner,
For as long as she liked, she was also a deep
Sea diver,
We became best of friends, and pleased her,
As only a friend could.
It turned out that the man I saw going
In and out of her house,
Was her brother, so she didn’t cheat.
On her spouse,
In fact they were about to repeat their vows,
Underneath the boughs,
Of an old oak tree and a river on which
They had a boathouse.
Elsie got better, thank God,
Both she and I thanked Him, He was
Our rod,
I was really lucky to have found
Such a genuine friend high up, off the ground,
We both lived by the sea, had a picnic,
And watched the whales, a huge pod!
I have now learnt not to make any
Hasty assumption,
But to have gumption,
For I was horribly wrong,
I had come a long
Way, since that day on the plane, not to
Make any hurried presumption!
What Would Santa Claus Say
by Michael R. Burch
What would Santa Claus say,
I wonder,
about Jesus returning
to Kill and Plunder?
For he’ll likely return
on Christmas Day
to blow the bad
little boys away!
When He flashes like lightning
across the skies
and many a homosexual
dies,
when the harlots and heretics
are ripped asunder,
what will the Easter Bunny think,
I wonder?
NOTE: The biblical book of Revelation says that Jesus will murder children himself for their mother's sins, in the letters to the Churches. But he won't stop there, according to the writer of Revelation, because after all the earth's creatures have sung the praises of God, a third of them will be destroyed in acts of bloody carnage, along with a third of human beings. That's trillions of animals and billions of people. I can't believe the compassionate Jesus of the gospels, who had table fellowship with prostitutes and refused to stone an adulteress, is going to suddenly start murdering their children and become the greatest serial murderer of all time. And how can the man who taught us to put aside religious differences to practice compassion in the Parable of the Good Samaritan not follow his own advice? Jesus reserved all his sternest criticism for hypocrites, so wouldn't he have to live up to his own teaching?
A Pharisee was fair you see,
Because with the resurrection they understood.
But the Sadducees were called “sad-u-see”,
Because they did not believe that the teaching of
The resurrection was any good.
Both groups were very pompous you see,
And thought they were better than everyone else on the scene.
And even when Jesus Himself showed up at the grounds,
It made them more vindictive and more mean.
Several times they tried to trap Jesus,
As in the case with the adulteress lady.
But Jesus once again had to put them in check,
For His reaction was what they were watching;
Of which He made them look very shady.
Another time they were upset,
Because they healed on the Sabbath, someone.
Instead of being happy for the person that was healed,
They were upset amongst each other, everyone.
Today we have people like those just the same,
“Uppity” and you can’t say anything to them.
Thinking their too good to be with CERTAIN people,
Forgetting they are to love all people at all times;
But making some individuals feel very dim.
“Clubbing” or “Club-Hopping” on Saturday night,
Going to hear the Word every Sunday.
But smoking and speaking sadistic words,
As if it were something like a Monday.
Jesus told the Laodicean church,
That He would literally out of His own mouth spit them.
Because they were neither cold not hot,
They are what we call being “LUKEWARM”
There is a difference between,
Living in and committing a sin.
The first is a lifestyle one chooses to live,
While the other is a mistake one makes but not purposely therein.
So will you be a modern day Pharisee or Sadducee,
Or will you be a worshipper with sincerity?
Will you have a sarcastic or sadistic spirit,
Or be with your father in hell for eternity.
~~Let Him Without Sin Cast The First Stone~~
Back in the days when Jesus was said to have walked
There are lessons in life about which are still now talked
In kings it says “If they sin against thee (for there is none that sinneth not)”
It may help us to recall these words that we may have forgot.
In Psalms it points out that in sin our mother did conceive us
The genes and traits of mothers really do never leave us.
In Romans it points that the wages of sin is death and strife
But the gift through Christ and forgiveness is the gift of eternal life.
But John is the one to bring to mind I think
When the scribes and Pharisees set out to cause a stink.
An adulteress female they bought to the Christ in the morn
Caught in the act of adultery, they had all sworn.
To trick Christ by his answer but he was too clever:
(Not the man they did not take it seems men are to blame never)
He wrote in the soil then turned to them and said
"He that is without sin let him cast the first stone at her (to render her dead)."
None of the accusers could their conscience find clear
They left the woman with Jesus and this is what she did hear
"Where are your accusers now is there none to condemn you?"
He knew he had pricked their conscience-and his words were true.
“No lord they have gone even though they did call me a whore”
“Then I do not condemn thee, go forth and sin no more.”
We all suffer the sin of imperfection, of that there is no doubt
But it is up to each of us to ask for forgiveness, not for others to flout.
But as it says in Mathew let us not judge lest we be judged
We may not be as perfect as we let on, our own image smudged.
We all fall short of perfection in this human life
Let’s look to the rafter in our own eye and try not to cause strife.
A lot of poetic license is used here but the essence is here and the scriptures used are:
Kings 8:46
Psalms 51:5
Romans 6:23
John 8:3
Math 7
We cannot separate Mother Mary and Saint Joseph
They’re having so much connection
With the mystery of Incarnation of Eternal God
St. Joseph, being guardian of the Virgin’s spotless honor
Foster-father of the Divine Babe
Mother Mary’s family thought be made known
She might not be stoned by the Jews as an adulteress
Thirdly, that in her flight; have the comfort of a husband
St. Ignatius add yet a fourth reason namely that is birth might hid from the devil
Looking for Him to be born of a wife and not of a Virgin
Gracious God, I pray for my parents
For all family members who have positively influenced my life
For the happiness of good memories
For the forgiveness of those who have wronged me
And for peace of heart with those to whom I did not or could not say “I’m sorry”
For all the deceased members of my family
Your great mercy Lord
You may forgive their sins
And welcome them into eternal life
Written 6222018
Poetry Form: Terzanelle (19 lines poem)
Unquotable quotes – X
A beautiful wife gets to changing husbands as she may.
An ugly wife gets to keeping her husband out all day every day.
A plain-looking wife doesn’t give a damn any either way.
A happy wife gets to watching her children in carefree play.
A shrew gets to driving her husband round the bend at the end of the day.
An adulteress gets to infecting her children every other day.
A nymphomaniac gets to making her husband out to be a gay.
A high born wife gets to sleeping somehow out in the hay.
A gay wife gets to making a harem out of the honeymoon day.
A loud-mouthed wife gets to keeping all her neighbours in fear away.
An over-aged wife gets to making her husband look like he was in her pay.
A frigid wife gets to making her husband out to be an impotent lay.
A dumb wife gets to keeping her husband without a say.
A saintly wife gets to thinking she wakes up every day on Groundhog Day.
A heftily-backed wife gets to thinking her husband hides in her bay.
A baby-faced wife in bed gets to making her husband look the other way.
A bored wife watches corridas on the tele on a rainy day.
A sad wife spots the hairs on her husband’s head turn slowly gray.
A chaste wife is an empy church or temple where no one goes to pray.
A wise man gets to keeping well out of the way of wives and husbands in dismay.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2016
I watched them drag him away
We all watched as they dragged him down the road
I was angry and sad
I couldn’t bear to look upon his bruised face
I remember him too well
He forgave me
I was termed an adulteress
And was brought before him for judgment
But he shunned my accusers
And he gave me a second chance
And now I am helpless to help
I thought they would protest
They all loved him yesterday
But they wanted blood
it was like a free show
I turned away, fell on my face and wept
I watched them flog him
I watched them bruise him
And I prayed
I prayed so fervently
That He would take the life of all of them
All of them who betrayed
All the soldiers that so eagerly whipped and mocked
My heart was bitter and heavy
I only prayed he won't suffer
But he suffered
Suffered from their betrayal
Suffered because they loved him no more
And as they put the crown of thorns on his head
I cried out
I stood there till he breathe his last breath
Watching him
And when he said "forgive them"
That was all I heard but I felt like he saw me
Through all the shouting and chanting
I felt like he saw only me
I felt like he was speaking to me and I turned away
I rent my clothes unbelieving of his love for these people
I felt the earth quake and heard the stories
I wept wondering what would be left of the earth
But somehow I knew he would come back
At first it was just grief
I refused to believe him dead
But then the rumors came
The messiah has risen
I thought it was the wicked that had come to taunt us
But I heard the story from John
About a free ticket to heaven
And I took it without a second thought
He is the reason I sing
So let me celebrate Easter
Let me celebrate love, resurrection and grace
Mount the dead animal head
above your mantle stone fireplace
Lay your nude body upon
the grizzly rug of this death skin
Likewise, with safari determination,
you hunt the wooly souls that walk upright —
Talking mammals who don’t bend
Feeling angry bloodlust ... your coffin trophy case
must be carcass filled
Ivory tusks of scarlet trust
is lunar vision, high-caliber revealed
Sons of Nimrod, the mighty hunter
Possessing genetic cunning, you hunt with deadly feline skill
Children of the bow and blade,
your thirst to shed blood can only be sated on a full moon kill
A beastly heart which loves to shoot the arrow,
bulls-eye is the grim, grave marker
Reapers of the predator prize —
eagle claws death clutching the caught sparrow
Sons of Nimrod ...
your mother, the daughter of Belial,
has taught you well:
How to adulteress hunt the precious life
Put the severed heads on sale,
but reserve the best for your crypt cave abode
Looking at the glassy, dead eyes
warms your empty, rapacious soul,
in the tomb winter years of a blood moon night
born as a fighter,
he is Atan,
but he have those beautiful sparkling eyes,
he is a boy,
born as someone that his parents wish to be strong,
but he is petite and small,
not even tough and manly,
his name is Atan,
,
Dear Atan,
He is the heroic Atan,
but he is the pretty boy,
and at the age he cross the adulteress,
he woke his own eyes,
and put both of his feet on the ground,
to become the new Atan,
because he knew he is the pretty boy.
but Atan,
this world are not as lovingly as you,
for people too selfish,
they kill you silently,
Oh Atan,
only you can save yourself,
pull all your strong together,
and stand firm,
until the day you know who you are,
changed can be your number one enemy,
for to live in happiness,
please forget that once,
you are the pretty boy.
In no time, seconds tick to minutes and minutes hasten to hours
Hours run full speed to days, days grow wings and fly to become weeks
Then months, years, decades….
Like a flash, all this like a flash, life is too short
Because life is too short,
Maximizing pleasure is for them no fault
Like one possessed, so the girl dances the night away
But her morning turns bitter, realizing she has gone faraway
And the devoted family man falls for it too ‘cause life is too short
For the sweet and the pleasant he craves,
So he steals the waters, and the bread in secret he breaks
But alas, to a piece of bread he is brought by his stolen waters
The church woman as well, and her feet, abide not in her house, for life is too short
“Come let’s take our fill of love till morning, for the good man has gone a long journey”
Like the adulteress spoken of by King Solomon, with her cage
She whispers to her latest catch, her last offspring’s age
Child, you’re wrong and that’s not the meaning, so hear
Not in your narrow interpretation life is surely too short, dear
Life is so short that you maximize enjoyment?
Child, you’re wrong and that’s not the meaning, so hear
Man, damn right life is too short; too narrow is your understanding
To share have I what really meanest it, so your attention please give me
I swear you will get it not even when you lend me both your ears
But your virgin mind too bring it along, so you appreciate what exactly meanest “life is too short”
Because life is too short,
The Heavenly Father wants to be your Lord
By His providence and His providence alone the King requires you in His fold
For life is too short, out of you your Creator wants to get the most with no fault
Woman, in His paths of light He wants to guide your weak feet
Before He takes from you His breath
‘Cause He knows life is too short to be lived meaninglessly, so precious is every minute He is to give
And independent of Him He doesn’t want you to live
Life is too short, dear
His perfect will on you is all He wants you to grasp clear
So that to His Kingdom you hugely contribute before His breath He takes away
For life is surely too short only in this way.
Her essence manifests on abysmal nights.
Aimlessly roaming in endless twilights.
Ceaselessly craving the warmth of sunlight.
Trapped in a shadow realm.
Forsaken passage to heaven.
An abomination so evil she's banished from hell.
A professed Christian woman, such a brutal disgrace.
Extraordinarily wicked.
A false mask of godliness concealed her true face.
An edacious hypocrite to her very core.
Treacherous, unscrupulous.
Constantly taking more.
Sacrificed her soul for adulteress lust.
While preaching of forgiveness and unconditional love.
Judge not she had said as she fantisized that you where dead.
To her husband she swore a biblical oath.
Falsifying the truth to those she did host.
Accused of betrayal for not bowing down.
Broken and tarnished her, self righteous crown.
A scapegrace of shame.
She aches all alone.
No mercy, no peace, no place to call home.
From time to time, you'll catch sight of her sillohette
on a moonlit night.
A glimpse of what she became.
A longing to end her relentless pain.
What I ask, did she gain?
He was getting old- but he wasn’t cold
He still had that fire burning deep within
And the urge to commit that adulteress sin.
A sub conscious thought to prove that he
Was still the man from many years ago
Because on his face it didn’t show.
When comments are made about
How good he looks for his age
That’s when he’ll climb on stage.
The ego is the downfall of every man
And to prove himself, he’ll take a stand.
How foolish can we men be
And it’s shown throughout history.
Men will always fall under a woman s spell
From that point on, he goes to hell.
Cleopatra queen of the Nile- Sampson and Delilah
Helen of troy-just to name a few
Took down these men, and knew exactly what to do.
When it comes to women “ we are weak”
The sexual fulfillment is what we seek.
Once the sexual desire is satisfied
The man will try to say good-bye.
But he’ll be pulled back into that web of sin
And on the women s face- there is a grin.
It started off when Eve ate the forbidden fruit
And convinced Adam to eat it too.
It has gone on till this present day
What else can I say.
Now these celebrities are in the news
It is not something that they would choose.
Men are building their own web
And when the spider comes “ they are dead”.
Ha-ha- ha- you’ve got to love it!
Just One Song
During your moment of seductive fantasy
My glance was bathing in your little eyes
Through, I see a holy land apostasy
By this world where people use the deadeyes
As the moon is starting to admire your body
Developing from that faithful dress
Let the music sat you as the melody
That wants to change you as an adulteress
Just one song to drop you on my mattress
Like an angel nude on the bed of eternal life
Just one kiss to taste your delicious sweetness
Like a baby thirsty of your gratifying breath of life
Let the piano cheers your extravagant glamor
Open your heart and adopt my gentle voice
The words will paint your soul with my color
Just one last song to convince your final choice
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."
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.