Best Blasphemies Poems
Pope Francis's belief in the Almighty
has been brought to serious question,
when, on his speech on Origins,
the Bible received nary a mention -
save for a passing glance at Genesis.
His credibility has dwindled rather perilous
it seems - considering, of course, Catholicism's
typical rep of condemning holy writ to ostracism.
The acolytes "explode" with his
acceptance of Naturalism,
Evolution and Bigbangerism.
In a pinch he waved his magician's wand
and pronounced all prior blasphemies - gone!
God - he stated - has no such pointy stick
of which to create all, with a simple flick
of his wrist. The Almighty has limits
and shall conform to Francis's rigid
interpretation, thereof. He tips his hat
in one last show of priestly decorum:
I wish you all a most bless-ed
novus ordo seclorum.
NOTE: The term "novus ordo seclorum" is Latin for "New World Order". If you ever forget how to say it, or spell it, just pick up any American federal reserve note - it'll be right under the pyramid with the all-seeing eye.
For out of the heart proceed evil thoughts, murders, adulteries, sexual immortality , theft, false testimony, blasphemies.
These are what make a man 'unclean, ' but to eat with unwashed hands does not make him 'unclean'. Matthew 15:19-20
Clean person in the eyes of Yahweh God,
some people can be ignorant of the word of God
even though they have bibles in their houses, phones , laptops, and libraries.
Does it possible for water to remove evil thoughts
into some folks?
(Answer : no and no, )
How many times do some evil people bathe a year?
( Answer : many times ,)
Does it fair to praise "Evil" to avoid criticism?
( Answer : It is not fair,)
Wisdom of God is not same as of this earth
and so heavy to carry by some people
who got grace to have it.
It is so hard for some short - tempered people to carry
the wisdom of God no matter how very mature
and smart they can seem to be.
Someone can seem wise in the eyes
of some people while he "she" is
nothing in the face of Yahweh God.
It is very hard for some wise of this earth
to identify those who carrying the wisdom of God
as they are very differ in so many things.
someone can seem to be wise in the eyes of some folks, because of few public good actions,
while he "she" is one of the world conflict makers
" or witches , wizards, satanists" secretly.
It is easy to test the wisdom of this earth by eyes
but physical eyes can never characterise
the wisdom of God in someone,
reason why there are a lots of misunderstandings
in christianity in these todays.
some people contunued applying their phylosophies
for their personal gains
and reject the instructions
of the Spirit of Christ.
July 20/2023
Because of obedience
I have a vision
My path is clear now
For all my plans
Are in the Lords Hands
I turn my eyes away from sin
My ears hears no blasphemies
And for His grace
My hand are clean
The Lord loves me,
Gives me piece
And satisfies my needs
When I lack
I do not need
Jealous are my cursed enemies
For they cannot touch me
I triumph over all that is against me
For God fights for me
"...Dominus orationem meam suscepit."
Burning his little jelly bottom raw,
He blisters in his liquid greenish poop.
He has no means to summon us at all
To drain the acid swamp of split pea soup.
Except to scream, a peevish infant yawp,
And so he screams, until we take his goop.
We modestly subserve our son's ejecta.
Clean, dry and warm: his everyday trifecta.
He's not alone. I've had my days of burning.
Blistered and raw, to salve my hurt I prayed
for balm from God, ultimately learning
His summit lay on far too steep a grade.
Footless in His scree, inflamed with yearning,
My wounds combusted into wrath. I brayed
My blasphemies, then heard the Logoi fall.
I had no means to summon Him at all.
Which births a trailing thought about the sainted:
Their whispered prayers, their worshipful reclusion,
Which all the hagiographers have painted.
Don't buy it. Souls corroded with confusion,
Their love of God with hatred wholly tainted,
And Doubt the only friend to their seclusion,
With blasphemies they burnt the fetid air.
Profanation is the purest form of prayer.
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From The Book of Days, Sonnet 2
For Lo! I must relate this tome to you
who gather here to listen and believe
to tell the story I believe is true
before my sanity (BARK!) takes its leave.
The Spuds in Exile traversed the terrain
wearing long dresses of the fine-spun silk
all travelling by sedan car and train
with their bright ears fresh-bathed in llama milk
and (UUUURRRGGHHH!!) such necklaces as seldom seen
made of gold-plated prunes and aubergines
graced the neck-less heads of brown and green
of these arcane potato libertines.
And (WOOF!) soon you must go and leave me here
for my time of insanity is near.
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A Running Transformathon
Mutation comes: hair after little spiny hair
appears on palms and small akimbo knees
and he is wont to don dark leather underwear
and mumble backwards in dour blasphemies
The beer flows, the cape swirls, the spud appears
grinning like a satyr in the dark
with twin horns standing up like stabbing tuber spears
he's poised to lope and gibber in the park
Mutation comes: the cycle goes and comes again
when the moon's bright halo lights the sky
the spud goes skinny-dancing at your window pane
and howls along with every mad dog's cry.
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Revenge of The Jelly Men
I dreamed a dream,
screamed a scream,
a vocal vent of pain:
the Jelly Men are coming
to find me here again!
They are coming slow and stealthy,
they are coming with blancmange,
they are coming back to pelt me
with a stale Victoria sponge.
I see the day
fade away
to all-consuming black;
the Jelly Men are coming
in dark, deadly attack!
with their moaning and their howling
and their teeth fiercely displayed,
and their custard dogs slow-prowling
in the sleepless, shifting shade.
A sound of drums,
the tyrant comes,
on legs covered in hair!
The Jelly Men are coming
with their dark, demented stare!
I will lash them with strong cable,
I will fight them fearlessly,
I am here under the table
merely out of strategy.
Happy National Dog Day, PS!
Beagle, boxer, poodle, pug,
Airedale, cocker spaniel, terrier,
Shiatsu, pom, or something furrier,
Pedigreed or cur-ish mug,
Dogs make our lives ever so much merrier.
We pick up after, poof, and pamper them,
But, never like our kids,
Do we with the Ten Commandments try to hamper them.
Consider how they often make us break with number Seven,
And other blasphemies they might incur if there were Eleven.
But for all their sins they make amends
With apologetic eyes, and ingratiating grins.
We try holding out, but in the end,
A sloppy kiss, first us then them,
A wag, a hug, and we're best friends again.
God guide my wandering soul
And light my perilous paths,
For I'm just a little man.
Cloth my soft nudity
And protect my head from folly,
For I'm a little man.
Smite my adversaries
And win my battles,
For I'm a little man.
Feed my belly
And slate my thirst,
For I'm a little man.
Forbid that I should die young
In fear of sudden wealth
Or the coming of immodest fame,
For I'm a little man.
I'm a little man,
Lord forgive my folly
And pardon my blasphemies,
Because I'm a little man.
Cohort blasphemies
where we Lie within ourselves
black mirror templates
A nightmare without terror,
A peaceful life without savor.
Voluble blasphemies
In the flames of a hell
Perfumed with the stench of lust.
A heart loaded with lugubrious memories,
My soul bellows in the darkness.
Running to die, for barren pleasures,
Insatiable are the sickles of the reaper.
Allergic to flashing lights, even with a spotless record,
I wander in the obscurity of their hatred.
Thirsty for bills of every color,
I sometimes gaze at my scars
So as never to lower my guard,
Always on alert like a fugitive terrorist.
A few victims etched on the clocks of my conscience,
I have lost liters of hemoglobin, scraps of flesh,
Worshipper of spontaneous shots of adrenaline.
I know the story of my genetic code,
I will never be ashamed of coming from a third-world country.
I have rummaged through the trash of my memory
Before scourging the arrogance of my oppressors.
Lamentation has never been scribbled
In the script of my existence.
Clairvoyant, I behold the world
With the eyes of the bearer of celestial lights.
Nothing but interests in my directory,
I have no time to scrutinize
The complexities of human nature.
I glean my elation
From the fears of my enemies.
I carry the stature of those slaves
Drugged by the peace pipe of liberty.
In the twilight of my melancholy existence, love savors its bravery, like a vulture allergic to the suspicious aspects of ephemeral glamour, in a final macabre choreography.
On the edge of the precipice of my dramatic choices, my sacrifices reveal the artifices of their curses, but also the selfishness of their spiritual benefits in the face of the imposture of the supposed crucifixion of Jesus Christ.
The eloquence of my silence allowed my innocence to resist the violence of arrogance.
The tyranny of hegemony and the xenophobia of foreigners breed racial savagery and imperialist barbarism, while Western supremacy is transformed into a burlesque comedy trivializing negrophobia.
Suffering generates sentences, but sometimes repentance opens the way to independence, so that insolence can never turn into condescension.
Between the medals and the funerals, between the reunions and the reprisals, battles grip the rudder of my destiny, with a range of tortures.
My emotions oscillate between devotion to justice and the promotion of disbelief, urgently seeking remission of my transgressions, before the purification of the flames of hell plunges my divine spark into the furnaces of illumination.
The liberation of my ambitions contributed to the strengthening of my convictions, so that my determination unleashed the full extent of my potential.
My distance from dementia is minimal, even if the angel of death exempts me for the moment from the penances of the eternal abyss, my blasphemies sow the seeds of a new hope.
The history of my people is the memory of its victories and the grimoire of its disappointments,
Despite the decline of the pharaohs, the savagery of slavery and the barbarity of colonization, she taught me saving lessons so that my Africanness could flourish throughout the Earth.
In the permanent search for truth and sincerity, I aspire to freedom, equality and fraternity,
To a serenity, far from the vanities that humanity loves to adulate to forget its fragilities.
Between my feelings and their punishments, stands the sanctuary of the last judgment, their compliments obscure the lights of my cosmic atom.
In the quarrels of my past, the aftereffects persist, recalling the rebellious periods of my tormented soul.
I will never trust human beings, even if immortal love challenges my conscience.
"For the mighty woes
of our desperation,
our much need'd embark,
an appraisal of
valor. I must
lead this army
to uphold virtue."
Prince Alarumdives
strode upon, seeking
the contempt of his
desires. The King and
his bastard portrayal,
left feelings of emptiness,
though closed.
Upon awaiting the
outcome of this
mighty showing, he
did bring forth
the maiden, Geinere.
"Your blasphemies supposed,
confuse me woman.
Conjurer of elementals,
this sudden mise of
war. How you? How
you Geinere?"
"A dove's cry, a
looming hawk, nowhere
to be found, this
bit of fear, for your
filth and dishonor,
I will concede.
I am at no mercy
for you, this meditation
of murder and failing
innocence. . . ."
II.
For the tempest
and its accusal.
The portrayal at
no delay. Be it
sorrowful, melancholic,
poor Geinere, her
burgeoning grave,
the king's declaration.
"Poorest dear, the
gleeful glances you will,
appreach'd of lechery,
this wise King fallen
upon."
""These battles brought
upon this kingdom
from afar. . . the Gods,
surely their vengeance
for this decadence
and disgrace!" Geinere
spoke with Venusian
flame.
"You, oh glorious
you Geinere,
debauched, acts
of such mindful
lusts, betrayal, a
moment's freedom
no more, imprisonment,
mischievous!"
To no delay,
Geinere, under way.
For the mournful
maiden, the deceitful
treachery, so falsely
accused, this bitter
resolution, patience
her virtue.
Geinere, speaking
sharply as her pride
erupted, questioning
the royalty she was
to respect and admire.
"Why, why this unfathomable
beast, and its deafening
capture, the hypocrisy
and its right, falling
from grace, may there
be victory, for my
Prince and his love.
The Gods, I do ask,
betaking repentance,
this kingdom of Martyr!"
I am all! Can you not see; I have this power that's inside me
I choose my strengths to shun all weakness; there is a God to snare the bleakness
Horrific sights which fill my mind; I've seen it all we're all in a bind!
Protruding plans that work the damned; they are all there to hold your hand
Let's take a walk in Hell today; I promise that I won't let you stay
I am the angel of withered times; I'll show you all of your hidden crimes
They lurk inside to bite you all; they beg and plead for you to fall
You will give in against your will; you will be tricked and then distilled
Your numbing minds work well in sight; aligned with evil you all burn bright
Unforgiving pleasures engulf your brain; the world is nuts, in fact insane
This place most foul and quite disgusting; the true forms of evil are for lusting
I am the angel of damaged souls; he tempts you all to breed new goals
Alter ego slithering through just like the snake who was untrue
Blasphemies infest your world; All the disgusting sins of which unfurled
The dirty places you like to go; the things that kill you all so slow
I can see which you can not; I've seen it all and his ill plot
He'll snatch you fast right under your feet; He'll strap you in a torture seat
I am the angel of bitter taste; this land is surly going to waste
There's no escape we've gone too far; the water will boil and land will char
Turn straight to ashes, then to dust; I hope you're all satisfied with your lust
I see the times of hypocrisy; the wicked magic of sorcery
I've seen the darkness shine so bright; the times inverted with new light
You can't escape, it's all just lies; I can hear all of your wretched cries
I am the angel of punishment; I see you robbed of innocence
Just outside his window,
moonlight turns the pounding rain
¦¦ into gems that glitter on the grass
Crouching, with his face
mere inches from the lower pane,
¦¦ he fogs up the bottom of the glass
He's been acting strangely
for at least a week or two
¦¦ Now, the pieces start to fall in place
While he is fixating on what he's about to do,
¦¦ grotesque changes flicker on his face
Suddenly, he shakes with pain, the likes he's never felt,
¦¦ next, awakes beside the garden path
where, revived by spikes of rain that drive into his pelt,
¦¦he comes back alive... a psychopath
Abstract thoughts identify a full moon as the cause
¦¦ for the transformation he's come by
Driven mad by hands and feet that flatten and sprout claws,
¦¦he lets out a howl that spans the sky
In due time, he's acclimated to
his altered state,
¦¦ steady now, enough to leave the trees,
he heads to a town that he has visited of late,
¦¦where he will begin his blasphemies
Upon his arrival, he is met with blinding lights
¦¦ Townsfolk holding torches in the air!
Shouldering their muskets, several have him in their sights
¦¦ but the danger doesn't come from there
He has caught the scent of one who sits some feet apart
¦¦ Someone who has got a proper gun
BANG! A single shot, then molten silver hits his heart
¦¦ and his reformation has begun
As he writhes and howls, the townfolk move in gingerly,
¦¦ peering past thick clouds of grainy smoke
Having slain a monster, they are stunned by what they see -
¦¦ They've gunned down an ordinary bloke!
Everyone's gone...
There's no one to look up to...not one...
Not one will be kind enough
To look down and attempt to help me...
Everyone's gone...
I'm beneath the debris
There's no one there to save me...
I'm left to my own misery
Everyone's gone...
I guess I'll find my way out of this maze
Without any clues
I'm waiting for relief to dawn upon me
Everyone's gone
I'm dealing with so much trauma
I'm watching for any signs of support...
Hear my echoes of pain...
It drives me insane...
Catch me before I fall off the cliff...
Everyone's gone
I'm all skin and bones
I'm trapped like a hunted animal
The predator took a bite into me...
Don't just watch me suffer...
Deserted in this lonesome state
Everyone's gone
I'm kicked around like a soccer ball
Hear me as I call...
Help me to stand tall
Help me...
Reach up to the sky
To feel the coolness seep through me
Help me...
To be inspired to write more uplifting songs
Help me think more positively - help me wave g'bye
Help me...
Forgive me for all of my wrongs...
Everyone's gone
I'm a screwed-up building
I need you to be my backbone
Straighten me up...help me to be stiff like a soldier
About to enter another horrifying war
Support me today...
And stick with me tomorrow!
I want to let go of the past memories...
Scaring away my happy moments and delights
I want to smear away the blasphemies…
Obliterating my blissful days and nights
Everyone's gone...
There's no one to depend on...not one...
Not one will be brave enough
To look down and attempt to help me...
Everyone's gone...
I'm beneath the city
There's no one to show me the jolly sun...
I'm left to my own misery
Everyone's gone...
Fine… I'll find a way to get out of this nightmare
Without any clues
I'm waiting for relief to give me strength instead of fear
Somehow it's like you don't exist
The stars above are missing you
You've been away for oh so long
And I'm drowning in your absence,
Just like drowning in quicksand
I can only stop the struggle
To avoid the complication
You're gone, away
You can't believe
How the fire you lit so long ago
In my soul
In my heart
Can eat me up when you're not around
We're planets apart;
So close, yet so far
And when you're roaming another world
Carefree and smiling
Unaware of the turmoil
Your absence causes
Here I lay, drowning in your memory
No-one to keep me company
But myself
So I sit, and think… and just exist
And the magic you have on me starts to fade
The beauty and meaning which you brought
To my life
Seem to die away
Into pictures of Utopia
Abstract euphoria
They fade into the charred night sky
Weighing heavy on my heart tonight
Like a coal ocean breeze,
Or a cave painting, of what used to be
And I start to remind myself… of myself
I see my ugliness, stripped naked
Staring into the mirror
No longer saved, rescued, hidden, covered
By your beauty…
My pity, my shame… my agony
Bare, unclothed
No longer lifted by your confidence,
Your pride, your pleasure
My blasphemies, lies, my defiled soul
No longer sanctified with the purity, the faith,
The truth you plunge me into
This is my ugly truth
- - -
I am myself now
My old, pitiful self
I'm the monster I was running away from
Before I crashed so hard… into your arms
But it was the best crash
Fate steered me into
My hero
My savior…
Now, with no shelter
I am a pit
Of everything I used to be
There's no running away
No angel to fly me skywards
To lift me and drown me into the sun
To save me
I'm left to sink in a muted sea
The sea of tears I cry for you
I cry when I miss you…
I never thought I would
And before I run out of air,
I just want you to know…
You brought the meaning to my life
You colored all the black and white
Without you I'd be a careless soul
You are the one who made me whole
You saved me from me
From the killer that I was
And if I could sing, to you, my final words
I'd say this…
You taught me the art of human passion
You taught me to love myself so deeply
And then, I'd be able to love someone else
You taught me to smile when I wanna cry
That there are no limits—
Not even the sky
Thank you
I miss you
I love you…