Best Corruptible Poems
The same cross you nail someone else's sin to; will be the same one used to advertise you.
The day gold became more important than bartering; was a time the world had been bought, and short-changed.
The time the world had been short-changed; was the moment within ourselves, our heart was corruptible.
The moment our heart was corruptible, prompted our souls scattering.
Now we see people selling their souls for worthless pieces of paper.
And we fashion ourselves as unrecognizable characters.
Woke people scream amongst the loudest traffic, but no one listens because gold keeps on glistening.
The crowd will pass an empty cross, and not ignore it. They pick the ugliest sin possible and say you deserve to be on this.
While going to Sunday brunch, knowing they too, deserved it.
Now, I ask you, was the gold worth it?
Categories:
corruptible, abuse, child abuse, courage,
Form:
Prose
Those Slithering Serpents Of World's Hidden Abyss
Through pleasant meadows they slither and soft hiss
pushing down nubile flowers as they go
they of dark, giver of serpentine kiss,
sowers of blackest curse that hatred grows,
a malignant force, masquerading as Light
of corruptible hearts, beasts out of sight!
Lying in wait in fields of verdant grass
with long razor sharp teeth so quick to bite
seeking to inflict pain as victims pass,
secure in deceit, monsters of night,
a malignant force, masquerading as Light
of corruptible hearts, beasts out of sight!
Within deep shadows they dance, curse and play
waiting for another target to slash
full of darkness, fearful of light of day,
with blades of hate, cutting a bloody gash,
a malignant force, masquerading as Light
of corruptible hearts, beasts out of sight!
Through pleasant meadows they slither and soft hiss
pushing down nubile flowers as they go
they of dark, giver of serpentine kiss,
sowers of blackest curse that hatred grows,
a malignant force, masquerading as Light
of corruptible hearts, beasts out of sight!
Robert J. Lindley, 2-19-2020
Rhyme, ( The Dark Disciples Of World's Cancerous Decrees )
Note: A poetic summation of those people that seek to
spread misery, pain, sorrow and injure others by way
of unwarranted attacks upon unsuspecting poetic souls.
Serpents that live to injure others that they decide
to harm due to their own insecurity, hatred, and/or
ill-born and unfounded jealouses.
May God forgive, (because for now) I am fresh out of that tender fruit
myself.
( Que Dios perdone, ya que estoy recién salido de ese
tierno fruto yo mismo. )
Categories:
corruptible, art, conflict, emotions, humanity,
Form:
Rhyme
Bruised and abused mentally battered no more
cause once your pushed so far its no turning back no matter who you are.
Bitterness creeps in, now consumed with sin
Trying to walk towards the light but only darkness in sight.
Tears steady roll en cause the flesh ain't controlled
and the heart and the soul battle with flesh outta control.
The corruptible nature's victorious once the wounds go so deep
The pain will not stop - night sweats when you sleep.
A deep yearning for peace, or desire to aquire to be free
but no hope is in sight cause you gave up the fight.
Right back to the streets - No safe place to be
traveling like a nomad searching for a home in this land
no true friends, no trace left of the "New Man".
Officially a Christian outcast but to them I will laugh
cause even in my pitiful state one day God will make a way
to control all this hate, and he will take me to a new land, wipe my tears away
repeat prayers that I have prayed, let me know he was listen
and take all my cares away...
Categories:
corruptible, urban, me,
Form:
Lyric
I am resigned.
I was once full of neoteric life, fresh as morning dew.
Blank as a hardened sponge waiting for that morning, to
soak in all this life.
I was curious and surprised by the innocence of young creatures. Playful, and distracted by all the colors, flavors, scents, sounds, and textures whirling around me. I was but one drop of water yet presumed myself the storm.
I was then full of new life within my growing awareness. I was the life giver. The female womb, ripe as fruit from the tree. The planting of which was forbidden but irresistible in its passion and pleasure.
Life and death growing inside me.
I was then blind sided by reality, by my insignificant self.
I lost the morning dew, I lost the fevered curiosity, I lost the ego.
I was left with cold questions and fear. Knowing myself to be corruptible.
I became the seeker, the hunter, the collector of truth.
The water dried up, hardened the sponge once again with no more mist or dew to soak in. It was not for me.
The colors no longer distract.
The flavors have lost their savor.
No perfume in this decaying stillness.
I am deaf to their noises, and they shrink from my touch.
I am resigned to listen to my own thoughts… of what is to come.
I am resigned.
Categories:
corruptible, age, art, birth, childhood,
Form:
Ekphrasis
You’re reaching up to the stratosphere
But never guessed the regrets
What’s becoming crystal clear
The higher you go, the darker it gets
The pyramid of worldly power
Both before and after the flood
Human cruelty’s crimson tower
Of exploitation’s bodies and blood
A bone-deep chill as dark altitudes enfold
The ruthless dedication to climb at all costs
Are you truly a creature of the cold
Or do you rue what has been lost?
To join our leaders on television
Foul creatures of fangs and claws
Parading their contempt and derision
For decency, morals, and laws
Our country’s transition abrupt
Its “representatives” reprehensible
So clear that power corrupts
Or merely attracts the corruptible
Smug politicians think they’re clever
And they’re right, those foul goats
They use the Sordid Prince as the lever
To shove the mad Queen down our throats
Another line of the epitaph
Of this dead and decaying democracy
The backroom dealers drink and dine
On the spoils of our plutocracy
The dying tower of destruction
Has its hooks in you, best beware
One chance to avoid soul corruption
Let the 2016 election go and say a prayer
7/7/16
© by Author
Contest: Evil is Everywhere
Sponsor: Brian Davey
Categories:
corruptible, america, anger, corruption, political,
Form:
Quatrain
A Letter to My Parents…
Are you the same mom and dad
I used to know?
Since I left the house… many years ago?
Both who carefully taught me the Christian ways.
Don’t seem to care what the Bible says.
You were there to give correction
with a belt in hand.
But now are doing things… I don’t understand.
What happened to the father’s love
I once seen in your eyes?
You’ve somehow twisted God's
truth into corruptible lies.
You’ve broken my heart
dear mom and dad.
I’m praying for you…
but my heart grows sad.
Will you take the time to listen to me?
I want the Godly parents you used to be!
Please make me proud of the
parents I once knew.
And know that I really love
and appreciate you.
You’re my mom and dad…
You’re the world to me.
And you’re special to God! It’s plain to see!
May your days be blessed and
God’s presence fill your soul.
I will always love you,
wherever you go.
Thanks mom and dad for reading
this “special letter.”
With God on board… Things will get better!
By Jim Pemberton 07/24/15
Categories:
corruptible, faith, family, father, forgiveness,
Form:
Rhyme
Morning lights on my leaden eyes
And on my body still weighted in sleep
Fuzzy thoughts try to creep into my mind
I try to move not sure if I really want to wake
I check the time on my mobile
That is beside my mattress on the floor
(Even though this bed is not quite ideal I reflect
At least I have a roof over me and I am safe)
My body clock and nature’s demands
Say I must rise
In this I have no option
I roll over holding my sore back
I will my legs to move
I shuffle slowly at first
It helps my circulation
The heaviness dissipates
I start to move less painfully
The warm summers day looks on me with lacksadaisy eyes
My body responds like a dull knife that is not able to cut anything
I need a sharpening tool
They say ‘Iron sharpens iron’
I need this if I am going to make this day cut with any precision
Painlessly, cleanly and with heightened sharpened wit
I look to the Rock that is higher than I
My heart is quickened within as I acknowledge His spirit in me
I am not alone for the sword of His word brings me light and joy
His presence in me brings me peace
And soon that which is corruptible will be swallowed up into eternal day
‘This is the day that the Lord has made’ I will rejoice in it
For YOU have made me Glad!
© Brenda V Northeast 3 Jan. 2012
Categories:
corruptible, allegory, faith, health, hope,
Form:
Free verse
You enchant me with dreamlike notions,
So flawless they seem to me as a figment of my imagination;
An envisioned reality, thought over so many times it has a semi-believable realness
You fill my corruptible life with a gallon of eternity and magic, joy and perfection
The thought that our intertwined lives might not be in our fate plunges deep into my stomach like a poisoned blade
I would choose the reality in where the collective noun of ‘us’ could morph into a infinite reality on earth, lasting until my bones crumble and my skin deteriorates over immortality and immense power
For i completely and utterly and fully adore you
You are my sun, the center of my solar system
And i am willingly trapped in your gravitational pull
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Categories:
corruptible, fantasy, love, meaningful, passion,
Form:
Free verse
Hooked through the heart by a homicidal honey
Stung like a bee from a mind full of menace
A dangerous diamond in the midst of dust devils
In the middle of a minefield she calls me to come
Risking life, love, and limb...living only for lust
Harsh lesson in life
Distance never making a difference
Gone like a ghost...the ignorance of innocence
Like an alien lost in an angry land
Hunted by hellions with hate in their hands
All alone and alienated
Jackrabbits and junkyard jokers...annihilate and ace them
Eliminate and erase...but the beasts all look like beauties
Soon captured and caged by that corruptible coochie
Enticed at the entrance...endless eyes glow with glee
For me there is no exit or escape
Seduced and made senseless
Gone like a ghost...the ignorance of innocence
My lover is a liar...her lies are so lyrical
Lost in her labrynth on the south side of spiritual
Her heat is habitual
I'm a junkie in her jail
Committing her crimes and paying her penance
I spread wings to fly but get fried on her electrified fence
Gone like a ghost...the ignorance of innocence
Categories:
corruptible, betrayal, sexy, sin,
Form:
Blank verse
Satan HATES everything that God loves!
He tries to counterfeit everything he does!
He goes about as a lion, seeking whom to devour!
He comes after us! But God alone has the power!
Satan will twist God’s truth, into a corruptible lie!
He has one mission!
And that is to see you die!
He wants to enslave you into deep addictions!
And bring into your life, unneeded afflictions!
He has one purpose, ambition and goal…
Is to seek eternal damnation of your very soul!
Jesus has come! His TRUTH can set you free!
He has come that you may have life abundantly!
Won’t you accept him? You can overcome!
Through the shed blood, and power of God’s son!
All glory to Jesus! All praise to
HIM on high!
He is your protector!
He is El-Shaddai!
Won’t you allow God’s love
to bring you salvation?
He offers it to right now!
A heavenly invitation!
God’s love is stronger than Satan!
HE reigns supreme!
He can help you to overcome,
the lies the devil brings!
By Jim Pemberton
Categories:
corruptible, character, christian, dedication, devotion,
Form:
Rhyme
I was told in the beginning
That a wish may not well be unicorn
With two winged thrust-thronged
To soar upon the cumulus,
And for those who are wishing
Wishes to fall on their laps
Were wholly rendered redundant,
Those who want to attain,
Tainted and tarnished past attainment
Forgetting forward fortune
And glory in goods temporary.
Now those who dole out mischief;
Sowing the seed of acrimony
Rotten in corruptible credo
Reshuffling reservoir of redundancy
To establish the roots of inertia,
Of Demo-CRAZY
Of masq-UERADES
Of lob-BEASTS
Of cons-titu-PATION
Of elders
Of fools
Of economy
Of pain
Of nemesis
Of crying jags
And hopelessness, deep furrows on wanton minds
Remembering the deceit of denigration
That brought doomed to deserving daddies
That it is always a surprise,
Unwilling stallion in the midst
Of same blind, semblance sahibs,
A remembrance of the past remembrance
Raising the boys to take the Salutary gauntlet
of the favour done
To pave the way
For stock taking and a quiet get out,
Of the unending, pass measure euphoria,
Then it fell on the laps
Of a fiery warrior; then
The dance of the macabre
And a sycophantic applause,
Mutatis mutandis, endless queues
Of rebounding stomachs
Roaming, rounder the ruins
Recounting remnant reservoir
Denouncing, declaring deceiving
All one enmeshed in the same pot
For the final stir of the arbiter.
Categories:
corruptible, political
Form:
Free verse
The Wickedness That Abounds!
As it was in Noah's day, so shall
it be at Christ' coming.
Just look at our nation!
And how wicked it's becoming!
Many families are falling apart...
and here's the reason why...
Many have exchanged God's truth
for a corruptible lie.
Professing to be wise, we have become fools.
By exchanging God's word for
our own “set of rules.”
Doing “whatever feels right” according
to one’s interpretation.
Sinful “pleasures” have brought
God's wrath on our nation.
Promoting sexual sins
and perversions of every kind…
We have violated the conscience
God placed in our mind.
Becoming very arrogant, boastful
and filled with pride.
This “mountain of garbage” has washed
ashore with an ungodly tide.
Our only hope in this stink and filth
we find ourselves in.
Is coming to Jesus Christ...and repent of every sin!
Heaven or hell? Which place would you rather be?
Living in bondage, or to have your
chains removed and be set free!
Jesus is our only hope in the midst
of uncertainty and fear.
Remember his coming draws ever so close!
It's almost here!
By Jim Pemberton 04/24/15
Categories:
corruptible, america, christian, culture, evil,
Form:
Rhyme
Young and Old: It is time to
wake up; Young America, there comes a moment in life were it is coherent
that the close eye's of supply and demand will offer a challenge that shall seperate the boy's
from the Man's. And to add to this remark, Women, whether you are white, black, red or what
ever choice that place's you in the catagory of demand. Your emotional fortitude alway will be
an issue, the supplie's of your womanhood, is that the challenge's of tomorrow supercedes
any challenge's of yester-year's because the cause's of determination are often misunder-
stood when both sexes's think they are above their nature and their attitude is to be conc-
ieve as "good". But, "It's not about You". Old, middleage or new, a generation of viper's it is
not about you, not about the clothe's you wear or the self proclaim existence of your supply
and demand. He spoke everything into its proper order of importence, now the evil beast
[satin] and the self centered thought's of people's, have the forces of impurity been given to
a society that's compel to do what they want too do. "Is that You".
Satin: has taken over the Churche's: God created life: Mankind in its procurement to out-do
the essence of God himself, have accepted an abonminable disrespect unto himself and who
are the one's that suffer: Our Churche's, as an uppity blandent society of worshipper's, that
knows no God, has allow itself that the place of worship has become a dend of permissive be-
haviour. "It's not about You". It's about God (Jehovah) the name of Emanuel speake's that he
is the Lord of everything. And the attitude of the peoples can not change one thing. With eye's
wide open and the spirit of love is resussited in generation upon generation recieving the
blessing of the Son; Young and Old, Shout-Out the cidditiness from your lungs. Accept and
believe. "He is the One".
Let the Bible speak's: Forasmuch as ye know that ye were not redeem with corruptible
1 Peter 1 18-19 thing's, as silver and gold, from your vain conversation recieved
by tradition from your fathers: But with the precious blood of
Christ, as of a lamb without blemish and spot:
Categories:
corruptible, angst, depression, devotion, faithgod,
Form:
Narrative
1MDB Walking Free
Talk about living charmed lives for some people in positions of power.....
The latest involve news of the latest appointments of certain financial figures...
News about President elect Donald Trump's handpicking of certain people..
To spearhead his primary rallying call to make America great again...
Looks to be a potential pooling of people linked to 1MDB unsavoury fame...
No less than 3 of his latest appointees are tarred with the 1MDB brush of shame...
The latter being of course undeniably the world's largest Ponzi Scheme....
Spearheaded by a well derided kleptomaniac who is mysteriously referred to as MO1...
MO1 is a Malaysian Official leader, who conspired with crooks, and siphoned off billions ....
In an financial scandal to involves investigation that requires no less than 8 nations..
Despite their dubious links to 1MDB shame through the company they once served ...
A most reputable, respected and established financial entity called Goldman Sachs...
Gary Cohn, Steve Bannon and Steven Mnuchin are 3 top notched economic advisers.....
Recently appointed into the incoming Trump administration as key treasury officers.....
Rivalling the considerable financial clout wielded by the office of the Treasury Secretary..
Will incoming Attorney General Jeff Sessions drop the lawsuits by the U.S. Justice Department....
Will he be advised to finally set aside the high profile case of pursuing financial justice...
To seize assets that were the result of US$3.5 billion that was misappropriated from 1MDB...
If that happens, people, remember this Bolehland of infinite possibilities...
If it happens, “Mr. Dirty” MO1 could suddenly become “Mr. Clean” Mahatma Gandhi.....
Hohoho...
With Santa Claus coming for Xmas dinner, what gifts are there for long suffering Malaysians...
More infinite possibilities from corruptible individuals, from here to the highly esteemed US Judicial Office?...
This saga of 1MDB being the source of various slush funds that netted billions for MO1...
Will justice be seen done in the long run or will money and power brokers prevail as one...
And we see history bear witness that even in the highest office in the Land of the Free...
Alternative possibilities can happen and somehow charm the corrupted into walking free?....
Categories:
corruptible, america, betrayal, community,
Form:
Free verse
Magnificent and marvelous earth - an abode of ----------------HEAVEN
Obsigning man to live a life in peaceful secure------------------HAVEN
Thriving well to luscious fresh fruits and air surely -------------WILL
Home and support the best possibility of life, humans -------- BE
Enjoin! Counteract global warming and pollution-------------- PRESENT
Remember, each day IMMEDIATE ACTION is NEEDED NOW--- HERE
Elevate awareness! Empower all resources! ------------------- PRESERVE.
Abstain from greed and corruptible acts, instead, ------------- RESTORE
Resurrect nurturance and sensitivity, pour out nothing but---- LOVE
Torment the devil and be like that of a compassionate--------- MOTHER
Hunger! Thirst for better living here on our one and only ------EARTH...
By
Olive eloisa
5:17 pm
April 22, 2014
CONTEST: ACROSTIC/ END LINE WORD
SPONSOR: JARED PICKETT
HONORABLE MENTION.. :) PRAISE God!!!
Categories:
corruptible, desire, earth, environment, inspiration,
Form:
Acrostic