Best Corruptive Poems
Obstruction of Corruption
If it really was inclusive
Could it also be intrusive
And had it been obstructive
What it created was corruptive
All confused with collusive.
Here are some tweaks
for you lawyer freaks.
Jim Horn
The cadence of the knell on the wind Lord
Has folk peering from windows and doors
A reminder of fickle mortality
Peals forlornly, for whom the bell tolls
The screams of the Angels, are deafening
Those with the conscience to hear
Dark Winter, cuts colder than ice
Unfolding, the fear of all fears
Media controlled information
Has us fighting brother to brother
As the puppeteers pull on our heartstrings
An Orwellian surrogate mother
Totalitarian terror prevails
An Agenda to meet, time is flying
Denver Airports Time-capsule, historic
Egomaniacs prayers to the dying
Positions of power are key
Those appointed are elitely chosen
Merchants of Venice they’d shame
Like iniquitous embryos, frozen
World Health Organization, instruction
To quell conscientious objectors
Mouth the words of the purse-handlers credo
The beneficiaries, monied investors
The greatest good for the greatest of numbers
Bantham cries, from the crest of his pew
Utilitarian logic prevails
Though, decisions are made by the few
Get in line, live your days in your cells
As we gather the troops to protect you
Martial Law looms, incessantly closer
For your safety we’ll need to inject you
The corruptive, are those with the power
Wielding deaths sword, resolutely
Political towers of Babel
Where power corrupts absolutely
In a World of pandemic paranhoia
The essential works, deemed to be crucial
Are the implementation of towers
Beaming Signals of Sorrow, so brutal
A virus is only a name, you see
It was never a death causal factor
Electromagnetic technology
Is the key to the virul reactor
Big Brothers got one million eyes
And a chip, for to go where e’er you go
No crock of gold’s waiting out there
Hid beneath, ‘An Invisible Rainbow’
His golden delicious red lips
Rosy with a hint of distaste and betrayal
His grassy green hair
Compromises the diseased brain rotting from within
His tall plush shoulder pads
Thin waist and frail stature–demasculinizes
Yet adds weight to his corpse-like, ghostly-pale complexion
His tightly clinched teeth
With his brutal and merciless laughter
Entertains sarcasm and mockery
Revenge he seeks
For his defacement by way of acid
His personal symbol
The two-sided coin
A silly game of life or death
Mastered by none other than the Joker
Gotham City’s most notorious vigilante
A corruptive force
Rooted in civility
By Marckincia Jean
By Marckincia Jean
6/5/15
Me, myself out of all,
Struggling in a jungle what a call?
My reputation is totally ruined,
While storms are starting to rain upon me.
Am I too bad for success,
Because I am too fed by curses?
Am I dumped by my fellow ancestors?
Oh, my fellow brothers and sisters.
Please my lord be with my siblings,
During bad and hard seasons.
Here are the destructive storms upon them,
No corruptive actions should be done, Amen.
I feel like I am drowning on the deep ends of Black hills,
In fact, I feel drowsy when I am on my feet.
I can’t stand and make my better future,
Am I failing to manage my culture?
Help!! No one recognising my voice,
Friends are out of nowhere to hear my voice.
Let me forget about my good friends,
I see now, my first enemy is my friend.
What is this thing called a friend?
My home’s name is erased by friends.
Where is its dignity?
Oh! My neighbour knows very well.
I wanted to explain how set up our Universe with its precise tuned laws and constants which created, according String Theory, through dancing tinniest sparticles. Its seems to me that Democracy values have also such strong and universal effect for our entire life. So we must very good "play and dance" with them for creating prosperious family, friendship and eventually state.
Please, dance
with the democratic values
as often as possible,
play with them,
imitate and love
the countries with staunch and stable democratic institutions,
stick tightly to them,
entreating them to be with you or even cry out
if democracy don’t undestand you,
be strong and mersiles with any attempt and trend
toward dictatorship and violence
but be limitless merciful and careful with the democracy,
which often acted against herself,
if you want establish the real safety
and prosperity for your country and children
you must deeply respect and love this strange woman.
Don’t believe for any other sort and kind of ideologies and state structure,
especially elude religious believers and claims and so called
founder of sovereign models of democracy,
which only camouflaged the most hideous and atrocious intend and content
of corruptive comrades, terrorists and bandits and maniacks.
Play with crystal-clear and marvelously pure and fresh
water of democracy
constantly reviving and refreshing
milk of honesty, justice and peace and prosperity.
Play with marvelous sparticles
going as deep as possible
to that misterious game in family,
in love, in police
in local level
and in entire community and worldwide,
universe itself has born and grown with her dance and sparklings.
New Year 2013 may welcome Peace
May the New Year welcome the peace and
Feed good thoughts in our minds
May it sow noble seeds in our land
To change this hell at least as Earth
Bloody violence may go out of this land and
Nasty hunger may go for it’s death
Stupid poverty may reach it’s corner
Lovely world may incarnate from this hell
May my dreams come to true on this dawn
May His mercy shower on our lives
May my pen write prosperity in epics
I want these My Lord bless me to attain
Lazy dogs may go to their pits
Greedy worms may go to their end
Corruptive gems may go to deep
Holy souls may bless to us
My poetry is utterly deadly, it effects people in so many bizarre ways.
It is like a demonic medley, leaving the reader in a drug enhanced haze.
My poetry is hypnotically unique, it takes readers places they've never been.
I have poets sweating my technique, and wanna taste my corruptive sin!
My poetry is diabolically insane, it was created in the very bowels of hell.
The couplets left a trail of bloodstain along the corridors of Satan's fiery cell!
My poetry will catch you on fire, burning you from the inside out.
My words will wrap you in barbed-wire, leaving scratches like you've been in a
twelve round bout!
My poetry journeyed beyond the bottomless pit, searching the worlds atmosphere.
My adjectives make a reader vomit, leaving a stomach tumor for a souvenir!
My poetry will incinerate your mind, and leave you for buzzards to eat.
Metaphors stay locked and confined, which makes me the highest paid poetic
athlete!
My poetry will be remembered as "legendary," so engrave that on my tombstone.
This stanza is not ordinary, and I will remain on my diamond encrusted throne!
My poetry is like a drug overdose, this poem is unlike anything you've ever heard!
With this couplet, I'll bring this poem to a close, so never forget my diabolical words!
Explosions rock the boat;
Ocean gushes inside.
The battered stern won't float,
All controls lock their slide.
Listing fifteen degrees,
The lifeboats fail to launch.
Swift decent lugs a squeeze
Impossible to staunch.
After mounting seconds
The vessel starts to slow,
While the stark deep beckons
To swallow them below.
Schweiger spies the turmoil
From aboard U-20.
Acts of rage shall embroil.
Outcomes destroy plenty.
Along the starboard side,
Crewmen sadly lose grip.
Force and terror collide--
Rag dolls plummet and flip.
The Merseyside Bowler,
Captain Bill Turner stays
As the helm controller
Until the sea betrays.
He scoops the chart and log
Before tossed by the wave
To splash down in the fog
As deck chairs bob to save.
Eighteen minutes stalk down
As the queen disappears,
This vessel of the crown
Sheds life essence like tears.
Of the forty-eight rafts,
Only six salvage lives.
Few are plucked from the craft,
Rescued before the dive.
Bodies scramble for life
As the rouge flotsam floats.
Survivors torn by strife
Wait for swift rescue boats.
The massive toll of grief
Demands a quick response.
Liars sell disbelief,
More soldiers to ensconce.
Freedom dies from deceit
Since justice needs to thrive.
Heroes wail in defeat
When covert acts contrive.
So Schweiger falls denounced
For his sinister role.
Yet U-boats do fall trounced
By the British patrol.
Bounties Cunard offers
To captains ramming foes
Offer tempting coffers
For quelling danger woes.
Poor Lusitania!
Dashed by corruptive lies.
Megalomania,
Shielding truth in disguise.
The sleeping giant stirs
Due to brutal accounts,
Sparking violent slurs
With omissive recounts.
Woodrow Wilson blusters
At the German attack
While the bankers muster
To break our nation’s back.
Indignant elites rule
Behind grim deception.
Lessons untaught in school
Show wicked inception.
Circus XX 2
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Welcome one all,
I picked up a straight jacket just for you
climb into my wild world of corruption
challenge my diverse spotted intellect.
Come on in.
have a seat on my spiked throne
feel the satisfaction of its pleasurable foreplay
it will tickle your hidden treasures
Stay a while...
let me play with you...
in my psychotic playground of doom
I shall light the fire in your fancy
Trapped...
not yet...
you're just in a box of illusions
let it swallow your senses
A dream...
hardly lover...
I have only ignited a fire long put out
and secured an insecure spot in your being
Taste me,
all my unholy of holies
and gulp for air as you overindulge in my sweetness
your curiosity amuses me
Let us not quarrel over confusions,
enjoy the sinful red tape routines
the act of balance is quite a trip
will you be self-righteous?
Dip me in marigold colored swirls,
this is your fantasy arena
where marshmallows are the pillows
on your slow floating boat to the milky way.
but somewhere..oh somewhere
you are lost in the morbid abyss
and I caught you like a spiders web
won't you folly in my decadence a little longer.
Enjoy the sting of my corruptive force,
we shall indulge together in forbidden play
let me lace up my corset
I will pay your flesh with my whip.
Dream on the keeper of the Stars,
we are nightmare pleasure seekers
awaiting our harmonious O's
as we slither bare upon your folds.
Banish us NO LONGER>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
7/15/15
Jessica Thompson
Technological Breakdown.
.
Has Hi-tech technology
Now gone too far
That we seem lost without
In this hedonistic instant gratification
Obsessed days
.
Or were we better without it yesterday
When life was simpler and less complicated
In so many different ways
.
Of course it has made life easier
And communication better still
But I think it's gone too far
We are moving too fast
In a speeding burning car
Without a brake
.
For the good souls it’s a useful tool
But for the evil one’s
A Devils playground
With souls to take
Leaving devastation
Within it’s corruptive wake
.
Where is the joy today?
For the evil and greedy have taken it away
With ads that invade your home
All the time on social media
And now on your phone
.
The latest must-haves
Up for grabs
Telling you it’s the most current desirable thing
They just don’t want to take your money
But sell your soul and even take your skin
.
I used to love to watch old movies
That I enjoyed as a kid on TV
but now they have taken them away
And now charge you a fee
.
Too much choice too much hype
The net gets darker
With so much trolling and so much vice
But serious sin comes with a price
.
Ads that bring pain and sorrow
Invest in a will or funeral plan now
Never mind tomorrow
Brainwashing by marketeers
And greedy investors
Who hound you into submission
Vultures who pick at your bones and pester
.
Endless logins and security
Take the joy
Out of everything for me
.
Bulling extortion and scamming
Viruses and jamming
The dark web
And evil sceaming and planning
.
The high cost of technology
Doesn’t just come
From the latest labeled must-have phone
But the one’s we use every day
That intrude our lives
And our home
.
G5 and too many microwaves
May take us to our early graves
Technology has gone way too far
And soon will have its day.
.
‘’We are just too reliant’’.
,
Peter Dome©2020.
A NATION IN CRISIS…FALLING APART
It has been said that America
is an experiment in democracy.
If that is so—and it seems to be—
this country is in deep septic trouble.
Today, the mad dog political moniker
can no longer be looked upon as a joke;
for America, in its political experiment
in democracy, has truly gone made and
is now falling apart from its rabid agents
of abject bigotry, hate, and racism.
It appears that the pre-experimental exercise
of attempting to make slaver as common
as shackling pets today, has forced
modern-day mad dog political power mongers
to readjust their corruptive variables
to ensure desired collateral damage outcomes.
Indeed, the demonizing of the innocent
to rationalize ethnic-based murder,
has become a Hitler-like tactic
that has proven its “negative-good” desire
that has arisen from this Frankenstein-styled
political experimentation—sick exploitation.
Though most of the rabid “hit men” of the racist
power-mongers are dead, others and their backers,
due to the allowed irregularities of justice, will and do,
remain alive to pontificate their demeaning rhetoric
of coded domestic terrorism, painfully canvassing
a bloody mosaic of a grieving nation in a bloody crisis.
How long America…how long shall it be…before
this nation becomes inoculated against the viral infection
of apathy that seems to have taken on a rabid smallpox-like
endurance, that continues to mesmerize us to simply watching
the newsy dramatization of the falling apart of a nation in crisis?
Pray tell—God’s will done—the answer will be…not long!
Wake up, people! This is no damn nightmare; it’s today’s reality.
Having said that
for all of us, dear friends,
not left any other way at all
going to the worth life and prosperity
except turn to Crist
who just partly known for some of us as a prophet Isa
completely shadowed by Lenin, Marks and Muhammad.
All other way
as you clearly see
degraded, downgraded,
run out, vanishing
or dying in empty air,
dear brethren, close one and relates.
Believe me, please,
albeit I am not prophet and strong lieder,
I just tell you as honest man
who lived with you in country and region
that survived in short time several revolutions
and innumerous plots, famines, calamities, civil wars
and others fatal experiments
under the ruling of our brainless governors and corruptive, cursed advisers.
I am just not want left you
you children and grandchildren
for another decades and tragic long circle
of multiplying and growing
disasters, slandering and gloomy perspectives
with Ortodocs Russian churches
and Russian neoimperializm
or with Islamic fanatics
or Chinese market communism,
flourishing and looks promising now,
even the West Catholicism and Protestantism
and Anglican church
do not preferable and helpfull now,
the same a free market economy and ideology
on the base of US modern democracy
with giant corporations of greedy richest person
leading world from one crisis to another
cannot been worshiped by us,
even the best example of Swiss, Denmark, Singapore
and other small prosperity countries
could not inspire and attract us anymore.
Only turning to eternal Truth and values
and keeping the highest moral Code,
precepts and commandments
prescribed for us and every one
by the holy olders from Bible -
love to neighbor and love to God
and Crist,s readiness for sacrifice our private life
for others benefits
would help us find out and see
the far light in the channel of darkness -
only way going our nation and country
toward save and prosperity
and God’s blessing status and standarts.
You think you're so good
But later I realize that you are the woman,
Who is cold, hatred, fury, Insensitive and Calloused?
You are sinfully proud and arrogant.
You think you are so perfect in everything,
But I know you accuse others falsely and ungratefully
I've trusted you but you've hurt me instead
And I don't know if I could believe you
or come near you again in my life.
You say you are Christian,
But contradicts with your words and behavior
You lack of fruit of spirit but you show signs of fruits of evil spirit.
I thought you had biblical knowledge
But later I realize that you pick and choose what you want to believe in the Bible
Behind back you are a troublemaker who enjoys hurting others
And causing much pain with your slimy vomiting mouth
I thought you had a spirit of god but dint know you had a spirit of evil
When you said you are Christian, I knew your heart was wicked
You would love to gossip as your tongue cannot be tamed
You slander, and tear down families who walk right
You are the woman who spreads misinformation, not having all the facts
By your careless and cruel words you destroy people's lives
You would love to injure and destroy good people's reputation
When you said I Love you Honey,
I know you have a lying tongue without genuine affection and love
When you say Bless your heart,
I know you curse at their back assassinating the character of another person.
You are verbally manipulative and corruptive to the point
That others around you can join you in abusive
You hate being around
So don't pretend that you miss us
Would you be called A Christian woman if everybody could know
That you have so much hatred for others.
Would you be called A Christian woman if everybody knew
your secret thoughts and feelings and everything you do?
You said you'd always be there during good and bad times
But you're nowhere to be found
You would just disappear when things got tough
You are truly unremorseful, heart less imperfect woman
Who attempt to justify sin and do not have Christ's Spirit in you at all
I'm sorry for the way you are!
The last time I tried this it was nearly a success,
As the the sun arose in the east, it rests in the west.
That is where I truly wish the be,
On the edge of the coast in the pacific sea.
Home of the the brave, land of the free,
the Dodgers, the Angles
The Home to Kobe.
A city of Angles,
Full of those who believe,
From Trout in the outfield,
to Lord the Almighty.
Strangely sports similarly possess traits of a religious follower.
Athletes commonly express their gratitude to GOD after a victory.
As if the all-knowing force who controls destiny cares about a silly game.
If that were the case teams consisting of sinners would never win.
Cheating is a test of morality,
whether it is on a spouse,
a business deal,
or a seemingly harmless game.
Polling seems to have become an essential part of human life.
Why is it polls are afraid to explore the dark side of human nature?
The polls for president hardly represent the resentment towards the electorates, an underlying resistance exist, and this corruptive election shall feel these prints. Fingerprints of those who oppose being controlled of those who already had their prints taken by the police print after print.
This culture worships figures from the bank,
A greater number’s bliss, a lesser’s woe,
Their net worth values total statements blank,
Deposit dough, withdrawal the gilt-less doe.
The stagnant meek are poorly left reviled,
While current vice is rightly rich and cherished;
These souls by tarring business pitch defiled,
Material parish, spiritual perish.
Corruptive rule of chairmen’s despotism
Proves costly prized, which masses ill afford;
It’s dated back to churchmen’s nepotism,
When bribery bought indulgent sin’s reward.
If humble virtues prey on blood and leech,
The vicious balms of Mammon’s profits preach.