Best Exorcising Poems
A. W. Nutter
Plagued with a cancerous infection
Tempting the spirit, devouring the mind
Experiences dividing the outward reflection
Which personification will the flesh be defined
The hymns they sang still resonate at night
Their hands reminding him of being defiled
Believing they could make Satan take flight
Cringing as they touched this naked child
Sadistic pleasures creating mental chains
As the fanatics invoked their incantations
Vacant eyes revealing my sinful stains
They Give up on God's abomination
Struggling to adorn the robes of normality
Fighting the shadows and the demonic seed
Exorcising the demon a religious fallacy
By the portal of death will the child be freed
on the radio;
are songs, my love, not words
to bridge this rift
you are exorcising
memories of love, but why?
Castle grounds at midnight
Spookily lit by moonlight
Black clouds were lowering
Ghost Hunters together hoping
Their collective thoughts emoting
Came greenish haze glowing
Tinged by ectoplasm denoting
An apparition visible floating
Long grey dress soaking
A grimaced face moaning
Panic stricken all noting
Few skeptics now disbelieving
Heard high pitch screeching
Saw bats come weaving
Temperature dropped to freezing
As someone tried communicating
Each attempt was disappointing
Until fading to dematerialising
They tried an exorcising
Fires of hell stoking
Their meddling chants invoking
All the ghouls residing
Gleefully saw them fleeing
As rain came teeming
Hunt no longer appealing.
Healing, making well, curing, relating to a paralytic, exorcising demons
MLK laid the path for black rights and equality
Was Jesus social issue not the ill and disabled, health and medicine?
I fell in love
With a creature so beautiful
Exquisite and outta my reach
Yet my stupid heart believed
Thought love conquered all
Foolishness, my downfall
Why is love this cruel
teasing drawing you in
Promising heaven on earth
You fall in and hard
A heart colonized, invaded
Debilitating to the core
Like a virus,
Spreading, multiplying
Filling my every pore
The yearning for her, Gosh
To touch her to hold her
Oh the cruelty of love
The emotion was too much
An obsession even
And the heartache was crushing
Bleeding my stupid heart dry
Poor stupid heart
Love? What cruelty
Twas harsh
A game played pon my heart
That i would feel this much
Long, yearn for someone
A love so deep.
Unrequited Unwanted
The realization
Sudden, grim
An arrow through the heart
Piercing, darkness in its wake
Sucked my soul right out
Desolation, Love's consequence
The darkness, welcoming
Embraced me with a coldness
Numbing my heart
Exorcising my soul of all emotion
Wiping my slate blank
Love, what cruelty
Gaddafi
I see America dancing in oil sodden nights, nostrils stinking the scent of death
Your ghost exorcising demons of colonialist clout, walking along banks of the lost river
River that lost its freedom
Your shadow suffocating under the smell of exile and scent of slums
Gaddafi, propaganda is fart, fart deodorizing the winds of the villages
I have a burning passion to bring back the dimples and wrinkles of this country.
Ghaddafi
Ich seh Amerika tanzen in öltriefenden Nächten, Nasenlöcher verströmen den Duft des Tods
Dein Geist treibt Dämonen kolonialistischer Macht aus, schreitet an Ufern des verlorenen Flusses entlang
Fluß der seine Freiheit verlor
Dein Schatten erstickt unterm Geruch des Exils und dem Duft der Slums
Ghaddafi, Propaganda ist ein Furz, Furz der die Winde der Dörfer deodorisiert
Ich spür eine brennende Leidenschaft, die Grübchen und Falten dieses Landes zurückzubringen.
Born in Aberdeen Washington
where he hung out,
“Underneath the bridge,
the tarp has sprung a leak”
Taught himself to play guitar,
liked to smoke some weed,
“And the animals I’ve trapped
have all become my pets”
Started writing songs,
had very deep meaning,
“And I’m living off of grass
and drippings from the ceiling”
Formed the band Nirvana
with some of his buddies,
“But it’s ok to eat fish,
cause they don’t have any feelings”
“Something in the way”
boy he’s got ambition,
“Something in the way yeah”
unwavering conviction,
“Something in the way”
chronic stomach condition,
“Something in the way yeah”
impending perdition.
Records started to sell
superstardom beckoned,
“Underneath the bridge,
the tarp has sprung a leak”
Took the billboard chart by storm,
Grunge had found its champion,
“And the animals I’ve trapped
have all become my pets”
Money started to come in,
met ‘Courtney Love’ it seems,
“And I’m living off of grass,
and drippings from the ceiling”
Got married had a child,
They named her Frances Bean,
But it’s ok to eat fish,
cause they don’t have any feelings.
“Something in the way”
by your own admission.
“Something in the way yeah”
is it drug addiction,
“Something in the way”
rehab with no remission,
“Something in the way yeah”
a round of ammunition.
Nothings in the way,
they can feel you breathing,
Board spells out your name
a very eerie feeling,
Gun went off by mistake
is the wound still healing,
Sigrid’s seance was no fake,
I am so believing,
A voice of burning nails
exorcising demons,
Goodbye Kurt Cobain
tarp was only weeping.
By
David Kavanagh
Inspired by
Sigrid Ermine poem
Called by Cobain seance
Lyrics “something in the way” by,
Kurt Cobain.
If Christ in his triumph and glory
Decides to unravel a new chapter and story
By returning from whence he departed,
He shall in stupefaction be started,
To find out this wanton era
Has indeed, bested Sodom and Gomorrah.
He shall stagger to behold
A frail and lackadaisical Bi Mvondo on hold,
Exorcising with his magical wand
For still more dominion over the land.
He shall in horror watch
Men courting men as women watch,
Holding hands and darting pecks,
wantonly on chests and necks.
He shall the Levites behold in dismay
Roaming Inns both home and away,
Presiding over unclad bodies with an exposed scrotum,
A duty, absent on their holy curriculum.
He shall wince at the sight of the brewery,
And gape at the sight of the Levites' golden crockery.
For which the masses residing in carnage
Have been plundered and pillaged.
Shuddering, He shall run back to His Father
And on his way, pen an apology letter, to Sodom and Gomorrah.
© Temajung Michael T.
When demons of darkness strike,
although it may seem dreamlike,
save for those who're self-aware,
it becomes our worst nightmare.
Entities that abound seek
humans whose aura is weak,
that they may vent feral lust,
by sexual thrusts unjust.
Rape in the ethereal
plane is also quite real
and victims live with their shame
alone, for who shall they name?
The incubus feeds on fear
but with God within, so near,
if we but seek help from Him,
we'll face not such trauma grim.
Invoking grace by prayer,
we are our own soothsayer,
exorcising the evil
demon by soul retrieval.
07-March-2023
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Unspecified number of hours spent
yesterday March 6th, 2021
reading (cover to cover) Pennsylvania Gazette
March/April 2021 issue.
Proud papa highly regards eldest daughter,
University of Pennsylvania alum
as academic whip smart high achiever,
she did (after quite a stretch of time
after graduating) become
self supporting earning hand over fist money
as yours truly
(her biological father) feels glum,
cuz I would qualify
mine existence as humdrum
hence quite envious at well deserved income,
which exact dollar figure I will remain mum
yet if privy being financially,
what me worry would become obsolete
mine mental would find me comfortably numb
livingsocial in splendour
versus dwelling in slum
bring (think dirt poor -
according to youngest sister)
whereby financial shortcoming exacerbates
predilection toward anxiety
with distress squarely within tum.
Back during mine salad days
earlier within mein kampf
precious time squandered away
this doubting thomas
grabbing life by figurative horns,
his outlook toward future
did excel at procrastination,
a pointedly powerful stance did delay
ambivalence toward purposefulness
hit me courtesy metaphorical
ton of bricks, now at threescore earth orbits
around the sun absorb shock
while grizzled and gray
recognizing when sober
upon post drinking up lackadaisical indifference
feigning to care not a whit,
I allude to johnny come lately self actualization
analogous to confronting judgement-day
resigned to gather wilted, shriveled, matted
rosebuds while I may
experience e'en just fleeting aliveness,
thus yours truly doth pray
to dance (why I'll) while
these spindleshanks sashay
into Elysian Fields
exorcising atrophied muscles oy vey!
Seek while you may find, strength of cerebral cortex.
'Though shrouded in complexities, higher minds advance to next.
Con folks par exellence, exorcising painful memories.
Enabling state of elightenment, a projection of ideas.
Dragging weaklings to their graves, an ego-boosting sacrafice.
Failure to exercise faith, irony of premature demise.
Consider the Scriptures, ample madness run to and fro.
Knowledge is now increased, clear way for fatal blow.
Open your blinded eyes, see the holies' scatterin' power.
Wicked understands not, but wise realize the imminent hour.
Wicked adds on wickedness, cause to purify thyself in white.
Time and time half, words now opened for light.
Standing angelic beings, the likes of Michael the archangel.
Madness of so-called great minds, moving with bubbling trouble.
Concern yourself not, with those sleeping in the dust.
For the scare's more horrid, with the living blood-lust.
Call upon divine wisdom, shine as bright firmament.
Turn ample righteous as stars, escape the everlasting contempt.
Obsessive megalomaniacs, prophesying fire and brimstone.
Mentally challenged fools, the likes of Jim Jones.
Fast-moving celest' object, associates in lore.
Akin to doom and destruction, fate in jeopardy twice more.
The world has yet to witness, the great mind-bogglin'.
Abomination makes desolate, thousand and three-plus timing!
The sun is hot and hard to bear
All out of options – nobody cares
You're looking for an accomplice in your greed
So who's gonna come to the aid
Of a leper in need?
You tasted too much and left things empty
From the quart of rum to the horn of plenty
See where this kind of gluttony can lead?
Now who's gonna come to the aid
Of a leper in need?
We're a colony unto ourselves
Castoffs, expats, infidels
We're the black sheep – even Mother Theresa agreed
She never once came to the aid
Of a leper in need
Waitin' on a sign
Waitin' to be freed
A stitch in time
Might save nine
But it ain't never saved
No leper in greed
Some righteous people help the poor
They live their guilt right to the core
But as for me, well that just ain't my speed
I never done one wrong thing
To any leper in need
In some Third World nation, far from here
They're exorcising the demons we fear
The missionaries come with their Apostles' Creed
Small consolation for us lepers in need
Waitin' on a line
For a conscience to read
It's bad-faith time
For the body and the wine
Dead grapes on the vine
And a leper in need
So wrap us in tents and hide us away
A quarantine ward on visiting day
Come take a look, but don't touch us
Or we'll bleed
The world's an open sore for a leper in need
I'll trade my sore for yours –
Yeah I'm leper in need
Oblivion
Fear caresses my heart,
An eminent doom alerts my intuition.
The sun sets below the horizon.
As I prepare myself for the inevitable.
Encased in oblivion,
Left alone with my thoughts.
Drifting in and out of consciousness,
Relinquishing the authority over my mind.
Emotions rupture my heart,
Devoured by tidal waves of guilt.
Engulfed in translucent apprehension.
Where will I be taken?
Curiosity gouges my eyes,
Put on display for the amusement of others.
As I overindulge in scrutiny,
Oblivion corrupts my vision.
I lust for tranquility,
Foreshadowing my own demise.
Uneasiness punches my kindness,
An eternal love for all living things.
Disappointment intertwined with serenity,
An unfulfilled hope for humanity.
Lynching my morals for all to see,
Struck in the skull by oblivion.
I execute my fear
As I climb out of the hole I’ve dug.
Covered in empty promises,
Versatility in disguise.
Swearing to change my habits,
Lifted above moral reproach.
Exorcising my immorality.
A boy becoming a man.
Imputing my negativity,
Exiting my self-inflicted purgatory.
Crucifying my positivity,
Now I fall in reverse.
Tainted by dishonesty,
Replaying my mistakes endlessly.
Sacrificing my sanity
To differentiate between lunacy.
Forcing my happiness to include normalcy.
Why am I different?
Melding my heart and mind as one,
I become oblivion.
Personal productivity measured courtesy...
Unspecified number of hours spent
many yesterdays ago since March 6th, 2021
reading (cover to cover) Pennsylvania Gazette
March/April 2021 issue.
Proud papa highly regards eldest daughter,
University of Pennsylvania alum
as academic whip smart high achiever,
she did (after quite a stretch of time
after graduating) become
self supporting earning hand over fist money
employed at the B Corp
(short for Certified B Corporation)
as yours truly
(her biological father) feels glum,
cuz I would qualify
mine impossible to quantify
existence as humdrum,
hence quite envious at well deserved income,
which exact dollar figure I will remain mum
yet if privy being financially,
what me worry would become obsolete
mine mental would find me comfortably numb
livingsocial in splendour
versus dwelling in slum
bring (think dirt poor -
according to long ago slight
courtesy youngest sister)
whereby financial shortcoming exacerbates
predilection toward anxiety
with distress squarely within tum.
Back during mine salad days
earlier within mein kampf
precious time squandered away
this doubting thomas
grabbing life by figurative horns,
his outlook toward future
did excel at procrastination,
a pointedly powerful stance did delay
ambivalence toward purposefulness
hit me courtesy metaphorical
ton of bricks, now at threescore earth orbits
around the sun absorb shock
while grizzled and gray
recognizing when sober
upon post drinking up lackadaisical indifference
feigning to care not a whit,
I allude to johnny come lately self actualization
analogous to confronting judgement-day
resigned to gather wilted, shriveled, matted
rosebuds while I may
experience e'en just fleeting aliveness,
thus yours truly doth pray
to dance (why I'll) while
these spindleshanks sashay
into Elysian Fields
exorcising atrophied muscles oy vey!
Dense implosion of infinite desire
Dead to the sensual stirrings
Events search
Stretch for eager horizons
Blackness
Blackens the mood and raises spirits
Times spaces
Interregnums of intense longing
Hang limply on half uttered words
Pleading eyes call to the stars
Summon the traveling muse
Half dead moons and resurrecting galaxies
Milky in ways you cannot imagine
Gravity
Pulls with inimitable redoubt
Rotating doors of wondrous probing
Earth fire is molten
Baking the inner sanctums
Raising internal set points
Feverish flourish of action
Gyrating to the fulsome Rhumba
Peppering staccato of Saturdays
Dancing delirious
Exorcising gargantuan ghosts
Of tall imposing dreams