Best Explicit Poems
I'm going to try one more time
To write an intellectual rhyme
Some with complicated words
Most of which I've never heard
Words that cudgel my brain
So I can deliberate and strain
My antediluvian brain
To think from a new perspective
Endeavour to be more selective
Perhaps I should keep improvising
These sesquipedalian words are so misguiding
It would save much more time
To stick (or adhere) to my simple rhyme
I have the outhouse in view
I had grandma’s squirrel stew
Dessert was a tart
I will not dare fart
I will sit in my own pew
*in honor of Jan's Birthday tomorrow*
Her body shook from the pleasure
A wide eyed stupid stare
I was breathing harder
Hand’s bruised her wrists
Fingers tore out her hair
I held her down
everything I had
She wouldn’t escape-
what was coming
her insides all mine
the last thrust
came so hard
Her head slammed against the door
I emptied myself into her
Squeezed out every drop
I collapsed next to her
Kissed her gently
We talked
All night
Laughing madly together
Talking about our lives
her young confused eyes
filled with a lustful bliss
she talked to me so deep
Like we had done every night for weeks
Only then with our clothes on
about rape and abuse
wanting a place to call home
a giant house, a husband
children she would never have
thanks to a sadist with a flashlight
trying to make it day by day
she started to cry
I dried her eyes
Beneath her make up
Was a childish face
Covered in bruises
She reminded me that when she left
She would do this for other men
Only they would give her money
Not just their time
And she would have to pretend
She thanked me for being a friend
Said she shouldn’t have done this
She whispered to herself
It’s bad for business
She wanted to feel what it was like
To be normal for one night
With a boy who was nice
as she headed toward the door
she thanked me for being nice
caring about her
being a friend
not judging and not
treating her like a whore
I found a friend I understood
An equal
To everyone else she was a whore
I would have kissed her harder
If I’d known I’d never see her again.
(These are lyrics to a song I wrote called "Blasphemy")
Verses:
Mother Mary sat on a bench with me today
But I couldn't think of one goddamn thing to say
'Cept, "Mother, oh! Won't you please save my soul right now?
I'd gladly do it but I don't know exactly how"
Hail Mary! Bless me twice!
Judas betrayed Jesus Christ
In Revelations, prophets said
John the Baptist lost his head
Chorus:
You gotta pander to my ego
Herod was my hero
Why didn't Noah's Ark fall apart?
Genesis was...just the start
Verses:
St. Peter slammed those Pearly Gates right into my fuc*ing face
Just too much sin I can't get in; no mansion there for me awaits
The wife of Lot, she turned to salt, but it was not all her fault
She ran away and then looked back as Sodom burned, and that's a fact
Repeat Chorus...
Verses:
Well, life was Hell so Jonah sailed into the belly of a whale
Daniel in the lion's lair; Delilah chopped off Samson's hair
Cain killed Abel out of spite as the Lamb of God got sacrificed
There came the Whore of Babylon while Thomas doubted every-one
Repeat Chorus...
**Just trying to post something a little different ;)
Since I can't say the words that I want to use
We r going to have a little fun and light the fuse
I don't give 2 flocks
Wrap that shizit up in a box
Ready to swing on a mother father
Make sure ur girlfriend is flocked proper
I heard she's a real gobbler
Meaning she's a swallower
She is kinda twisted and slightly demented
Don't worry, she consented
If u don't know who I'm talking about, she hasn't told u
Acting like it's laundry day when I fluff and fold u
Watch ur face! That last step is a doozie
The last shot was a little boozy!
My proper pussycat pounding turned ur girl into a floozy
Oops! I added more liquor to the drink
I got way more game than u think
No words r necessary to get her in my bed
Her mouth was moving but it wasn't cuz words were said
Dirty talk is the preferred language spoken
Making sure to leave that pussycat broken
Begging me to make her bed my own
Told you, I'm the King and nobody can take my thrown
U will need every drop of drip that is in ur mother flocking profile
I might be gone for awhile
I shall return like a Knight on a quest
I cannot give you my best
She did a number on me
Realness is what u see
It has been an honored to occupy ur mind
Until next time...
I have found little in this
and none in that
I am a women
but have yet to have
a positive reaction to sex
at least to the heterosexual kind
I'm becoming more curious
about what exactly it is next
door that I will find.
I don't particular think
thrusting in and out is a good
image in my mind.
Why does pain first have
to ensue for pleasure to unwind?
I guess I just haven't caught
the right fish yet and
until than my vagina will
continue to feel dispassionate
unless my fingers are inserted
Enlarged obsession,
pictured odors of desire.
Too bad, they are flat.
November 16, 2008
Together tethered to existence
we act upon our soul‘s insistence
to dare and dream to find…? What exactly?
**** the morning;
I sigh as I step into the shower.
Soon to be discarded dreams tug at my sub-conscious.
Another broken plot-line is lost,
the wildness of a night’s rest washed away alongside it‘s sweat.
Destined to die,
we spend our days as slaves
so we can spend our nights upon the couch.
Our individual everything’s
are infinite and insignificant;
a blade of grass that looms large above an ant.
**** work,
I sigh once more.
The subway’s dim, flittering lights
set the scene for my inner city journey.
This endless loop of mundane madness,
brings no love, no joy, or even sadness.
Churning numbers numbs my brain
and although a robot can’t feel pain,
blackness stirs inside an empty heart.
**** another lonely night,
I sigh again.
I sip my beer and smile,
finding comfort in nothing.
A witty sitcom shines in my peripherals,
**** the morning, **** work, and **** the night;
my drunken laughter explodes.
This long campaign has no reward;
no fat pay cheque, or love restored.
Life’s mundane nature now a perfect fit,
for those of us content to quit.
The tired soldier smiles as the bullet hits.
Ignorance is f****g bliss?
Are you kidding me?
Ignorance makes me f****g pissed.
Makes me wanna cut someone.
Or slit my own damn wrist's.
Who ever said that expression?
I would really like to meet.
Probably end on a bad note.
Cops laying out white sheets.
Blood would f***g be spilled.
Not enough rain or liquor,
to wash it away.
Maybe I'll cover it with spray paint?
So no one will notice stains.
Why do they say it's blissful?
It would be a dreadful day.
When I would give up common sense.
To be stuck in an oblivious state.
Find the f****g knowledge!
Don't you understand,
cause and effect?
The way thing's work around you.
What?
Because it isn't direct?
But what if were?
You dumba*** bird brain.
People can't think right anymore.
Better get some text books,
not text messages,
you stupid wh**es.
That type of thinking.
Is why the world is going to sh**.
Nobody cares for anyone else.
Not their problems to deal with?
Not that I am saying there should be no privacy.
But if sh** ain't right,
it just ain't right.
But so much sh** goes on in the dark.
Somebody has to bring it to light.
So just go on about your selfish way.
Not bothering with others.
Though you should remember this.
We are all stuck on this planet with one another.
I've never written a Love poem before;
Well, here it goes:
I have fallen in love with you
- So, how well did I do?
there’s a casing on the floor for every lie you ever spun
make a case in pointing out they’re all coming undone
shameless is as shameless does, was there a point to prove?
well, i’ve got just what i needed now, so tell me, who used who?
two nights of lovin', lips bitten and sucking
ample reason to leave and proof it ain’t worth nothin’ to you
cause your mouth’s full of tricks; the proverbial ditch
and confirmed suspicions; the shovel with which
i’ll bury your name, and make no use of it,
filthiest word i ever knew
so justify for peace of mind, there’s nothing more for you
to find between the lines i write, you had everything to lose
i’ll lay it out and wear it thin.
red riding hood or wolfish grin?
just save your breath, kid. hold it in
and choke on your own excuse.
Covers uncovers
skins of mostly selfish acts –
four-cornered romance
November 16, 2008
His pants on his toes
wondering what he's holding -
a nest or a bird?
November 16, 2008
Explicit Perfect Example to Follow
How much time should I take to devote
To poets and glad I have then to quote
Amy my poems theirs start to buffer
Though at times things get tougher.
What if I were to agitate and aggrandize
And even at times personally plagiarize
But another thing I forgot to mention
Never ever was it my original intention.
While you take this for what it is worth
God who is sovereign over our earth
There are times my head seems hollow
God is always perfect example to follow.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
RiverSea Plantation
Bolivia, NC
Germany was home of the poets and thinkers.
My Horn family was originally from Rothenberg,
Germany.
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BOOM BOOM
give me some room
can't f***g breath
with all these gunpowder fumes
guns blastin off
like my mouth poppin to
shut the f*** up up b****
I wasn't talkin bout you
fell off for a minute
the wagon got crowded
much like my mind
and I couldn't allow it
had to jump off
before others got shoved
f*** all yal actin
like yal showin me love
I'm about to be trippin
on a vacation to take
go the wrong directions
that'll be my mistake
back to this blastin
pistol to mouth
you don't really know me
or what I'm about
so back the f*** off me
I just need space
keep comin around
and this pistol you'll taste