Best Fornicating Poems
Father of all bombs when dropped
five times greater than the mother
Where a fallen angel's dance begins
fornicating with matter darkening subjects
through and through dimensions opening a porthole
Acting a tough guy with your orange face
shows little wit as one peace maker
gives a bloody nose to politics to say the least
To this sinful act of heresy that's displayed under lies
in provoking war with the show of strength and power
Blind becomes your weakness
Takes more than courage to grow a backbone
to be humble aggression is by deeds done
under one sign of weakness shows where the insecurity dwells
co written by Liam and Bobby McDaid
our joint opinion on a certain matter our world has become filled with evil slave masters rising to power under mass human sacrifice
Categories:
fornicating, abortion, anti bullying, bereavement,
Form:
Political Verse
Do not be diabolically deceived by this entity called ‘Love’, and the Blue Jewell we call Earth. For both of them work in unison to capture their prey, like a Venus Fly Trap. Some will die a thousand deaths, before a pound of flesh must be given to escape their succulent snare. As we are being dissected by vultures beneath a brilliant blue sky. Holding hands in the park before the unforeseen quenching quicksand, as it hungers in the distance. Fallaciously fornicating…to release more life, a pound of flesh must be served. There are many piercing pleasantries that excite the exotic eye, each to allure its victim, as we watch the clouds caress the mountainous view. To whom the bells toll, a pound of Flesh for your soul…
why does love exist?
for only to meet its death
under the blue sky
April.27.2019
Pick A Title, Vol 4
Haibun Poetry
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
4.) Pound of Flesh
Placed 1'st...Thank You
Categories:
fornicating, death, life, love,
Form:
Haibun
Trash night
our street is lined with
overflowing garbage cans
because you have to pay x-tra
to have unlimited pick-up
the poorer class stack their trash to overflowing
the mouths of the cans propped wide open,
like a wino purging last nights glass-
The raccoons will move in
toppling cans -have a grand feast,
the remains of which blow into my yard-
and let me tell you:
this is one
junk food munching
fornicating
unpaid bill delaying
***** reading
corona drinking
mans avenue.
but I don't mind picking up after them...
the racoons
Categories:
fornicating, community, humanity, humorous,
Form:
Free verse
Of course it would involve making love
If I had to choose the way that I would die
Fornicating until my heart gives out
Is something I might like to try
The mortician might have a job to do
In trying to fix the smile stuck on my face
And the cause of death on the certificate
Might result in a little disgrace
But alas, my heart seems to last much longer
Than the other required part for this act
But I am willing to keep on giving it a try
And on that you can bet as a fact
Written for the "Die A Fun Death" contest.
Categories:
fornicating, funny, heart, heart,
Form:
Rhyme
Judgement People and Haters Rhyme
Hate me cuz, M I ain't great;
Hate me when I'm a minute late;
But your here not working, standing here straight;
Judging me people judgmental;
Ya can't even boil hot water yourself in a burning kettle;
Juz as a Hippocrates
Judgmental false profit;
No regrets, yet, I still wish you be blessed;
Ya hate me cuz I waz born;
Hate me before and evermore;
I ain't Juz like ya Boy;
Judgmental people and haters;
Three thousands years same ole debating;
the only rights is all your wrongs;
Ya kill time one time, but time gon kill ya;
Hope your holding on to do ba;
Nothin left but a silents Hallelujah;
Facilitate your witness cuz ya ain't nothin;
Stop all this judgmental hatred and cussin;
I've got a job ya hateN;
Got couple children ya hateN, unmarried out their fornicating;
Got your nerve Ya judgmental people and haters hating;
Let him without sin cast the first stone;
Better git git it right before you git to heaven;
FOR CONTEST: Judgement People and Haters
Sponsored by: Brenda Cheri
Categories:
fornicating, anti bullying, anxiety, appreciation,
Form:
Rhyme
A Softer Way to Die
We live and study life
We pray that somehow
God changes his rules.
No one wants to die
No one wants to follow
Those complicated laws;
I mean no lie-ing - no steal-ing
no sex - before marriage no
Fornicating, no killing
No lust-greed or defiling the earth.
Amen.
All we can do now is try to find
" A softer way to die".
Pick your battles...
There are many ways to die.
I asked, God why?
When mom threw a
"Monkey wrench" in my world
Answering - "We all have to die"
I immediately winked at God...
Thinking to myself (not I).
Gave him a little nudge;
Sidebar God: I said to God
Adamantly "I do not want to die"
"Can you change the rules "?
I never heard back from him
On that subject.
I went to him again
God "Can you at least
Keep me with a mom-
I said "So that I won't be an
Orphan like Shirley Temple”?
He did get back to me on that
And Mom is Alive and well
Plan A. (living forever)
Still not executed.
Once again contemplating
Thoughts on how I want to die.
I could not think of a pleasant way
To die, none that seemed appealing.
Nor any options that would be fun.
hmmm, eat myself to death.
Playing chicken with the train,
Might prove thrilling.
As time grew nigh
My thoughts continued
.... On a softer way to die.
Childhood gone, middle age gone'
Old age approaching fast and furious
Destroying me like a sudden
Approaching hurricane...
This storm knocked out my lights
Memory gone now.
Forgetting my life- my loved ones
Forgetting my friends,
Children, and foes alike
Forgetting my wrongs - my sins
and accomplishments all.
Everything's gone. So, now
What do I do?... How can
I rewrite my life, Take account.
Of that which I remember not.
The realities if my existence
Has been wiped out from
The Forest Fires burning
In my mind’s eye.
Have no recordings of
Who loved me or of who
I shall never forgive.
How will I know that I ever even lived?
Taking my dark blank pages into
The afterlife- My shadowy
Existence ends. I feel no pain
I Have no thoughts,
Have nothing to contemplate.
For I have asked to live forever
Or that I die a, softer way
Forgetting to eat
Forgetting to drink-
Forgetting to swallow
Forgetting to breath...
Forgetting this life-
I close my eyes and fade away.
painlessly
© Vicki Acquah
Categories:
fornicating, childhood, conflict, confusion, dark,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Of the distance,
beauty appeared at peace, calmly resting.
Proximity grew closer to this human figurine;
lengthy legs painted in ocean blue jeans.
The thesis statement to male's eyes in dreams.
But those legs...
Those legs were the topic of my eyes
Pupils conversing in-between her inner thighs
The rhetorical tongue eager to submit beneath sun rise
Thickened bridled muscle strengthens to rise
I mean d*** Oh me! Oh myy!
Oooo wee such a beautiful sexy queen.
Envisioning,
If at current, her faucet is running. ..
Slow-ly d
r
I
p
p
I
n
g or simply leak-ing
So the fleshes hydration can be full-filling.
Muscles within muscles while warm liquid falling?
Can we start engaging?
Lips connect; gently kissing... (Pause)
But the guiltiness in the minds eye began interrupting
Spirit intervening
Muscles deflating
Suddenly, no tempting to the extent of no lusting
Corrective vision restoring
Walking through the escape door from fornicating...whew!
As the moon tiptoes in
Eyes close and knees bend
The darkened closet within
Praying to overcome this certain sin
That I indeed struggle in
And that I may be born again
This I pray, from day to day...Amen
INK-U-SCRIPT
06-04-2014
Categories:
fornicating, addiction, life,
Form:
Free verse
Cradle my body, Deeply into
you, tear me, limb-frm-limb,
Can't deny your pulsing vibes,
380* spins my prime, moving
mountains, amongst, early
dawns, sunlight quake, where
we lost all self-control,
dangerously, Keith Sweats,
song, fornicating, our love....To
another round of sweet
Deveined entwined lyrics,under
bump n' grind, midnights
breaking hour, we co-inside, all
measures of passions love, to
never part...
~CR~
All Rights Reserved
04-18-13
Categories:
fornicating, love, passion,
Form:
Lyric
Far in a distant land, the heart of a nation is broken. Her daughters fight each other over her possessions, her name has been decorated with corruption and injustice and her cry remains unheard by her neighbors. She was once a luxury, decorated in gold and the sparkles of diamonds till greed bought his way to her land. Love builds, but greed bears the shears that split love like the tongue of a serpent. How she wishes she had baptized her children in the ever flowing waters of love than gathering wealth; but her destiny looks inevitable now.
What did you learn ye neighbors? Were you not witnesses to her plight? Yet you wrap yourselves in the bed of lies and deceit whiles your children stay divided fighting themselves over power. Your future looks worse than your doomed neighbor I say to you; for in power, they will be poisoned by greed, and greed is the forerunner to your doom; for when love is banished, evil reigns.
Listen to the words of wisdom today ye doomed ones, so you may reverse the curse you placed on yourselves. Unite your children even in your slumber; in their unity you’ll discover the cure to your pain. Seek love first, even in your hardship; for when love finds comfort on your throne, evil will seek refuge even in your wrongs. Marry truth and stop fornicating with deceit; for though truth is strict in his ways, his ways will mend the division amongst your children. I will pray for you, I will pray for your children and pray that love never departs you.
Read more poems and short stories by The Writer, ezer agyin, here http://ezeragyin.wix.com/the-writer
Categories:
fornicating, africa, heartbroken, leadership, social,
Form:
Prose
“Hello, my name is bisexual”. “What’s your name”?
Annoying name tags!
Who do I wear this name tag for?
When throughout the day can I just snatch it off?
Never because it’s tattooed to the right side of my chest.
the way I choose my life to be isn’t the best,
Some say it’s a “sin”!
Some say it’s “selfish”!
Some say it’s “super-fresh”!
Either way I can look forward to some good rest tonight.
How about you?
“Don’t like the same sex,
You’re going to be marked by this the for remainder of your life…
Wait, what’s bisexual again”?
Why must I specify, what I do in my private time?
Do you know what that word means?
Cause I don’t know anymore.
“I’m tired of people not saying what they really are”!
Excuse me for keeping the conversation on the “up and up”.
As I said before, my sexuality only makes up 5% of my personality.
Did you know that I was a good person?
A law abiding citizen,
I don’t do drugs,
And I try never to hurt anyone unless I absolutely have to...
Okay, I sound like the average serial killer.
But how many half-a *** mass murderers do you know?
I’m trying to be polite,
But it has never been that black & white!
A label,
Enabling you to feel better about being around me.
It helps you tolerate me and my sexuality,
Why 4, I’m not fornicating with you!
So what I’m unsure, (I use condoms and dental dam.)
This country has done nothing for me to yield to such rules.
You can’t even serve in the armed forces, without looking over your shoulders.
So what are you really saying to me?
Nothing!
Our land we love, don’t we?
Paying “F.I.C.A” is as patriotic as your going to get me to be.
Hell I’m paying for the labeling,
So you can feel comfortable.
I’m a human.
When has that ever been just black & white?
Categories:
fornicating, funny, life, political, me,
Form:
Free verse
I feel the bubbling hate
rise from my chest to my face
When I remember the days
I would sit there, embracing it
you beating my ass in your basement
and don’t blame it
on your ex, cuz you were always complaining
and claiming your behavior’s not crazy
No I can’t have your baby
Used to promise that you’d save me but you lied and betrayed me on the daily
Yeah you played me
Staged it like you writing for payment
Enslaved, isolated
But I couldn’t stop chasing
It’s insane how you faked it
In my lap, blubbering like a baby
like you up for arraignment
After kicking my face in
You will never be my family, the past is where you’ll remain in
Four years of my life i spent wasting
So many nights spent debating
Fornicating, i always did what you made me
You would beg for the truth then stand there, just shaming
My heart I felt it breaking,
my small throat in your hands suffocating
My bruises have erased but the memories never fading
The scars you left never healing
So tell me, what was the reason?
You changed up like the seasons
Had me believing, fighting with reason
felt the loneliest when I had you beside in bed sleeping
You would look me in the eye, lie that you weren’t high tweaking
Bodily harm, I was bleeding
How many hours spent pleading?
I would tell you what I needed
You destroyed me for no reason
I know I saved my own life by saying fck it and leaving
Like a death, I was grieving
Had to accept you were cheating
Left and right, like a demon
You live your life with no meaning
Off the liquor stay geeking
You’re a freak and I mean it
Don’t hit my line when you leaning.
Categories:
fornicating, abuse, betrayal, boyfriend, emotions,
Form:
Free verse
Petrified pottery ponders plots. Ploys play putting purring. And a frantically fraternising pickle arch can glow on many a skyline at dusk. In many hues. Many dusks many arches many hues and many hues mean many hundreds and many hundreds mean invite to investment of innermost inherited insectivorous institutionalised ignorant ignoramus's ingots'. But glowing of an ear bug is common in a torque typed torture chamber and a chamber is not a champion nor a charred crispy cross crossed conifer. Camels that eat hard cheese are said to be better prophets than penguins on skateboards. Fornicating false frocks falsely fall. And a little black and grey horse was speaking kindly to a tiny ball of fur which turned out to be a mouse name but cat in shape and body. How rather cruel! And derogatory too. Yet the smirking slug like actions secreting slime of a prawn headed monster with many man tentacles' and tentacles are terror and definitely not treacle treading treats. Salivate not a big bit of pie then? Fir pie is a composition of sorts types and kinds and akin to a pulsating ball of confused idiosyncratic ideological wisdom of orders originating from a glass bottom jug which weighs forty two kilos and cost eleven cities, two million towns, twenty thousand small villages, and ten hamlets. These are in a deposit global zone. A whirl of supposed suppository suppers in stupors seen but senseless. It is wise to break a mould then to create a new work for the art show shower. And bathe before baking the perimeter of pie. For pie without radius is a ravishing radish reaching radii. And how polite is a polish then? No ha no x and a big x to it as well. And one should always dangle mirrored glasses while wearing a sun hat and riding a one centimetre bull down the tidal bores. Z refurbishment z at two hens to twenty one ducks at half time. Z
Categories:
fornicating, assonance, baseball, basketball, beach,
Form:
A semi shriek of an atom bite should never be viewed as the submission of a rug. For rugs wear earplugs, and belts with chains. Very heavy locks can also be located in that type of wirey loops. Fabrics can change and alter through time correction. Using battling beans and chips to dip and slurp can simply not be the answer. It is too generalistic you see. And sweeping crumbs can often uncover missing gems that sparkle. Lewd is the miscommunication and misjudgement of the shrapnel falling from miscellaneous guns. And weary not. And wear not. And weave not. A giant battling bee bomb. Buzz buzz buzz. Extract fuzz. Great. Or not so great. It is deemed less necessary to eat a bacon slice that is not fully cooked. For too much slob is no good for the handle on a door. Gated guarded grating girths. And a fortification of a fibre. Giant slopes where pods are arranged. Oh how wonderful. Wow. And a fornicating hedgerow is neither a fish fork nor a ladle when painted in oils. Italics itemised innermost inherited inhabitants. And of course the passing of nineteen cuttlefish in a sky burst is a scented form of communication through lines of fins. Good. Harmonisation z
Categories:
fornicating, aubade,
Form:
Colours chatting. Charts cantering. Divine decanters are in no way an explanation in a bowling alley or on a pool table. Snooker a sock. And land in nets. Flashing flesh fishing faint frog eyed frames. Google stared. Fornicating with a fingerless unisex wandering cue. Very upright. Rigid body. Wow. How rather radical then. However a peapod in a ballet dancing costume could wreak much havoc on a bombed table painted green. Such gravitational quality. Weary wap I'm a tight organisation says a mop with a bucket sailing on the a54. Trade deals drape divinatory domineering deans. And deans are daring demonic dragonflies who hunt in large packs. So always aim true. And get the angles correct. Measure. To be sure of a knock down. Pocket a pocket a pocket a pick. And ten to the dozen. Drowning. Tick tap tapping trap tape. And a very long luxurious tapestry in a bath. Informational purposes. Poliomyelitis z
Categories:
fornicating, analogy,
Form:
Lady in the Shoe
That fornicating old lady
Still living in that ratty shoe
The citys' gonna move it out
I wonder what she’s gonna do
Categories:
fornicating, funny
Form:
Clerihew