Best Foulness Poems
In A Dark, Dark Room
Tormented in a pitch black room--
Smelling the foulness in the ground;
Flickering shadows in the gloom
That feed upon me, all around
Bound hand and foot, with neck exposed,
Tormented in a pitch black room,
I only slept, when coffins closed,
With nightmares of impending doom.
I heard above a muffled boom
My eyes assaulted by the light
Tormented in a pitch black room
Never more will I fear the night
I signed on with Van Helsings Free,
Hunting vampires from tomb to tomb.
I rescue others, lost like me--
Tormented in a pitch black room.
Memorial Day 2016
Written: by Tom Wright
Each Memorial Day is like a magnet
That holds captive, my thoughts,
Of those before me who didn’t return,
And to those who returned
That war has left un-erasable footprints on.
War has a way of accomplishing that,
For there is no reversal of things done, seen,
Or clearing your nostrils of the foulness of war;
In A Dark, Dark Room
Tormented in a dark, dark room--
Smelling the foulness in the ground;
Flickering shadows in the gloom
That feed upon me, all around
Bound hand and foot, with neck exposed,
Tormented in a dark, dark room,
I only slept, when coffins closed,
With nightmares of impending doom.
I heard above a muffled boom
My eyes assaulted by the light
Tormented in a dark, dark room
Never more will I fear the night
I signed on with Van Helsings Free,
Hunting vampires from tomb to tomb.
I rescue others, lost like me--
Tormented in a dark, dark room
Memorial Day 2016
Written: by Tom Wright
Each Memorial Day is like a magnet
That holds captive, my thoughts,
Of those before me who didn’t return,
And to those who returned
That war has left un-erasable footprints on.
War has a way of accomplishing that,
For there is no reversal of things done, seen,
Or clearing your nostrils of the foulness of war;
STINGRAY
She took you for a ride on the wild side
Taking you through bushels and thorns
You endured the pain of the splinter and shrubs
Swerving through highways and by ways
U-turning to where disaster resides
She played foul
Destroyed all things beautiful
She’s unworthy and incapable of love
Her resolution was prostitution
Joy was her pain
Coddling crack…fondling cocaine
Stingray flowed through your urine
Foulness exhumed from her bob wired lips
Soiled and contaminated love endurance
Of this alleged relationship
Jaws of death clutching your humanity
Finalizing your mortality
Destruction ahead…your totality
You held on to the baggage
Of your broken heart and shattered dreams
And then to me you brought the excrement
Left over’s from your damaged relationship
This being why
I reside in this demise
You should have buried the bones
That destroyed your soul
Now you’ve compromised
The road less traveled of you and I
Sinister scene of a dark September sight;
Hell's horrific harridan, heralding the night.
Tangled and twisted, like taut, twirled twine;
Set upon Satan's wicked, shameful, sordid shrine.
Interred in a musty cellar deep in the earth;
A questionable life, without any worth.
Entombed in stone, imprisoned in time;
A ghost lost in a world of foulness sublime.
A cathedral lovely, it's steeple plated in gold;
Under its floors a demon, horrific stories untold.
Laid down to rest many a year ago;
Sepulcher to its sorrows, troubles and woes.
A massive stone door encrypted with ominous crest;
Leading down a corridor of perilous quest;
Anyone who would dare enter and walk down the stairs;
An incredible journey, beyond compare.
Ghost of the Raven, it's soiled tainted nest;
An edifice embodying every foul, decaying, rotting stench of death.
In this ghost's darkened, abysmal' crypt;
A squalor befitting betrayal - it's tainted carcass dripped.
As I stood in the horror of this insidious crypt;
Insanity beckoned to me as I quickly began losing, my tenuous grip.
As I gazed down that awful corridor of death;
I sensed, no I felt, the dark angel's searing, hellish breath.
Conjured from the depths of Lucifer's night,
It's evil eyes blazing, in obvious delight.
Breaking through the bonds of human desire,
Reaching for my soul, to harvest my being for his hellish fire.
Realm of darkness, fading into the morning light;
Contrasts of the netherworld, and the depths of the night.
Radiance of the dawn to dispel all my fears;
Ghosts of my conscience - yesterday's tears.
?Let nothing besiege your lame love
Nothing of that sort that's perennial and abiding
That is sure and true and sweet
Like the passion of our archetype martyrs of love
Let nothing serve you as an anchor for your putrid ambience
Obsequieses and ballads and dirges sung by the devil's choir
Are your portion of a serenade of chivalry
Love the one without love and die so
So come from the ascendance of the glorious cosmos
And rub thy foulness with the greed of lucifer
For it is befitting for your souls to love the way love is bought
Not the way love is worth
This morning’s run began so benign and gentle,
Yet 15 minutes later deep feelings were unhinged,
Confused, I recalled my latest meals,
Whilst my insides were impinged.
Aghast, I sensed the futility,
Of my plight against this ongoing urge,
With jalapeno pizza making itself heard,
From the inside there came the surge.
Now time was of the essence,
Yet speed of movement constrained,
The last few furlongs were in angst,
As the feelings barely waned.
Thoughts waivered to hideous options,
On the beach there were few souls about,
If this continues to get much worse,
I may have to leave behind my own brown stout!
Alas I made my entrance home,
Victoriously casting the bathroom door aside,
This moment had been forever in the making,
Yet now all was forgiven, as the foulness did but glide.
The fallen seek to destroy man
Sending their hatred into our imagination
Dressed in angelic forms, they have a plan
Rage, hate, prejudice, pride- we must ban
To change this nature, we must (seek) elation
The fallen seek to destroy man
Become one- in mind, spirit- not a divided clan
Seek the perfection of love in every sensation
Dressed in angelic forms, they have a plan
Throughout millennias this evil has spanned
Eradicate from our very mind, this aberration
The fallen seek to destroy man
Be wary of the loathsome whenever you can
Go forth in a life of happiness, no hesitation
Dressed in angelic forms, they have a plan
From the birth of mankind this foulness began
Lead only with consummate vibration
The fallen seek to destroy man
Dressed in angelic forms, they have a plan.
Music… Liquor…
Make you happy…
I can see in your eyes
Laughing in the alcohol foulness
Enjoying in the dimness
You can enjoy only in darkness
Cannot face the daylight
To cover up
A fresh scar on your forehead
That happened while you were working
With your former fellow labors.
Music… Liquor…
Make you happy…
In your new high society
Believing is the true happiness
But you have to hide out the daylight:
The real wisdom!
My fear is not of Joe with hair of grey, mind in disarray, coherence at bay.
Main concern not about his overall knowledge lack, or how he doesn’t know Iran from Iraq, or cause he wannabe black
My complaint is not the fuel cost rise, nor Junior's highs, I'm not one of THOSE guys...but what IF he dies??
Can't stress enough, when I say this stuff, the dark cloud is rough! Crossing that bridge is tough, beware the trolls down there, my Billy Goats Gruff.
Dress it up and call it 'strong', don't ignore sublime lyrics in her song, you're lost in the rhythm foot tapping along, but it's not right on, it's off and wrong.
I'm all for the melting pot I like fondue, but there's recipes to follow, You. Generations of cookbooks tried and true, anything else I find hard to chew.
Harder to swallow hence we spit, but the foulness remains you nearly choke on it, she leaves a bad taste that just won't quit, not even Altoids can last through term limits
You read the bumper sticker that my car was adorning, but drivers in the left lane tend not to heed the warning, take the wheel and drive yourself stop conforming, try to be so woke but you'll oversleep one morning.
No more hitting snooze or Biden your time cause the time is up. Is Kamala really in the house? YUP! Pessimist maybe but I see a half empty cup.
And going lower like that cup's a sieve, she's gonna set us so far back it'll be primitive, and not like Bedrock but
rock hard to live, not a pretty picture just lots of negatives.
Strange how weather can affect our moods
From foulness to upbeatness, you walk out in the nude
Perhaps a bit extreme
Well you know what I mean
Affects people differently, you may appear unglued
I have sinned, friend.
But my sin is not a God
To smother my Divinity.
Innate, alive
God writhes within me,
A burning fire
A tripartite light.
How low I sank
I may not tell
But in the muddy
Fires of Hell
Is not my destination.
I drank from an evil cup
And yet
God took me to his bosom
And I Am transfigured.
Me, a Sinner.
A broken piece of pottery
That can no more
Hold water
And yet
He mendeth it
And makes it His Abode
Now what GOD
Would live in a broken teapot?
Nay, MENDED!
The God of very Gods,
The Son of Suns.
Behold He is I Am
And I Am
Is alive forevermore within me
He shall yet win his way through my Heart,
And I will be alive in HIM
Forever.
SELAH!
May 12 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Job 16-19
Key Verse – Job 16:20 My friends scorn me: but mine eye poureth out tears unto God.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY TEAR WIPER
Lord God, You are my tear Wiper,
opening my eyes to behold Your glory
Thank You for orchestrating my will by Your strengthening victory
Surely offering to me assuaging refuge when I am weary
Likewise ordering me to rise up righteously, overcoming sins’ fury.
Lord God, You are my tear Wiper,
preparing my mouth to praise You unceasingly
Thank You for protecting my reins from self-pity continually
Surely purifying me against defiling foulness daily
Likewise purging me of my transgressions by Your blood powerfully.
Lord God, You are my tear Wiper,
quickening my commitment of genuine spirituality
Thank You for quelling my confusion by Your truth’s verity
Surely questioning me of my hypocrisy and checking my uncertainty
Likewise quieting me with Your purposes’ hope-filled bounty.
Lord God, You are my tear Wiper,
reviving my life by Your Word’s conviction-constancy
Thank You for removing my iniquities’ dross through Your holiness’ persistency
Surely refreshing me along Your counsel that reveals Your mercy
Likewise reinforcing me for discipleship’s fervency.
Lord God, You are my tear Wiper,
straightening my character midst trials so many
Thank You for scattering my light’s radiance by Your bright testimony
Surely showering me with Your blessings, whether stormy or rainy
Likewise safeguarding me against paths that are rocky and stony.
Lord God, You are my tear Wiper,
training my faith to withstand tests of philosophy
Thank You for teaching my mind Your wisdom not craving for earthly trophy
Surely touching me with Your forgiveness-care against sinful atrophy
Likewise tasking me as Your servant to declare Your biblical biography.
Lord God, You are my tear Wiper,
uniting my heart to Yours so I can be divinely healthy
Thank You for using my devotion toward You for me to be eternally wealthy
Surely urging me to depart from wickedness that can make me filthy
Likewise upholding me so I can fellowship with You, though I’m not worthy.
May 12, 2023
October 4 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Matthew 8-10
Key Verse – Matthew 8:3 And Jesus put forth his hand, and touched him, saying, I will; be thou clean. And immediately his leprosy was cleansed.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR CLEANSING AND HEALING US
Praise be to God for cleansing and healing us from our:
Frustration-futility toward His forgiveness
Filthiness-fever toward His fellowship
Fret-faltering toward His faithfulness
Foulness-flu toward His fruitfulness
Fear-flight toward His freedom
Matthew 9:22 Praise be to the Lord for comforting us:
Challenging us with His call of courage
Caring for us by His compassion-calmness
Correcting and chastising us by His counsel
Converting us along His command for change
Cheering us amidst our consecration-cleansing
Matthew 10:37 Praise be to the Saviour
for enabling us to love Him more than:
Position, propped by provisions
Possessions, propelling prosperity
Preferences pretending to be precious
Priorities against His precepts and principles
Progress in our passionate prized performances. Amen!
October 4, 2024