Best Impious Poems
From glory to dust-2
F ragile humans flailing away at cataclysmic events, trying to
R ule the world without a clue, not knowing the way
O ut... Impressive they try to be, imposing their
M ediocrity in synchronicity with deceptive ideologies
G lamourously they present themselves as role models
L eaders of society, in the arts, and business moguls
O f the sports world, they excel high above the
R est of the competition, they are winners, never
Y ielding to doubt or fear, ever overconfident
T oo many times they reach the summit, the peak of power
O nly to find themselves crashing down into the mire of disgrace
D isillusionment will rule the hopeful mind and heart of the innocent
U ntil the day when they finally comprehend that humans on their own
S imply cannot control or manage the chaos that confronts this world
T ogether the impious and vainglorious rulers will return to the dust.
John Derek Hamilton
March 22,2017
Categories:
impious, angst, confusion, corruption, future,
Form:
Acrostic
Opening the door to Pandora’s box where chaos descends
As the wickedness of the locusts descends upon this world
giving birth unto passions that have no heavenly equity
Craftily-constructed plausibility draws away the inexperienced mind
held captive within the wounds of prejudice that are licked by a splintered tongue
while our Lord patiently awaits with outstretched loving arms pierced deeply
Vain genealogies born of arrogance in an allure to the simple minded
unable to distinguish evil falsehoods from truth they stumble on nevertheless
brass mixed with sliver shines falsely bright to the deceiver and deceived
Error in judgement their blasphemous and impious opinions spread venomously
In an allure of reality where more true than then truth itself beckons mendaciously
souls of Our Savior colourless in creation for the divinity of heaven is not of this earth
Almighty transparency transcends in all earthly traits eclipsing a complete deceit
His Excellency most sublime radiant Gem gleams of eternity for all mankind
Whom when asked gives the Precious gift of His Blood through Grace unconditionally
a co written piece by Donna Loughman and liam mc daid
Categories:
impious, baptism, blessing, faith, forgiveness,
Form:
Free verse
Searching true master!
It's easy
Either physical or metaphysical,
Either earthly or spiritually,
Either religious or impious!
True master-
Peaceful solution
Those who can bring
Without any harmful happening
With sympathetic care
- Thursday, August 8, 2019 Chattogram
Categories:
impious, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
I saw her a milky complexion and a voluptuous frame , she had a name but no surname noone gave her a surname .
I found her similar less incommon a saree she had draped in an impious commotion to look like what she had to look like .
Little choice did she had to hide the wonders of her skin which were not wonders to her , the brightness of her smile nd her cleavage were unholy to them to her , it was mere piece of flesh scotched and held tight without any pocession she was never touched with admiration but only exploitation.
They scorn at her as she is relegated but forget to question her origin before grabbing her , forgot which caste did she uphold because for them she was not a piece of art but a Harlot , her beauty was perhaps sold .
Her feminsm staked for the pleasure of a night nd she cried , she cried not of the pain it gave her but about every remark of unholy and stained sexuality which slapped in her nightmares of open eyes maybe she too complained but her complaints sucked in by mouths of holy men .
But wait , last night she too saw a dream of all holy men where she was also one of them no less was she revered wearing a saree washed with dignity this time .
Her speech as a monologue of her aspirations and not melancholy of compulsory sex . Her lips now echoing the eulogy of her power , they stained her skin but couldn't reach her heart .
Maybe she wants to be a doctor , an actor , a choreographer a singer or a poet but no one asked her . Her demeanour no more sluggish say hello to the newborn priggish her prefix is not just a prostitute , her life is much more than bodily servitude .
No less than a pandit she is a sensational prelude so the next time you see a prostitute just smile at her not for her stained sexuality but for her soul’s individuality because her soul remains
Unstained .
By : Ridhi bhutani ( herfingerwings)
Categories:
impious, pride,
Form:
Ballad
his fingers map out
subtle areas all over--
my belly button
no exception, impious
outlines, his goal to stir me…
*another "challenge"
from Missy Nikko*
:)
11/04/2011
Categories:
impious, passion
Form:
Tanka
tears fall from the eyes of a broken soul
lost without her mate of choice the shrunken soul
ask for the truth of the lie to be revealed.
From beyond, the Sufi whispers to the forsaken soul
frantic like a child without bottle
she to the machine has become the token soul.
Asked if her pride could bear the truth behind lies
she questioned the worth of pride to a stricken soul
and prepared to swallow the pill of truth.
summoning the mauve star of the Aladdin soul
truth blinded her eye and buckled her knee
causing her tongue to cleanse her awaken soul.
All has become enlighten to this new humble spirit
while I, Taylor, splinter an impious dormant African soul !
Categories:
impious, africa, beautiful, beauty, identity,
Form:
Ghazal
--Who Has no Tomb to Rest His Soul--
After the long, long wandering in the wasteland,
sometimes by the sea where the roaring wind surges
the waters, or times in the highland where the dews chill the bone,
and other times by the marsh where pouring rain lashes the reeds,
Oedipus the blind and ruined old man, led by his dearest daughter,
came to the land of running horseman Colonus,
the land where Theseus reigns.
Woe is the blindness,
strange ground where Oedipus stepped on,
however, was the holy ground of immortal beings,
the ground forbidden to all who are the mortals.
Oedipus, therefore, an impious old man,
the blasphemous king once reigned Thebes,
the shameless one without the eyes to see.
Since the day driven out from Thebes
Oedipus needed a refuge where to lay his worn out body,
where to rest his wandering soul, and therefore, though
unknowingly, he hastily stepped on Holy Land.
Since he was expelled by his own sons and mother’s brother,
Oedipus needed the comforting word that soothes his aching body,
that relieves his troubled heart, and therefore, to hear
sweet music descending from above and echoes
in the grove as the gay spirited birds twitters,
he hurriedly sat on an altar forbidden to the mortals.
The oracle upon Oedipus since his conception
in mother’s womb was a cursed one, a foe to his own father,
the curse Oedipus, therefore, carried from the day of his birth was,
rather than a blessed one the proud heir to the ruler the king of Thebes,
but to become an abandoned child one forced to be a stranger everywhere.
And after the long wandering in an endless desolated land,
though death gave benediction in the night dark as his sight at last,
it did not allow him to have a tomb where his beloved daughters
would be able to dedicate a piece of stone with an epitaph,
the inscribed words of praise to honor him, or to recollect
his sorrowful image before his grave with tears in time to time,
though it may be a painful reminiscence to his daughters.
Alas! the king Oedipus, who has no tomb to rest his wandering soul
even after his death under an evil star.
Categories:
impious, allegory, anxiety, death, father
Form:
Dramatic Verse
From glory to dust
F ragile humans flailing away at cataclysmic events, trying to
R ule the world without a clue, not knowing the way
O ut... Impressive they try to be, imposing their
M ediocrity in synchronicity with deceptive ideologies
G lamourously they are presented as role models
L eaders of society, of governments, in the arts, and business
O r sports world, they excel high above the
R est of the competition, winners never
Y ielding to doubt or fear, ever overconfident
T oo many times they reach the summit, the peak of power
O nly to find themselves tumbling down into the mire of disgrace
D isillusionment will rule the hopeful mind and heart of the innocent
U ntil the day when they finally comprehend that humans on their own
S imply cannot control or manage the chaos that confronts this world
T ogether the impious and vainglorious rulers will return to the dust.
John Derek Hamilton
March 18,2016
Categories:
impious, angst, change, horror, humanity,
Form:
Acrostic
This years race for president is impious.
Making my thoughts ever so oblivious.
So I have made a my own decision auspicious.
If they should win, others would be envious.
That is why I shall vote a candidate so devious.
While others may say he is completely dubious.
At least I feel that this one is ambitious.
So I will cast my vote for, Captain Obvious.
Categories:
impious, humorous, parody, philosophy, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
I was immersed in an impervious imagination
of these frail flowers feigning a feel of freedom
I watched their wings whirling in whoredom
Impious, they are implanted with impinged impetus
A dignified dust, decorated and dubbed a domineer
Yet they decided to be detritus on a detour, detrained.
Thronged by thick thorny thoughts, theme and thrust
On a throne of thistles, ever thrilled by thralldom,
Pots parading potpourri, they preen in power pomp,
positioned in a plain, poisoned, they prey on the potter,
O where did you wield those wings of woeful wisdom;
to trail the terrain that will only twist and tame you.
A dust you are, drunk and drenched with delusion
Deluged by derisory dream in the domain of darkness,
you drill and drink from the dust you did not designed
O dignified dust, your destiny is but dross and dust.
Devious: you devise deviltry with the devoiced dusts,
With a magmatic mind, mutinous against your marker
Your beauty, brain and brawns will soon get broken,
And you will be drowned in the dust you dignified…
Categories:
impious, faith, philosophy, religion,
Form:
Alliteration
Imagine the clouds gathering above start to swirl
with hypnotic movement heavy rains begin to fall
the scent of the sea permeates, you inhale brisk salty air
and the angry waves divulge their impious white tip curls.
Imagine floating in the darkness of time
and your imagination speaks enchanting words
came back; come back to the lure of the ancient seas
into a prism of darkness, whispering its tapestry of rhyme.
Imagine drifting back in time, to the time before
when spirits walked, when the earth was new
back in time to the time when the red moon rose
and the Gods walked along its dim and distant shores.
Imagine far across the sea, the black walls of Hell
stretching forth to the sky where both sky and sea
darken into blackness, and the black clouds pause
then stir again as the angry sea heaves and swells.
Imagine the blood moon peering in the horizon
beckoning the mystics of the sea, chanting
come to me; come to me, come to me,
then the serpents of the sea, they begin risin’.
Imagine a mist emerging from the distant shore
spreading death along its lethal silent path
pausing briefly then heaves aside the shadows
with more of sovereignty than ancient lore
Imagine somewhere in that scene faces without names
filled with wisdom and skilled in prophecy,
beneath a vast space, of which is a tempest
with rolling billows, and tongues of electric flames.
Imagine floating above the angry waves
Whispering the words of the oracle
come to me, come to me, ever and anon
to the depth beneath, to the sailor’s watery graves.
Imagine now the calming seas;
Blue skies, white clouds, and
The solemn twilight of a new day;
Imagine the timber of this gentle breeze.
Categories:
impious, adventure, allusion, boat, color,
Form:
Rhyme
"Darkness will be preferred to light, and death will be thought more profitable than life; no one will raise his eyes to heaven; the pious will be deemed insane, and the impious wise; the madman will be thought a brave man, and the wicked will be esteemed as good." -The Prophecy of Thoth
Unwavering promise veiled lengthy devotion,
Unveiling the eyes amid his universe’s notion.
Unlacing the heavenly brightness of the sky,
Up is taken inside a magnificent nirvana fly.
Undeniably, we are only a mass of molecules.
All are formed of atoms that follow the rules.
Each atom in these mites emitted an energy wave.
These sway waves are like those in the coral cave.
Unarguably, it covers the crux of reality,
Only energy creates a split personality.
The higher self is the same for everyone.
You and me are the same under the sun.
It drifted away from our world: the universe,
defining the darkness of our primal curse.
The countless orbs will doubtless collide.
These natural laws cannot be denied.
How vast and deep is this boundless sea?
How dreadful is the length that would be?
It’s a site where nice trends may be in motion.
Massive explosions and planetary interaction
Our ubiquitous spirit opens and ends in us alone,
Our grace makes waves of the right tone.
Always stay in touch, since God is a paradise.
He is Alpha and Omega, and must apply his device.
Under the dark, there is a flow of darkness,
What we do, leaves a mark, even in blackness.
This is like a shadow that vanishes without bliss,
Overcoming bias and approaching the abyss.
The truth may put one’s mind at ease,
hearing the dramatic cosmic history of seas.
Only a tad of the cosmos, we are worthless.
We must relate this to the mood of purpose.
Written: November 1St, 2022
Writing Challenge - Unburden a ''U'' Word- Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Categories:
impious, appreciation, space, stars,
Form:
Rhyme
Nostradamus ician incantation once meet.
Informal inveracity of the ignoble sect.
Saviors stylish mercies sensed saving their necks.
Invariably today were imputed more adult.
Placing belittled Bibles on the very top shelf.
Next shelf implement the almanac.
Impending how arrangements tend to imbue.
Saviors sweet tune of the scented cock a too.
Were well deserving of our labors.
Incongruities ignite in-between neighbors.
Inconspicuous identification erupts into trouble.
Soldiers marching ides, on the double.
Truth impugned ; subhuman indelible infamy.
Saviors transcendent healing: iatric stylets.
Next shelf implement the dictionary.
Jesus; Icon; identify; ideal; Icarus; iffy.
Incredulous! how impious ideas initiate with i.
Saviors stance steady, as indignant missiles aren't stones.
Categories:
impious, political, religion, society,
Form:
Horoscopes defy what the mind already knows
Sagittarius categorized, Catholically inclined
Religion forces Signed eyes to reconsider deliverance
Archer status on the dance floor
Lips poised clothing crunk'd
High heels dipped in ghetto couture
Street loved, Sirens seem to posess me with Hip-Hop streaming
Cold blue steel pressed against my thigh
He makes me forget Good Girl analogies
Marxist ideologies and paying the water bill
Electric cars and global warming
Catholic tendencies clash with knee-jerk leftist remarks
Minorities have a propensity to be Democratically oriented
Shall I take it to the highest point of disregard
And let Disneyland dreams give way to worldly needs
Oh God
May we philosophize before his muscles take me over
Smiles reconcile what was once sober
Drunk off uncertainty
"I live for the moment" lies
We all need a little healing
I forget my repented chants to forgive sins
The more educated I become the harder it is to blindly believe
Faith is a tired charade that I must play
Center stage, bright eye'd and readily paid
I believe but must I rely on what the homily says
The bank notes the eagerness in charity of diluted masses
I trust in the Lord
Everyone needs a mentor
To relinquish safety in the face of uncertainty
Is something revolutionary
Am I to fall in love with guilt as my ancestors before me
Will Jesus still love me if i'm not sorry for smiling
I'm not sorry at all for being
Lividly in love with living
But was it T.S Elliot who was so declined to meet
The basic devotion in his poetry
Or was it me who denies faith everlastingly
I'm already twisted with these bottles of opiated, over the counter conviction
Priests who color me darker then I was before I dipped my hand
Into sanctified waters
Questions procede answers that are left for dying
The Vatican with daily mantras force me to facilitate fate
Is this the right religion for me
Why isn't faith enough, destiny binds me to unforgiving roots
Relatives in Zoot-suits trying to mix it up
The fine lines between being revolutionary and being impious
Are fading so slightly from the clear cut minds
Or is it mine whose mind is cut from something similar to sacrilede profanity
Surely we shall see
With prayer in my hand
the devil at my feet
Categories:
impious, angst, confusion, faith, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
Villanelle: The only thing the masses can buy
The only thing the masses can buy
That’s not listed on the stock market
The one-way ticket out of our sky
They scrub they shine they barely e’er cry
With no bats to defend their wicket
The only thing the masses can buy
Marx and Engels tried to tell them why
Yet unions all the reasons forget
The one-way ticket out of our sky
Best show on earth watch democrat ploy
Big Ben Speaker cry “ORDER” and fidget
The only thing the masses can buy
Yet the masses sell votes on the sly
To slice bi-cameral house in secret
The one-way ticket out of our sky
Duped by spam tv fearful and shy
See they why Socrates kicked the bucket*
The only thing the masses can buy
The one-way ticket out of our sky
* "The trial of Socrates (399 BC) was held to determine the philosopher’s guilt of two charges: asebeia (impiety) against the pantheon of Athens, and corruption of the youth of the city-state; the accusers cited two impious acts by Socrates: “failing to acknowledge the gods that the city acknowledges” and “introducing new deities”.
The death sentence of Socrates was the legal consequence of asking politico-philosophic questions of his students, from which resulted the two accusations of moral corruption and of impiety. At trial, the majority of the dikasts (male-citizen jurors chosen by lot) voted to convict him of the two charges; then, consistent with common legal practice, voted to determine his punishment, and agreed to a sentence of death to be executed by Socrates’s drinking a poisonous beverage of hemlock." (Source Wikipedia)
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2018
Categories:
impious, murder, people, philosophy, political,
Form:
Villanelle