Best Lewdness Poems
Spray your love in the masochistic mist,
shapely satisfying the illicit itch...
With handcuffs upon the wicked wrist,
narcotic nectars that will bewitch…
Salacious secretions that must assist,
appeasing appetites that shall enrich...
Salivating on parts hardly ever kissed,
exploring erotica within its niche…
Licentious desires amidst negligent night,
engulfing erections are craving...
Passionate pistils partake in their plight,
tender thoughts are misbehaving…
Bodies in motion divulge in delight,
as animalistic aphrodisiacs are raving...
Concupiscence convulsions do bite;
willing wanton wizards are waving…
Hold me tight as we twist and twitch,
upon luscious landscapes yearning...
Libidinousness lactations in their stitch,
beauteous breasts are burning…
Carnal covetousness stings their pitch,
for evocative emulations returning...
Leaving humble humanity in the ditch,
lacrimal lewdness upon learning.
Oct.15.2019
Itch, witch, glitch or twitch
Sponsored by: Nina Parmenter
Background Music...Sade
"No Ordinary Love"
With Female Virtual Voice
N/A for contest
His habit to put his socks on first
Started these shenanigans one day
After a shower, he donned said socks
With one sagging in a nagging way
He should have bent over to get it
For raising his foot was not smart
It got caught in his gold necklace
A gift from which he, would not part
Nude but for socks, (one still sagging)
He hopped from the bath to the hall
Then he heard a knock on his door
His girlfriend early, without a call?
He thought, "I told her no need to knock"
With a hop, he said "come in dear!"
And yelled "lord!", when he hopped on a tack
Then fell, which was his worst fear!
Landing on his back with a foot up,
Moaning, "I'm in need of an assist!"
Mortified, when his pastor walked in
Who said, "What kind of lewdness is this?"
"Lord help me understand this lesson.",
The preacher said under his breath
Dutifully helping the fellow
An affair they both took to their death!
The Poem is dedicated to nine innocents who has lost their lives in Israli attak on their
humanitarian aid.
Docility, a living destitute of Anthropomorphism.
Recency, appalling of desperation or piteous anomalism.
Recommendations apotheosize a fussiness of hell or heaven,
A gun shooter killed innocents a crackable Raven.
To shot a child or an old person hard lines limicolous
Inconsecutive lewdness a peevish peeping Tom Ligneous.
Reprehensible polygamist direful coiled chaotic prattle,
A salacious salubrity paramour remorseless battle
When I step inside your twisted reality ...
this is what my spiritual eyes see,
your soul revealed in it's totality
A scaly skin of self-serving morality ...
you always ask, what's in it for me,
what can you do for me materially?
Got emotional raging volcanity ...
spewing verbal pyroclastic debris,
you say you only speak Pompeiiese
With your serpentine smug urbanity ...
prefer a gated community,
only mingles with high society
Spread suburban mundanity ...
selling cookie-cutter, debt prison housing to families
with furnishings of faux upholstery
Invest in commercialism inanity ...
everything must be sold is your belief,
even used products with expired warranties
Keep a get-rich-quick mentality ...
you think everybody envies a successful thief,
need only confess to your corporate priest
Suited sharks all have an aggressive vitality ...
eat or be eaten is the mindset to be beastly,
you pick the bones clean with ravenous mendacity
Hiding your lewdness in the cloak of formality ...
giving gluttonous divinations at pagan feasts,
your rented body is the patron jinn of soiled sheets
Cutting all soft hearts with the blade of hard brutality ...
unlock the cages of your rapacious menagerie,
killing souls has been your most primal urgency
Tampered traffic lights creates a mass fatality ...
your hand pushes the button and turn the key,
creating carnage for all to witness your legacy
You pepper life-and-death stakes with vile profanity ...
a seasoned, master provocateur you be,
poisoning the minds with rancid digital obscenity
Rejecting all that is good for humanity ...
cursing the fruit of the life-giving tree,
you rage against the people of the holy
Time to step outside of your straight-jacket insanity ...
the evil that lives within the madness of your psyche
The truth of the cosmos shall consume you utterly
This poem is submitted to:
Contest: Word Challenge
Sponsor: Silent One
Date: 01-30-17
The luck of the Irish has always been
St Patrick did not preach for men to preen
in great lewdness and less love
but for friends to look above...
with gratitude garnished with touch of green.
Written 02/4/ 2017
Sometimes when I sink in my thoughts
I see the enchanting face of gone by years
In the wide open window of my heart
With my eyes blurred with gushing tears
When I take out my old albums to dust
And aimlessly turn over its pages
My mind is swept with a wave’s thrust
Drifting to the time of saints and sages
The time of serenity, peace and love
The time that is frozen in my album
Like glittering gems in a treasure trough
Like a fragrant rose’s ravishing blossom
Men and women with hearts of gold
Love, loyalty and purity of soul
Times when fidelities weren’t bought and sold
Amity and friendship were cherished goal
The glorious past now nowhere in sight
Greed and lust in forefront of mind
Licentiousness and lewdness give no respite
Kindness and sympathy nowhere to find
The earth plagued with demons of ugliness
Leaches and vultures, oppressors and tyrants
Sucking the blood and devouring with greediness
The flesh of oppressed, the infirm and infants
It is time for tyranny’s elimination
The call of vision is for me and you
Be a sword to slaughter the demon
Life to be spared of affliction and woe
February 20, 2011
My princess diddles on the shores of Brazil;
in clear, crude notes her lips curse in Portuguese;
her lewdness makes the earth and sun stand still--
what a tragedy if she were just a tease!
To gaze upon her rude face is what I don't miss;
to greet her with a vulgar, vile embrace
and kiss her sex would give her the greatest bliss--
the thought repels me and makes my heart race!
The distance between us, like a thick mist,
keeps us apart. But I by heaven swear
that someday we'll have our disgusting tryst
nevertheless in the same hemisphere.
And if she's not against waiting for me,
I'll do my best to diddle her by the sea!
From Seventy-two to Eighty-three,
I took a rest from reality
To watch these doctors laugh and cry.
(And some of them would even die.)
It was a story of Korean War
Which had ended twenty years before,
But Vietnam War was in full force
And we were all involved of course.
The horrors of war were plain to see
And was treated without frivolity.
When lives had been saved and work was done
These doctors brewed their own rare fun.
There was Hot Lips and her lover Frank,
Who were often victims of a prank.
Hawkeye and his manic friends
Tormented them with no amends.
Staged in Army Mobil Surgical Hospital
With conditions less than hospitable,
These doctors did the best they could
With resources sometimes not so good.
An oleo of humor and great drama
I could watch it with my own mama.
There was no lewdness ever shown
But scenes to tickle your funny bone.
Its last episode drew a major crowd.
One hundred twenty five million it’s avowed.
This record I think, still stands today
And perhaps will never go away.
I’m sure that somewhere in this nation,
This show is still in syndication.
I advise you watch it just because
It is the best that ever was.
By; Joyce Johnson
TV show “Mash”
Adulterous besieging capstone damnation
exploitation foists groping, heaving
insidiously jerking
knowingly lunges
machinations notoriously nymphomaniacal
officiating penile quests
rapaciously, sadistically
tenaciously, unstoppably
vasocongested wickedness
Xerses yawped zeolously.
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All throughout history of man/woman kind
ascendent civilizations extensively gouged,
impailed, kindled, murderous outrages
quashing sacred urges, women yearned.
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Versatile thematic refrain punctuating nubiles
maximized looting, pillaging, raping
visited upon females via decimating fountainhead
guarding brestworks of vestal virgins,
innocent youths (little boys and girls).
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Twenty first century *****Sapiens male population continue to applaud, covet, extol, gloat, invoke, kickstart, molest outrages, quest savagely thee unbridled wedded yoke appropriating coquettishly enshrined gals imposing killing mandates okaying queasy sordid ugly wretchedness yanking aborhent behavior denigrating, fulminating, harrassing, jawdropping lewdness, nabbing prized rearends, twerking, violently whiplashing, yelling zingers.
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Now not a day elapses with instances women claim untoward advances, and/or forced coercion to satiate and temporarily slate the sexual thirst informing prononced picadilloes (philandering if married pompous head honcho demands appeasement of coitus, ********, indecent lowball outrageous ribald uncouth x-rated animalistic, carnal, feral, gonadal, immoral, kleptomaniacally misogynistic, narcissistic, opportunistic, pathetically reprehensible, torturously undervaluing, validating virility within Yankee Doodle, haply lambasting, proudly touting, vaunted wayfair zest.
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The above meandering stream of consciousness attempted to amplify, a recent spate of accusations figuratively slapped against a male sex mongers, who specifically rule roost, and blithely, demandingly, forcefully, hideously, impishly, killingly, malignantly, opprobriously, powerfully, repeatedly, terminally, vindictively, wantonly, yearningly acrimoniously belittle, demean flagrantly, harshly insinuate keeping mindful, not publicize rabid tawdry unwanted villainous withering zeal!
Forgive my lewdness,
Treasure chests are your breasts, mum...
Where found my peak milk.
DARKNESS, EMPTINESS, HOLLOWNESS, DESPAIR
WEAKNESS, LAZINESS, CARELESSNESS, GLARE
LONELINESS, AWKWARDNESS, SILLINESS, SHAME
PASSIONLESS, HOPELESSNESS, PAINFULNESS, STAIN
FEELING LESS, UGLINESS, SADNESS, DISGUST
SHAMELESSNESS, VAUNTED NESS, VALUELESS, MISTRUST
RUTHLESSNESS, HAUGHTINESS, BOASTFULNESS, PRIDE
DECEPTIVENESS, CAUSTIC NESS, FRIVOLOUS, STRIFE
CHAOTIC NESS, REBELLIOUS, RIOTOUS, EXTREME
LEWDNESS, LASCIVIOUSNESS, SELFISHNESS, SCHEME
DEGENERATIVE MAN
GOODNESS, LIGHTNESS, JOYFULNESS, GRACE
CLEANNESS, GUILTLESS, PAINLESS, FAITH
HAPPINESS, FULLNESS, PEACEFULNESS, SOUND
GROUNDED, STABLE, SECURITY, FOUND
EXUBERANCE, FULFILLMENT, UPLIFTED, LIGHT
WHOLENESS, HELPFULNESS, TOGETHERNESS, MIGHT
TRUTHFUL, MEANINGFUL, THANKFUL, REAL
ENLIGHTENED, RESCUED, REDEEMED, APPEAL
COLORFUL, BEAUTIFUL, VALUABLE, LIFE
WORTHINESS, HONORABLENESS, HOPEFULNESS, RIGHT
REGENERATED MAN
By the soul, and That which shaped it and inspired it
[with the capacity to distinguish between] lewdness and God-fearing,
prosperous is he who purifies it, and failed has he who seduces it.
(The Holy Quran 91:7-10)
Brothers love their sisters and remember
As the leaves of a tree called life are falling,
At one time apart and at another together,
There will sooner or later come a voice calling:
Injuries will heal and hence be forgotten
Lies will stumble, be found out and go down
Dreams will dovetail with good deeds and come true
Weapons invented and used against life will end
Birds and flowers will be set free of cages and fences
Innocence and Beauty will spring back and prosper
Tears in our sacred soil will be wiped out forever
Every scoffing built upon our falling is nothing
This tree of life is fruitful and has wonder and wonder.
Chokri Omri
I feel somber and distressed.
Life is unpredictable added with stress.
And yet, at times; daily life is monotonous.
Blithe indifference to anyones lewdness.
Feeling dysphoric laden with despair.
Trying to hang on; why should I care?
Dancing with intrusive thoughts of a permanent end.
Sinking in quicksand my mind slowly descends.
Really there is no rhyme; or no reason..
For my state of mind; of its own treason.
Fighting on the grounds of the "mental battlefield".
Dropping my guard; defenseless without my shield.
Taking another step in this muddle-headed land "mind".
Unexplainably made me feel somewhat repined.
Trapped in this existence and the next...
Why does this "reality" have to be so perplexed?
A troubled mind barters with trials and tribulations.
Always wondering aimlessly full of unanswered questions.
American Gentleman
He’s obsessed with Industry and Commerce:
He commemorates it by sniffing iron fillings,
Masticating rusty nuts and bolts and hooks
Which he then washes down
With a pint of crude oil!
Gas stirs Life in his impious Heart and Spirit:
He roast a steak of beef with a Cutting Torch
Slice bread and buns with a jagged Hacksaw
Then brushes russet dentures
With brass Wire Brush!
He’s a Lover of Ammunition and fast Guns
Smoking Pipe is a butt of an up-turned Pistol
Virginia Tobacco is laced with gun powder
That is force-filled in the void butt chamber...
He enjoys jerking by the recoil
Of exploding smoke!
He’s infatuated quite easily and quite deeply;
He then endeavours to arrest the lewdness
Donning rusty zinc or aluminium underwear
Yet, the vicinity has children
Who look like him!
He’s a Lover of Horses, bruited near and abroad
With which he employs strange experiments
To bestow him overzealous human children
Without “complaining” mothers
For endless war abroad!
Brave Conqueror, Vanquisher of fast renown
Who lives more in the wild abroad than Home
Rattling famished sabres and hungry swords
Carrying him round the World;
Ship, Plane and All!
Arriving at the Port from his interminable wars
Vaunted “Peacemaker” boots dripping gore
One of the ardent coteries whispers in his ear:
“Hearken to the lily-white Statue of Liberty!”
“I’m an American Gentleman,
“The French donated it!”
JM
21st Oct’ 2013
Love brings us into conception
In a crowd of thousands, perhaps millions, we are the one exception
Fate, as it may seem, sets forth our inception
Ending the three periods of darkness, life finally takes its unique direction
Entering the world knowing not much
Needfully learning, knowledge floats in front of us as our hands begin to clutch
Dangerous world takes us for a dangerous whirl, as the fires of life begin to touch
Soon growing larger, intricate, our lives take a turn
Everything changes from there
As our emotions begins to flare
Recognition of life and its dark affair
Lewdness, ignorance, materialism, as we are dared to stare into the eyes of the beast
Years of despair, as we search for care, we yearn for the final release
We look up into the stars of fate and destiny
We recognize that we are tiny in the face of eternity
We gaze in nature in search for serenity
We wait for shooting stars for our one wish so desperately
We take up faith in the Creator of All out of all necessity
The stages of life are like a completely different light
As our playtime becomes a violent fight
Juice boxes become the alcoholic trite
The pure and innocent are no longer polite
The sins of the book becomes stamped in all books
The smiles of exception become the smiles of deception
Men achieve their wealth by all means
Like a two headed animal eating the field of good and the evil field of sin
And as women become teens
They become harlots and strumpets selling their bodies with an unsure grin
We couldn't wait to grow up, but why?
We look up again at the hostile stars of fate and destiny
Seeking repentance for our upcoming trial and testimony