Best Molest Poems
i am here to let your words make love to me
i am here to bury my face deep in your poetry
to let your haiku
molest my naked body
shake me like a tree
can you read the want in my hips
for your metaphors and similes?
like an African lion in heat i long your letters
how they hug tightly only to entice my desire.
the child in me wants to explore, journey tender the skin
you wear. so don't leave me to play alone in the sandbox.
let me run the body of your work free.
ingest your verse and also grow wings.
you and i flying as one in a mad fancy.
then maybe send in my bed sheets - both single
with your personifications they'll jump rope
and after exercising go for a cup of hope
at the outdoor cafe where poets mingle
i am only here because your couplets are wooing me.
i want to glide - baby oil - body on body - chummy.
not compete but instead
massage your triolets,
fraternize with your sonnets.
your tanka rocks me
mountains baby smooth to climb
it's quite the challenge
one i'm willing to take on
you're the baby smooth i want
i'll ride your majestic rhymes
dream they'll settle for,
this my smiling core,
stay with me at bedtimes.
you - the poetess that defines my nights
i want you to know i climb every evening
towards the peak where your words spike.
i'll never be the poet you are, but
i have my hands and other parts
that could drive you to ecstasy.
.........you'll see it's my specialty.
01~01~2015
Armand
Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A
Contest Name: First poem of 2015
There are those engaged in pedagogy
To facilitate the drip... drip... drip
Of poison to accost a child's ear.
Maneuvering with glee and juicy decadence...
Sequestering all they say and hear.
Filled with righteous indignation
And a blind sanctification to their cause.
They pervert both judge and jury...
Twisting truth with sainted claws.
Under a veil of woeful ignorance...
They molest and kink impeccant minds.
When pressed to divulge their scribblings...
They graciously decline.
'You've not the right!' They blindly scream.
'Your fear and doubt is blatantly absurd.
We are gentle shepherds of our flock...
But you'll just have to take our word.'
For far too long we've abdicated our
Responsibility to these purveyors of disruption.
As they've repackaged long failed ideologies...
Fattening our children for destruction.
Nothing good comes from darkness
Except mushrooms and a willingness to deceive.
And proselytizing children like some fungi...
Seems unnecessarily naive.
These predators, race-baiters and gangsters
Are akin to an unruly cockroach in the night.
They happily go about their sordid business
Till someone dares to shine a light.
If you refuse to rise and shine that light...
Then we be back where this began.
But there are still foxes in the chicken-coop...
There be wolves among the lambs.
The End
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*Pedagogy: -the principles and methods of instruction.
-the activities of teaching.
When everyone goes east, he heads west
to him, every dialogue is a contest
comes into an interaction as the biggest
then leaves agonisingly as the lowest.
When he speaks, you know he is half-honest
even though he truly knows, but not near the best.
He always end up lost in the forest
this simple fact, he cannot digest.
The moment he shamefully fails the test
he begins to manifest
then becomes far from being modest
and everyone around him, he treats like unwanted guests.
Causing a general unrest
as he unnecessarily protest.
All over his countenance, ignorance crests
not accepting defeat, he holds high his egocentric chest.
Quick to make jest
but correction; he equates to incest
and disagreements, he always detest.
We all have the quest
to know and share the latest
so as to add value to ourselves and self-invest
which can be a cultivation to future harvest.
But knowing it all is impossible
and knowing half, believing to know all is ridiculous.
Admiting not to know it all is the fairest
but this is yet not comprehensible to him,
to whom; to know is like a conquest.
The wise keep quiet lest,
they cause him to become the tempest
and with every word, he neutralizes any palatable zest.
Oh poor child!
change or you'll suffer from everlasting molest
where no one wants to visit your nest
not because you are unblest
but cos of the truth of your infest
which now, is obviously clearest.
It is good to learn my child
and sharing is an attribute of Love.
But run away from half baked lines
or be humble enough to listen
while they become fully whole.
You were given two ears and one mouth
hence talk less and listen more
because an Ignoramus is always not far from becoming a fool!
Is There No Shame?
Watching as people go by is a joy I find
People, so many, of such different kind
Yet, over the years as time has past
Shame dissolves as morals die fast
Seduction has become a present fad
Casting away limits that we once had
Children dressed for lust as parents smile
While perverts in lust seek to molest a child
Butt cheeks hanging out for all to see
Advertising as to say, “ come take me”
Bellies and breasts revealed to behold
No regret as their whorish ways unfold
A young man’s hormones blazing in bliss
With opportunity arising to want of this
Unwanted pregnancies all over this world
While unloved babies into the trash
are hurled
Sex is glorified while marriage is not sacred
And those who abstain are mocked in hatred
Nakedness is uncovered to less than one’s underwear
If you dress different, you’re considered
a square
Right and wrong has not ever changed
Values are precious and not so strange
Morals are taught to keep us safe
Integrity is a result of everyday faith
A Lady in this world is hard to find
Who in our life time doth truly shine
Refusing to partake in this sinful shame
Protecting the reputation of her pure name
Gentlemen likewise have become very few
Watching their tongue and the things
they do
Honoring the women as such
precious jewels
Not being vulgar and stubborn like mules
Shameless are those with no self respect
Shameful when true modesty they reject
Shamefacedness is a trait of one’s virtue
Blushing redness reveals this trait so true
Give us those who will respect themselves
Not following the fad of everyone else
Who will break this mold of undue shame
Honoring the reputation of a good name
RAPE
You don’t know what is equality?
All you do only is showing brutality;
Never have you shame when you rape,
Or when you transform into sex tape;
You follow girl and molest,
No one needs you to give her body attest;
Your deeds are such great,
That even cops can’t change your fate;
Breeds of your in the society is harmful,
Respect the girl although she is/isn’t beautiful;
Imagine the day if God retaliates,
Improve the situation before it defoliates;
Any day you may also have to pay the price,
Do good, do right it’s the only advice;
Someone here is your mother, your sister,
You won’t like the crime happened with your daughter;
You say you love the most your wife,
Don’t fall to get a punisher’s life;
Carve your nature towards empathy,
Whom you raped can you give her sympathy;
Bury the demon existing and controlling you,
Get the degree of ethics one has to pursue.
The opal anchor clings, clutching, falling,
fetching the lapis lazuli. Mermaids flee,
frightened by the heavy ornament. Fate,
like chain links of Jacob Marley; shaking
of the seabed at the pounding of sin.
Gavel striking like a velociraptor storm.
Sand churns as if Scrooge is turning
in his bedclothes, his premonitory bed.
Sapphire eyes suffer the crashing. Abode
of ponderous tales, predilection of sharp
shadows, darting hither and thither,
reserved for the most heinous of beasts.
“The beast is dead,” speaks Amphitrite
Her children carol, “Ashes, ashes…”
They dare not speak the scathing name
of molest and neglect, mutilated beyond
recognition. His fists forever incarcerated,
His face, food for the scavenger fish.
Mermaids remain innocent of such leers,
never drawing near to earthbound treachery.
The silk sense of security constantly tending
to their flesh. Tails fearlessly splashing.
~ ~ ~
But if anyone causes one of these little ones who believe in Me to stumble, it would be better for him to have a large millstone hung around his neck and to be drowned in the depths of the sea.
Matthew 18:6 BSB
a few years ago
i was walking from my car
to my apartment.
around the corner, i heard a skateboard
and sure enough, skateboy mcf*ckenstein
comes plowing around the corner.
the kid hit a rock or something and
beefed all over the sidewalk.
i approached him, and stated:
"if you vote for george w. bush,
he will molest your children."
now, almost thirty years later,
i am crouched beneath this mildew
enshrined bungalow,
curdling my teaspoons of
tequila.
if only skateboy mcf*ckenstein
had listened.
i don't think he was even old enough to vote.
such is the cruelty of fate.
God must be sleeping now as the dog dreams
He mumbles help me as he is thrown into the ring
As he is bitten his tears of hope cry
I was happy to run and my mothers paws
God must be sleeping now as the addict waits for her trick
She opens the car door and wonders where did I turn
Her Father drank and beat her Mother
I was happy kicking cans and hiding and seeking
God must be sleeping now as the mother stands the line
Waiting her chance to speak and get the dole
Her children screaming and no food or goodies
I was happy playing with dolls and doctor was my downfall
Allah must be sleeping as the Taliban beat the solo women
She cries for pity as the men strike her with the club
She wears the burqa and prays for America
I was happy playing in the fields with my brother
God must be sleeping as the old woman has her pocketbook snatched
Her social security money gone as the food she will eat
Sitting on the ground thinking and praying and no answer
She was happier even when her husband lay dying and alone
God must be sleeping as the Earth quakes and tsunami
The wave crashes over the homes of the unsuspecting
The wife being torn from her husbands arms never seen again
To death came to part and the happiness too
God slept on the seventh day as he was tired
The people constantly praying for his wonders
His world in ruins as mankind molest his children
He was happier when he walked the gardens of Eden
To the powers that be.
I've allowed you to view
my weakness like an
opportunity. Give school
children fatherless
babies, and preach their
nudity to the
congregation. Pagan
prostitute purchasing
pastor preaches to a
godless nation. Commit
adultery upon the body
of Christ and a ct
sinless. Thou shalt not
eat of the fruit of good
knowledge, lest thou be
skinless. Take a wrong
turn like Brenda and get
hit by a bullet train. Of
alcohol abuse, drug
addiction, and mental
strain. We don't live
under the same sun.
When you were
wealthy, my poverty
had already begun. You
got to university, I died
from hunger in Somalia.
Because of my skin, I've
become victim to
sickness, AIDS and
malaria. My protests
end in bloodshed
because of gunshots. If
we hungered not to
perish, we'd do nothing
to fill those empty pots.
String my wings with
the chords of your
swollen affection. Allow
your Jacobs to rule the
nation, they're the
masters of perfection.
Your nation of rapist
gay men has narrowed
the country's vision. You
sodomize my sisters in
your office,under cop
supervision. You molest
my brothers and torture
a nation. Kill my spirit
entirely, and resurrect
an evil nation.
Never forget where you came from,
As you walk in chains,and whips rain on your backs,
As you drag the chains,like beasts and dogs,
As you lie in cages,when the night falls,
As you are fed with leftovers,even that you fight for,
But remember that your mother bore and gave you life,
Remember that your land and colour gave you identity,
Never forget where you came from.
Hold on to life,you'll need every breath,
As you walk the hills,rocky and thorny bushes,
As you go down on your knees,to carry brutes on your backs,
Hold on to dear life,every step shall count,
As you tread the darkest forests,and walk the steepest terrains,
As you act as sacrificial lambs,to protect your masters-
Hold on..
Never forget where you came from.
When they bury you alive,
Remember the earth is your mother;
When they molest those of your blood,
Or act animal on you,
Remember the earth shall swallow them;
When they batter you for fun,
When they use you to satisfy their 'hunting',
Remember the earth watches your tears,
Never forget where you came from.
So like animals you match forth,
Keep on going like you're paid to survive;
As you sweat that of blood and tears as well,
Wipe them off and keep on going;
As you get exhausted and feel like quitting,
Drag yourself like it's good to live like this:
For a day shall come,and your legs shall be free,
A day shall come,you'll head these people,
A day shall come,you'll save those of your kind,
A day shall come,you'll regain to your kind,the lost glory
Never forget where you came from
I know a country,
With three set of citizens,
The rich,
The well fed slaves,
And the hungry free people.
I know a country,
Where graduates are jobless with buried hopes,
In this country, so many lies told are believed to be the truth,
Religious intolerance and extremism causes discrimination,
And there is over dependence on crude oil than agriculture, education and youth empowerment.
I know a country,
Where corruption, favouritism, tribalism are never against the law.
In this country, the educated ones work for the illiterates.
The government spends money in fighting terrorism,
But can not really feed the poor masses they are protecting.
I know a country,
There, during the time of accountability,
The administrative office would be set ablaze,
The financial records would be erased,
Even mysterious animals do swallow millions of money,
And nobody will say anything.
I know a country,
Where the security agencies molest and kill her citizens more than diseases,
In this country, fundamental human rights are abused and neglected,
Election is never free and fair,
Underdevelopment and embezzlement of public fund is the order of the day.
This country might be my motherland!
But I'm not really sure.
Today I squashed a slug.
He was not a bug.
He did not bite, tickle, buzz or otherwise molest me.
At best, he was the occasional plant nibbler who feasts on my weeds.
He was making his epic journey across my stoop in his dilated time.
I really feel he would of made it, but I may have drank too much wine.
An oyster without a shell, a mollusk with no sea, he had no rock to climb under, so instead was killed by me.
On this fading day I vow, no matter what, nor where, nor when, nor how.
I will never pour salt on another, never bait one more, never make a careless step out of my front door.
This will be the last slug I kill through any reckless act.
This is not just optimism, but a solid fact.
I was once crushed with plastic kindness on the brink of murder,
I knew it all along and watched you play the game real confidently
I saw the damage you thought you were doing to me,
As I listened to the sobbing and screaming of your rotting heart
Manipulative merry-go-round you are,
The marionettes chill in the frost of your control
You think you have mastered the human mind
But we are just watching you slowly . . . go. . .
Insane!!!!
Take a breath, take a shot, slaughter the sting!
Hit me with all your power,
The blisters will come slowly
The frost will melt away
Nightmare! Nightmare!
See the plastic eyes melt into red ire
The puppets have come to kill their sire
We’re smiling, we’re smiling
As you’re dying, dying!
We spent our time in vain with the attention whore you are,
Eying you like parasites, growing for the proper moment to move into your sores
Weak we are alone, but together vermin ascend to never-ending agonies
Bringing down your ignorant reign!
HAHA! What a mess you have become, oh master of malevolence!
We wait until you are all alone, when your followers have shrieked to your toes
We let you grow your strongest, we let you bicker, violate and molest
Pretending we are your sick, helpless bleeder feeders
But we are….
Your worst pain!!!!
Take a breath, take a shot, slaughter the sting!
Hit me with all your power,
The blisters will come slowly
The frost will melt away
Nightmare! Nightmare!
See the plastic eyes melt into red ire
The puppets have come to kill their sire
We’re smiling, we’re smiling
As you’re dying, dying!
I am now the Overlord of Overcome
See the diseases you have ignored
Grow, grow!
You wanted our souls,
Now you can never let go, GO!
Our strings have become stabbing blades,
Our oppression ever fades
Into the joy of your defeat!
The joy of your defeat!
Remember, I was your favorite marionette
And now I am your favorite regret
for under 10$ an hourly wage
you too can be the lucky one
who rides around on the back of a pungent & filthy green
garbage truck for ten hours a day
hopping off and then back on at a
breakneck pace
in order to empty those large cans
filled with all the disgusting refuse that one can imagine,
but did you know about the action adventure life that comes with
this
profession?
the garbage man sees all
starting at 4am,
he is often greeted by inebriated women in robes
stumbling out to molest them on their lawn
even if it has begun to rain---
the garbage man needs to jump off the back of the truck
quick like a bunny
when the truck slides too far to the side of the road on hard terrain
almost hitting traffic signs
(which might very well decapitate the garbage man in question)---
the garbage man finds all of the little erotic nothings
which people throw away in their trash
but which end up tearing open in the dumping &
it isn’t hard to find out the existing realities,
those old men with **** libraries that are purged biweekly or
those couples who are trying to save their sex lives by
incorporating
sex toys &
bondage apparatuses---
he can be greeted by those who do not pay their bills & whose
garbage does not get picked up
by loud profanity,
sometimes people will even throw things at him if they are so inclined.
he is out there heaving your waste come rain or shine
with the garbage reeking in the hot summer sun
or with his fingers & toes freezing in the winter---
he’s tramping through the snow banks
with his hands double-gloved &
no lunch break in sight
as the truck runs on a strict time schedule---
he’s out there
doing another job that you won’t do yourself,
making less money than you &
scrubbing off the remnants with lava soap.
Mom
So many words to say, so many things unspoken
where were you when all I needed was your love
and devotion?
To protect me from all the evil and darkness in this world
But instead, you decided to sacrifice your own little girl…
To be your husband’s play toy, to be touched inappropriately
yet whenever I told you, you didn’t want to flee.
Instead, you joined in and then it became three…
I was a child, what was I supposed to do?
I had no one to tell, because that person was supposed to be
YOU! You were the person I was supposed to tell those things to
whenever someone made fun of me, or took advantage of my body.
Instead, you decided that your husband was more important,
that you literally tainted our relationship
And you made it become potent!
How? What? And why?
Do you know what you did to me
made me want to die....
The torture of having to live with you every single day
but having no other choice because
I had no one to pay my way
Of getting out of that hellhole…
How is it that I can still think about someone I HATE so ing much?
I can’t stand you for everything you did, and for every time
You touched….me. You’re an evil horrible
human being, and you didn’t deserve to be loved.
But yet you were adored and loved by our whole family
except for those who truly know what you and Keat did to me.
You see Mom, your job as a mother was to
care for me, nurture me, love me
not abuse me, molest me, and let your husband have his way with me.
But even after ALL the f-ed up stuff you did,
strangely enough, you still raised a pretty awesome kid.
Yes, ME…that’s right, it is me.
Because the difference between you and I mother
Is this……….
You only cared what was in a man's pants, whereas I actually
care for, cherish, nurture, and love my children
with ALL of my heart.
Because if I EVER found out that someone did
to my kids, what you and your crappy husband did to me
They’d be buried 12 feet underground with a hole in their head.
But thank God, oh thank God, you’re already dead.
So now I will never have to worry about
my children growing up with you around,
because all you ever did was bring
everyone and everything down.
The only one true thing I could ever thank you for
is for giving me life, so I can raise my kids
to be better than both you and I.
Good Riddance and Goodbye.