Best Orgies Poems

O, 
how I swoon
in the ruby bliss of your sunset kiss -
your vibrant rays of maturity arouses my fire; 
touching me with urgent rapture,
saturating me 
in sparkles of champagne light - then,
streaming through me in bold shafts of gold.

We embrace 
in the broadening bloom of...

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The whole world seems to have gone mad
For the foundations are being destroyed
Evil is called right and good is called bad
Drunken orgies the rage and godliness devoid

Surely His coming must be very near
And this message proclaim every seer
Shootings stabbings killings hearts in fear
Yet many live...

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It's about taking one day at a time
Feel the air, summertime or wintertime

Righteousness and heavenly glory
not in humiliation, shame or orgies

Cruises to the Caribbean are not my choice
in harmony with nature all will rejoice

For a believer, there is nothing that disturbs
God's word is true because...

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It was September 
Of one thousand 
Nine hundred seven
The end of summer
With apples lying thickly
Under the apple trees
And the smell of Autumn
Covering the grass
Filled with ripe yellow
And orange squash
He was born in a little
Wooden house that night
At the very edge
Of a very small village
At the...

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I wear a toga bigger than the life I live
I know who I am so I scream aloud, clear
My name means unlimited abundance
Cultivating the earth is a blessed calling
Transcending generations even unborn 
For man, food must be, for life must be
I know who I am,...

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FORGIVE ME THAT I HAVEN'T BEEN THROUGH THIS WHOLE SEX THING,
DON'T KNOW OF THESE ORGIES OR  THE BACUS PARTIES,
DON'T KNOW OF SOME OTHER WOMAN'S CURVES,
OF SOME OTHER SCENT, EITHER STRONG OR WEAK,
DON'T KNOW OF THE WETNESS OF SOME OTHER VAGINA,
NOT ABOUT TWO MEN IN...

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 f, O, r 
 g, I, v 
 e, N, s 

FIRE!
SENSES on fire
For Sins


Forgiven
O Risen One
Forgive sins 
Forgive foreigners
Fine roses for forgiven
Fires for forgiveness
No envies, rivenness
No "Ins" vs. "foreigners"

SEVEN SIGNS
SING SONGS
On FORGIVENESS

Sin is forgiven 
foreigner never goes for reign of sin
Forging "IRENE" even...

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THE SHUNS OF LIFE
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS


This poor bloated woman, after nine months of inflamation
Dropped me off at the maternity ward, a brand new creation
She ejected me without a second thought or hesitation
Unburdening her of guilt and pain and utter frustration
Being slapped from the, git go,...

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1st amendment atrocities
Secondary nature

Pound for pound
They scream above holy lungs
Of righteous contradictions

As humanity continues to dry-hump “social” media,
Their sedentary psychiatrist

Judgmental lip smacks
Chapped from the arrogant vowels
They spit
Another syllabic lyric
Within our home of the “free”

Our 50 stars become 50 irrational assault rifles
In order to become bullet...

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In that haunted house by the hill 
where nobody now dares to dwell 
abides an spirit of such evil 
so great for you or me to get near 

So long ago in the days of yore 
a well-to-do family lived there 
their soul fed it...

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Truly how blessed are we not to bow to the barbaric chivalry
Of emperors and kings’  in raging insanity
Historical madness runs in the house of Caesars

Considered great, ruler of lands and seas
The house of Caesar wrought constant battles and
Incestuous orgies
Leprous Tiberius crucified thousands under his...

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My Lords an adjournment is 
Called for...
All my retire;
But holding foremost in your
Thoughts,
I beseech ye,
Thee impudent countenance of
This most ardent denier.
Therefore heed me,
I caution all ye present,
Thou shall not disband;
Moreover, to reassemble at any
Sudden instance 
Of insistent and uncontested 
Demand.

So prepare ye to soar, Meretrix,...

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The Cowardice of the Taliban and The Silence of The Good Muslims.


When hot lead tears the flesh of a 14 year old girl,

ripping through her skull,
leaving her to bleed out and die,

does Allah not recoil in horror,

to see His child whimper,
to see His daughter cry.

Where...

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The Bohemian Grove

There is a place in San Francisco called the Bohemian Grove. It’s a boy’s club you might say. But when is the last time you saw boys offer sacrifices to Lucifer and burn bodies at the stake in honor of their loyalty to...

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To know you're destined to write poetry, I think a poet needs to find a meaning to his or her own life in everything they see, read or hear. Be it simply opinion, or great revelation. Since I was around 12, I've loved Kerouac's On...

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