Best Perdition Poems
The apostate looked out his window, and started to believe
As genuflecting pylons sent ramifications through the trees
Chaos questioned reason, hoping for an early plea
but the world was too far gone, so began the killing spree
The Crier rang his leper bell: “Our town’s a godless apparition”
Filling hearts with envy of a once-dreaded condition
Now the King prayed for calm, in a pagan act of contrition
After his son died at birth, he had proscribed all religion
Atheists came from all around, excommunication filled the air
Roots faced horizontal, trying to feed off despair
Anxious to leave town, fallen gargoyles block civic square
Steeplejacks grow disoriented, looking up at their disrepair
“That hole’s not deep enough,”winked the jester to the knave
He could never resist a shortcut, even digging his own grave
As the madness continued, hermits set fire each other’s caves
Shedding light on the void, by burning alive its willing slaves
With the apocalypse gathering pace, populations slowly died
Some genius came forward a real madman in disguise
Said, “We need a scapegoat—a martyr, an ultimate sacrifice”
He was crucified for being too clever; they much preferred no advice
And whilst writing this story, that apparently makes no sense
The queen was in her chambers, hanging herself from suspense
Children butcher themselves gaily, having learned how to fence
As for putting fear of God in us, the wicked come crawling to repent
At last when heaven reopened,
an eclipse tried darken that day
Never to see man overcast again,
sun went nova, boiling all life away…
POLITICIAN PERDITION
Do you find yourself analytical
When it comes to things political
Corpulent men in suits and ties
Cheat with promises and lies
With true intent we go to vote
To make choice of ass or goat
Labor, Nationals, Libs and Greens
Strut their stuff like Kings and Queens
Have you met an honest Pollie?
Show me one - I'll shout: By Gollie!
With their hands deep in our pockets
They send taxes up like rockets
The grass withers and crops die
For feed and water creatures cry
While there's water up on Mars
And in ‘swamp’s’ well plenished bars!
Trump - outsider - stands his ground
Trait in Pollies seldom found
He treats leaders, lords and Kings
Marionettes dangling on strings.
Never TelePrompt refined
Opens up and speaks his mind
Straight from heart and off the cuff
Uncut diamond in the rough
Mock his lack of history pure
Never going to be demure
He hits back at thrown insults
I care more for his results
So let’s give an admonition
To bog dwelling politicians
‘Had enough to fill your cup
Drink it down! Your time is up!’
THERE ARE THOSE OF US WHO ARE "IN' 'THE SON OF GOD" WHO IS "IN",GOD "THE CREATOR" AND SENT US A SAVIOR,AS "CREATOR"!!!! THERE ARE THOSE WHO ARE "IN",THE SON OF PERDITION",WHO HAVE LOST THEIR SOULS!!!! JUDGEMENT IS ALWAYS TEMPERED OR TENDERED WITH "MERCY" TO MAKE "JUSTICE " TRUE",AND THESE TRUE FACTS APPLY TO THOSE WHO ARE IN"THE SON OF GOD",AND "THOSE WHO ARE "IN", "THE SON OF PERDITION" TO LET US ALL REALIZE THAT "TRUE JUDGEMENT" IS ALWAYS TEMPERED,AND TENDERED WITH "MERCY",SO THAT TRUE "JUSTICE" CAN ,AND WILL BE DELIVERED TO "FORCE""JUSTICE ITSELF" TO BE "JUST",AND "TRUE"!!JUSTICE IS IN"IN" "IN" GOD!!! JUSTICE ITSELF COMES OUT OF "GOD"!JUSTICE COMES OUT OF GOD TO DO "JUSTICE"! THE HOLY SPIRIT IS "IN" GOD! THE HOLY SPIRIT COMES "OUT" OF GOD,SO THAT WE CAN REALIZE WHO "THE HOLY SPIRIT" IS" THAT CAME OUT OF "THE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY"! THE HOLY SPIRIT IS IN GOD,AND COMES FROM WITHIN GOD,AND OUT OF GOD TO US ALL WHO WILL RECEIVE!!! WHAT DOES IT PROFIT A MAN OR WOMAN TO TRY AND GAIN THE WORLD AND LOOSE HIS OR HER SOUL? THEY ARE THOSE WHO ARE THE LOST "SOULS" TO "PERDITION"!!!!! LET US LOVE. DO NOT BE AFRAID OF LOVING TOO MUCH. LOVE IS THE FULFILLING OF THE LAW. LET US STRIVE TO BE IN "GOD"!!! "TO BE " IN "GOD" IS "TO BE ""IN HEAVEN"!! JESUS CHRIST IS "IN" GOD,"THE FATHER" AND "THE FATHER" IS "IN" "HEAVEN" ,AND BEING IN "THE FATHER" IS "TO BE" WHERE JESUS CHRIST IS IN "THE FATHER ,AND THE FATHER IS IN "HEAVEN",AND "HEAVEN" IS TO BE IN THE FATHER,AND THAT IS WHERE "HEAVEN IS"!!!! TO BE "IN" "THE SON OF PERDITION"IS "TO BE" "IN " HELL!!!! THE "CREATOR GOD" "CREATED"HEAVEN" WHERE HE IS,AND "CREATED" HELL"!!! THE SON OF PERDITION IS NOT IN "HEAVEN" WITH GOD!!!!! WE HAVE HEARD THE SAYING THAT "I ONCE WAS LOST BUT NOW I AM FOUND"! THE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY CAN TAKE US OUT OF HELL ITSELF ,BECAUSE HE CREATED IT! GOD CREATED "ALL THINGS"!!! CAN I GET A WITTNESS? PRAISE THE LORD. ALL GLORY TO GOD THE FATHER.IN JESUS CHRIST NAME WE PRAY WHO IS IN "HEAVEN" WE PRAY. AMEN .WHERE SO EVER YOU ARE I LOVE YOU;WHERE SO EVER I AM BELOW,OR ELSE ABOVE YOU;WHERE SO EVER YOU ARE MY HEART SHALL TRUELY LOVE YOU. LOVE IS THE "ONLY" THING THAT "PAYS" FOR "BIRTH",OR MAKES "DEATH" "WELCOME"!!!!!
Less than twenty-four hours after dashing off a poem
explaining why i wanted to die
found me experiencing physical duress vis a vis,
a bowel movement wherein waste unable to expel
from the anus of this guy
which bout with rectal obstruction
found me doubled over with lower abdominal distress
whereby comfort found me unable to lie
down nor sit upright (with back padded with pillows
against the cellar brick wall),
thus severe bloating a bonus well nigh
and managed to muster the means to bare
frigid arctic vortex aire to purchase
the Acme brand Metamucil, which akin to Drano doth ply
thru the excretory tract supposedly loosening the stools,
which optimism (product didst earn claim to fame) generated a sigh
if that expressed intent to cease LivingSocial would try
humph enjoining this lvii year old married male
to cede victory to the grim reaper, who would vie
as winner de jure to this common fellow invoking libretto
ohm resistant understudy waste not want not
allowing, enabling and providing relief,
without successful defecation
despite the oppressive urge to bolster this Uriah
heap of balled up and tuckered out five foot and ten inches of lovely bones
thence mouthing retraction of former thought to cease existing
though a non-bull lever in any power broker qua mankind
relief at long last provided posterior answered prayer
yet, this scrivener scrutinizes his recurring pain in the ass jagged torture
and asks a rhetorical one word question "WHY"?
In tears that feign to be a slave with deeds
That mourn my life and ousts the face of peace
These sad bells ring with cries for now I grieve
And bow my head because I cannot cease
I choose the weight of ton and gloom of ache
To lay in watch to mark the clock rush slow
The pang of rail, the strike of steel to take
With one foot in the pit of grave songs woe
The sun has but to trade the dark to light
But lost and fixed its loft clings far too high
As cold and cloud have barred such smiles from sight
To breach this heart so meek with sad lost cries
Bound and caged it has penned my last good bye
To spare this heart in dread to spurn or die
December 28, 2020
Addiction Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Rob Levasseur
N/A 1-18-1021
The apostate looked out his window,
and started to believe
As genuflecting pylons,
sent ramifications through the trees
Chaos looked at reason,
was it about to make a plea
I see Satan’s raising an army
or so the nihilists agreed
The Crier rang his Leper bell,
‘our town’s a Godless apparition’
Least he filled hearts with envy,
of a once dreaded condition
Now the King prayed for calm,
in another pagan act of contrition
After his son died at birth,
he had proscribed all religion
Atheists came from all around,
excommunication filled the air
Roots now faced horizontal,
trying to feed off despair
Anxious to leave town,
random leaves block civic square
And steeplejacks are disorientated,
from neglecting their repairs
That hole’s not deep enough,
winked the piper to the knave
He could never resist a shortcut,
even digging his own grave
But the madness continued,
hermits set fire each other’s caves
Shedding light on the void,
by burning alive it’s willing slaves
And as the apocalypse gathered pace,
populations slowly died
Some genius came forward,
a real madman in disguise
Said we need a scapegoat,
a dimwit, an ultimate sacrifice
He was crucified for being too clever,
they much preferred no advice
And whilst writing this story,
that apparently makes no sense
The Queen was in her chambers,
hanging herself from suspense
Children butcher themselves gaily,
having learned how to fence
As for putting the fear of God into us,
the wicked come crawling to repent
So finally when heaven reopened,
a total eclipse tried darken that day
Never to see man overshadowed again,
Sun went nova, vaporising all life away
By
David Kavanagh
With the advent of those with devious intent
To serve own greed, a heaven torn apart
A shift into darkness, perpetual, distend
A vendetta, to burn through generations, sparked
Once bound by the seal of love, of empathy
A Cultivation that boasted of intrinsic diversity
This brotherhood that cherished in peace and harmony
Now thirsts for blood, in the name of vanity
Induced upon us, an obstinate ferocity
A misbegotten hunger that fuels our rage
Bequeathed down ages, a curse upon humanity
Blinded of reason, unleashed carnage
We seek serenity in slaughter of our own
And devastate families to satiate our yearns
Our cause, to us, still remains unknown
Yet, the desire to kill, back home returns
Denial to this order is yet to be witnessed
Divided, we fall, do you not understand
The faith, the legacy, and the strength we harness
Whatever the odds, united, we stand
Shall I best through tides and deny the inclined
Or succumb to the norms of the wretched fraternity
To be a man of purpose, an enlightened mind
Or be a conscript of havoc, doomed for eternity
By Muhammad Hussain Effendi
A life on ships, a–sailing
A–rolling on the sea
Misspent days and misspent nights
Ol' Davey Jones and me
A wayward list, to starboard, boys
A leeward tack we found
We'll spend our days on the briny sea
And our coin in the Holy Ground
From first light, in the morning
I'm a willing Galley slave
Til well past evening, falling
From the cradle to the grave
The cabin boy, a-wailing
As we rounded, on the Horn
With half the crew, a-bailing
Wishing, they were never born
The pastors on his knees
In the throes of his contrition
While the rum, it flows with ease
On the road to our perdition
Six months, or more at sea, boys
On the mighty ocean swell
Til we chart our way back home, boys
And we'll drink our way, to Hell
A life on ships, a–sailing
A–rolling on the sea
Misspent days and misspent nights
Ol' Davey Jones and me
A wayward list, to starboard, boys
A leeward tack we found
We'll spend our days on the briny sea
And our coin in the Holy Ground
Though, drunken to the scuppers
Awakened on the foam
The merchant ship, 'Perdition'
I happily call my home
And when the cargo's lightened
And we're journeyed, homeward bound
With cheery hearts, and ocean charts
We'll reach, Cork harbour sound
We'll cry, with tears of laughter
Til we're so full of cheer
We'll raise the ale-house rafters
With whiskey, rum and beer
Though masters on the water
We're hopeless, while ashore
And when our purses empty, boys
We'll go to sea for more
A life on ships, a–sailing
A–rolling on the sea
Misspent days and misspent nights
Ol' Davey Jones and me
A wayward list, to starboard, boys
A leeward tack we found
We'll spend our days on the briny sea
And our coin in the Holy Ground
Doomed,
grotesque,
decaying
corpses ~ swollen,
swarming with maggots,
emit agonizing
screams while Hell claims their damned souls.
Mangled bodies gasp their last breath.
Bloody corpses hang, blackened ~ pus-filled.
Vile laughter echoes: Satan reigns supreme.
God’s light shines down on me ~ shows me the way.
When I kneel to pray, He sends down hope
to fill my soul ~ grateful, healed, whole.
Love glows bright through dark of night.
Heaven’s choir of angels
join ’round the faithful.
God’s love’s in sight.
Salvation’s
promise…
saved.
Sponsor: Poet ~ Destroyer
Contest Name: To Hell and Back ((2 half poem with opposite meanings))
The poetry form, Etheree, consists of 10 lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 syllables. Etheree can also be reversed and written 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.
I've feasted with killers and fasted with kings
I've been naked and hungry
I've worn diamonds and rings
I've done deeds of desperation where the crooked do their crimes
I've been to Perdition on up to Paradise
I've been up to Heaven and I've been down in Hell
In the valley of vultures I stumbled and fell
I ran with risk takers until I had to drop the dice
I've been to Perdition on up to Paradise
I've been the sad sinner and I've been the mad saint
I've worn razor blade crucifixes made of self righteous rage
Once asleep in a grave now awakened I arise
I've been to Perdition on up to Paradise
I take it from the top and bring it back to the bottom
I roll with prophets of pain who have long been forgotten
I slip through the spotlight
I disappear into forever...into that neverending night
I've been to Perdition on up to Paradise
The faith in me has been a victim of my soul's strife,
To the God above us full with life,
I am no longer an optimist when it comes to my fate,
Destiny and freewill do not matter to me anymore as of late.
To my brothers and sisters who have fallen to a certain degree,
Everything has broken us but we're still here hoping for God to answer our plea,
So I must say to you all that our freewill is bound to us,
Be damned by our sins till we be turned to dust.
Our mortality is what makes us what we are,
Like every detail of our past drags us down even from afar,
Lies have submitted me to my past perdition,
Every drop of blood I see now is a memory of my past mission.
Distancing does aid
To hide a veil of shame
Compartmentalize the sheep
To lull the wake to sleep
Unearthed the fled play dumb
Circumvention follows through
Big brother saves a piece
To call on those that eat the food
Take your shot or hit the road
When then will they stop the show?
For now the bitter wait
Knowing they'll control their fate
Common sense points to the past
This repeat came round so fast
The tree of liberty wilts and thirsts
Scornfully demanding it's great sacrifice
Steadfast the brave come clean
The upright seeming evil to the dim
Can't bargain with these fools
Common core has warped the fiends
Bears of Red just want your will
Stolen choices rot the soul
Taking aim against humanity
This great country will not fall prey
The devil's children of perdition led so far astray....
The Man is lying naked.
This filthy pavement is his abode.
The Man is emaciated and famishing.
And he never begs for alms,
Proud and conceited.
The road is busier than ever.
No one takes interest in him.
No one catches a glimpse at him.
And a few feign not having seen him at all.
The time fleets on, the cars move on,
The Man is lying naked.
At the first blush, far from being a beggar
Is the Man.
He is well-complexioned with big glamorous eyes.
His face is sleek and his hair shines against
The lustrous sunbeams.
His eyes are gleeful, but mournful is his heart.
Penniless though, his craving for gold is sheer.
He ogles at the gold brought by the people around.
But he never begs for alms,
Proud and conceited.
Then someone nears him and asks who he is.
After much vacillation, he dismisses his taciturnity.
“Mankind is my name”, he replies.
The time fleets on, the cars move on,
The Man is lying naked.
Rollin' thru the 'hood
in his signature gangsta lean
Ridin' dirty with a Mag clip,
blowin' out his favorite Tupac scheme
Poetic justice he never liked,
his 9-mil wrote his Caesar Palace demise own
Raised on a rough road ---
Hell was always gonna be his retirement home
He embraced the thug life,
he pushed white powdered dreams
After he took everything you had,
he kicked you to the curb like you were trash
If you came back to him wanting more,
he'd tell you it's not like it was before
His advice to you was to get pissy mad,
then do what you got to do, and start breaking bad
He loved to cheat and lie,
he loved being a wise guy
He loved tossin' the bones,
he loved giving you the jones
He loved the do or die,
he loved sending you to the bye and bye
He loved to spray the ammunition,
he loved drivin' down the road to perdition
He raised his kids to be like him,
to never show anyone any mercy
Said if they every had to work a prison clock,
they'd be the ones ruling the cell block
He told 'em to feast on the weak,
and to permanently cripple the strong
He said never ever be on your knees
begging and pleading for sympathy
He taught 'em to love to cheat and lie,
taught 'em how to be a streetwise guy
Taught 'em to love to toss the bones,
taught 'em how to give you the drug jones
He taught 'em to love to do or die,
taught 'em how to send you to the bye and bye
Taught 'em to love to spray the ammunition,
taking a few more with him down the road to perdition
Imagine: hearing the scraping as nails harsh against, their walls
Creche preludes sensing this foreboding; crawling, past these veins ?
Sanctum sanctorum and macabre's, man-of-war his abomination peering
Stepping-stone hallucinations; intuitive marked it's beast ? Ancient's, six'pence....
Monere, a child's eyes prophetic tides omega: hideous, standing where they ought not.