Best Perversions Poems
There is a proverbial hypocrisy to
'See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil'
when sinister perversions,
lurk behind closed doors,
contained inside four walls.
What is a sin and what is not,
is in the eye of perception,
but within the pretense
of immorality and deception,
so much is lost in silence
yet it is the tormented who suffer,
when innocence is aborted.
Tongues are timid with trepidation,
afraid of the resulting violence.
Daily thoughts contorted,
they walk among us -
abused, broken, forgotten, misguided.
Like elevators moving up and down,
until you push the wrong buttons -
then all passengers are refused.
In silent sins, evil shame grins,
at those with bandaged hearts,
slowly ageing into stone,
as sadistic oppression wins.
Faces that I have seen,
strangers in their own homes,
struggling to belong in society,
a rejected and dejected priority.
We all seek flourishing green pastures,
a place some have never been.
Some try to run away further than before,
but each trap leads to another trapdoor.
There is an art to suffering,
in darkness you can't see hope -
too much is lost in secret silent sins.
Mizaru open your eyes.
Kikazaru, open your ears.
Iwazaru, open your mouth.
The Silent One
30 October 2020
Categories:
perversions, abuse, betrayal, sin,
Form:
Free verse
I have been a Christian for many years,
Hiding behind the mad poet has drenched me with tears
For I am a sinner the chief of them all
Writing poetry that has made me feel appalled
I have coveted, lied, hated and stole
Indulged in adultery with an innocent sole
I have broken my family, and now live in separate homes
While writing perversions of my conquests in poems
The thing that worries me, is that I feel nothing at all
This is what scares Sidney. C Hall
I see the ten commandments almost all broken
Save for killing no words of remorse that are spoken
Am I destined to a life burning in hell?
As part of the masses with speeches that make heads swell
Denying God and not seeking his Grace
Awaiting the day to say “I have no excuse,” to his face
Or believing a lie that there is no forgiveness
And just going along my ungodly business
Ladies and Gentleman my soul is in turmoil
Sin runs through my veins causing my blood to boil
I say to myself Sid you need to change,
Then the next minute something take me out of range
But I feel nothing, so how can this scare me
If I feel nothing , why is fear in hell, I see
Could this be God preparing my final years
I hope and pray soaked in tears
Categories:
perversions, faith, forgiveness, hope, life,
Form:
Rhyme
He sang sweet songs, sweet needle point lullabies
His eyes were crystalized, their awestruck blackness ate me whole
I stayed mesmerized by his carelessness and smooth complexion
He spit ease and promised comfort
His perversions helped to define me
He fed off the helpless story my eyes told
Like a rat chewing holes in already worn socks
The deeper the needle dug, the closer we became
2 more strangers brought together by a spoonful of pretty crystal flakes,
Praying for something better
The dope trampled through our veins, fusing us together
I take the shot and let it break me to pieces
I become fragments, collaged together to make one unnecessary disaster
I am legs. I am eyes. I am lips. I am warmth. I am sultry. I am body language.
I am delirium. I am carelessness.
I am 37 flavors of wreckage
I am the thrust in his hips and the look in his eyes. I am property.
I am the dope sack and the remains left behind
I am just weight on the mattress
I am another girl on another motel bathroom floor
I am the holes in my arms
I am confined, super glued to a picture of a drug addicted whore
Yet, I still believe I am endless
I stay paralyzed in this moment, in my fear of a better way
In this ecstasy
I stay paralyzed in my regrets, in my remembrance of all things lost
In all the moments I lost my control in an empty dope bag
It wraps around me like lights on Christmas tree
My bad decisions and remorse surround me
In a cheap motel room with broken windows and a broken tv
It breathes in my heartbreak and exhales my defeat
I am alone but my broken parts fit right in
The sticky windows separate us from daily life
This is a place of isolation, not escape
The morning sun doesn’t shine on us
We’re just chasing after freedom in the wrong place,
Singing our needle point lullaby.
Categories:
perversions, addiction, dark, drug, sad,
Form:
Hallelujah, born again
chapels scheming, mankind reeling
in holy water's baptism of wizardly elixir
postulating an all consuming reverence,
rejuvenated myths of deiform fears
as reinvented nature flows in
lickety split's Latin discombobulation
Aggrandizement randomly written
in santuary's intensly scripted blather
increasing histrionics' translations,
'pon bled origins' of original sin
Amen's passed the poison apple mid shrines'
overflowing baskets of coined redemption
Tilt, you go to that fantasy in the sky
Hallelujah, born again
wherefrom archangels' herald lightworks,
otherwise Beelzebub will gladly impose
his heated grasp in welcoming you warmly
to a dark side of the fried fray,
difference in ashes' revival supposedly
are prayer & the almighty dollar,
naught to do with compassion & good will towards men,
ailing old frail women nor starving children,
falling prey to greener hard currency's salivating salvation
priestly entitled behaviors' disconcertingly repugnance,
who knew...gospel's chapter & functional verse
could be so dastardly rendered in man's
higher power of accommodated perversions
Categories:
perversions, abuse, analogy, baptism, corruption,
Form:
Free verse
we think
everyone’s goal
in life
is to be happy
i don’t understand it
but for some people
it’s all about power
or just being right
really it’s about
what makes
them
happy
we have different
definitions of
what happiness is
and we’re always
surprised when
theirs differ from ours
for some
it’s to be proven smarter
crushing one’s opponents
shopping till you drop
quietly reading in a corner
eating till you burst
making money no matter how
stockpiling mountains of savings
disrespecting lower class
barking orders
abusing the weak
badmouthing loved ones
pursuit of one’s perversions
living for one’s children
pumping iron all day long
the thrill of the chase
the high of the adventure…
our happiness is what drives us all
in our very idiosyncratic ways
AP: Honorable Mention 2021, 3rd place 2021
Posted on November 7, 2018
Categories:
perversions, fun, happiness, introspection, meaningful,
Form:
Free verse
September 10 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Ezekiel 37-39
Key Verse – Ezekiel 37:6 And I will lay sinews upon you, and will bring up flesh upon you, and cover you with skin, and put breath in you, and ye shall live; and ye shall know that I am the LORD.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR PUTTING BREATH IN US
Praise be to God for putting breath in us to:
Redeem us by His grace along His mercy
Refresh us with His goodness and might
Restore us toward His guarded molding
Revitalize us against grievous misery
Revive us for grand ministry
Ezekiel 38:23 Praise be to the Lord for magnifying Himself:
Manifesting His majesty and magnificence
Melting our masks of mythical mentality
Mentoring over our mobility’s motives
Mounting toward His miracles
Monitoring our morality
Ezekiel 39:13 Praise be to the Saviour for
inspiring us to glorify Him against:
Polluting problems
Prideful perversions
Propelling powerlessness
Purposefulness’ proddings
Preferences presenting no peace. Amen!
September 10, 2024
Categories:
perversions, bible, blessing, christian, faith,
Form:
Alliteration
Morals, Morality and Ethical Direction…
We often hear of morals, morality and ethical direction.
What they mean, I suppose, is “one’s discretion.”
Very seldom, is anything from the Bible being heard.
Why obey God’s commandments? Why, that’s absurd!
Many claim, that as adults, just about anything is “o.k.”
As long as you don’t do what they do, but what they say!
Many are “bombarded” with sexual type of temptations…
Often leading many to get into perverse addictions!
We set up boards of people to try to be “ethically clean.”
When it comes down to it…
What does this really mean?
Can a person be totally immoral, but 100% ethical?’
Does this, in some way, seem kind of “heretical?”
Why believe in God? He’s been ruled
“unconstitutional.”
While many listen to the news,
which is often “delusional!”
We hear of perversions, that are often “glorified.”
Do we hear of those wanting
to be Godly sanctified?
If you’re confused, and need some kind of spiritual guide!
Look to God’s word! He has nothing to hide!
The kind of morality and ethics that you’ll ever need…
Can be found in the Bible! Open it and read!
Why not read from Genesis through Revelation?
We can all find what we need! Across our nation!
God and his word give us a true moral compass for living!
His life for our own lives, is what he’s freely giving!
Won’t you come to Jesus for godly direction today?
He is here! And wants to help you find HIS way!
By Jim Pemberton
Categories:
perversions, christian, confusion, dedication, depression,
Form:
Rhyme
The Perfectionist is Listening
the rich are committing suicide
and taking us with them
the prosthetic limbed bastards
Fort Darwin tottering on fewer stilts
once the masters of the universe
presently picking through garbage
looking for an Icarus to pilot
some way back among the clouds
their telepathic goon squads
armed with the hard on of God
squat in the darkness of doorways
lightning strikes all around
even their machines were clairvoyant
several thousand watts went up my leg
shorting out the only attention span I own
left me perforated but not lacy
wearing all my masks all the time
fragments of self are selves
in a bulemic deconstruction
where form and content
mud wrestle incessantly for attention
on the crazy train to 3 color hell
the protagonists the antagonists
fornicators masturbators liquidators
pariahs and unlicensed poets
preaching hellstone and brimfire
apparently the ancient gods still rule
in their madhouse heaven
petulant and stupid gods
thought their figures included all the angles
sword point conversions gun point perversions
now their carcasses are steppingstones
what quirk of an infinite being
makes this burning plague village
of a planet so alone and necessary
of course none of this is protection
it's psywar out there kids
better find where they hid your dossier
mesmerized of the world unite
you have nothing to lose
but your failed methods of addressing reality
said his twisting tongue
struggling for ratings like any media
the soul cannot erase it can only go sightless
a phantom trapped in melancholy
when we were built to dance
with the twinkling stars
he finally learned to undestroy memory
being an ascended master of non sequitur
carried aloft in the arms of Mother Goose
his metabolic hurricane of why
an inferno of intrigue and superstition
our embryo-headed UFO ruling class
have me inside their fence of skulls
an investment in diagram futures
the idiots
From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon
Artist Portfolio: http://walteralter.byethost32.com/
Categories:
perversions, slam, universe,
Form:
Free verse
Pigs with wings
Woman with no rights
Allah strikes
behead the servants
Who pray tell imprisons children?
King Abdullah, King of chauvinists
If a King sings his command
Women are dirt less than sand
The kingdom dances
Princesses dream and scream
Of days, where freedom rains
Washing away Saudi perversions
When you visit a Saudi king
I ask you, really, do not bow
Slap the old goat in the face
If dead spit on grave
Categories:
perversions, black african american, slavery,
Form:
Light Verse
If I were to venture a sports analogy,
I'd say life most resembles baseball spiritually.
We spend eons preparing in the dugout,
Then nervously strut out to take our time at bat.
The rival coach directing our adversaries
Is the Father Of Lies and man's false philosophies.
His goal is to prevent us from reaching home plate safely.
His team's minions outnumber us near-infinitely.
The rival pitcher has icy practiced steel-like nerves,
And he's struck out many with foul spitballs and curves.
He pitches things like sloth, envy, greed, media idolatry,
Addictions, “Pro Choice”, perversions, **** and other immorality.
Our beloved Coach whispers to us from the dugout.
HE famously scored grand slams when HE went to bat.
If we listen to Our Coach, and with spirit swing fast and hard,
We'll knock those pitcher’s balls clean out of the yard.
HE knows we won’t always hit solid homers,
So HE doesn’t expect us to succeed just as loners.
We might on our swing just make it to first base,
But the team batters behind us can help us reach home base.
Even though the adversary’s minions outnumber us,
Only our choices will allow them to defeat us.
So with our Coach and team we must stand up,
When the Great Umpire of all calls “Batter Up!”.
Categories:
perversions, allegory, analogy, baseball, christian,
Form:
Quatrain
Pedophile
On the prowl
Waiting for his next victim
Silent and foul
Perversions
© Stacy Lynn Stiles
Categories:
perversions, education, introspection, life, sad,
Form:
Someone Asked Me About Marriage…
Someone asked me about marriage, as a matter of fact…
I thought; “what kind of questions is that?”
“Let me ask a questions… If I may?”
“Do you read what the God’s word has to say?”
Marriage is still and will always be one woman and man.
I don’t care how many laws we have in our land!
No matter if many churches and people claim; “civil rights.”
Anything different than a man and woman is NOT right!”
The first chapter of Romans makes it pretty clear…
The days of wickedness have drawn ever near!
God’s wrath revealed against all ungodly living!
Think about the garbage our country is giving!
It speaks of men and women leaving their natural affection.
Burning in lust toward one another
with an ungodly attention!
For this cause God has given many over to a reprobate mind…
Many get involved with perversions of many kinds!
Professing themselves to be wise, many have become “fools.”
By not obeying God’s word… But their own “set of rules.”
Marriage is something designed many years ago.
It was Adam and Eve in the beginning… This we know!
My question to you is: “Why not give God a chance?”
His truth remains the same! Whatever the circumstance!
No court of law can change what God has established!
Everything that’s not of God is simply a lot of “rubbish.”
Jesus is coming back for a bride without “a wrinkle or a spot.”
It’s time we come clean and become
“blood bought!”
Being the bride of Christ is the most important thing!
He is the bridegroom and eternal love he brings!
By Jim Pemberton
Categories:
perversions, america, confusion, culture, faith,
Form:
Rhyme
You were born in a war ravaged state
You lost your man to the caprices of fate
You fell prey to your wayward ways
Victims of betrayal, greed or circumstances
You were drowned in the tide of darkness
Depraved incidents of forced sex and perversions
Rooted in carnal desires and unsated frustrations
The fleshpots in town frowned upon as receptacles of sin
Wisdom of society’s views wearing very thin
Thwarting those in heat from living out their dream
Objects of titillation and subjected to derision
Unfortunately placed or forced in a profession
Reckoned as the world’s oldest
Harlots you are, courtesans at best
Buffers to man’s baser side without respite or rest
Mistress to royalty or a gangster’s moll
You’ve mastered the act of a defenceless doll
Apparently enjoying the bizarre and the extraordinary
But behind this masquerade is the quintessential mercenary
Pandering only to the philandering of the paying strata of humanity
You frequent raunchy night-clubs and sleazy bars
Walk the streets and lurk around dark corners
You are often just a number in the telephone directory
Or recommended for unusual skills, honed to a speciality
But you seldom blackmail, reflecting your innate nobility
Possibly you booze to drown your pain
And get your high on heroin and cocaine
You are accused of ruining marital ties
And of driving your lovers to a life of vice
Who squander fortunes, just affording your price
Hail lady of the night
Only death can release you from your sordid plight
You are the paramour without the strings of a wife
You are the reprieve from loneliness and strife
But alas, you suffer damnation in your earthly life
Categories:
perversions, social, sympathy, tribute,
Form:
Rhyme
If I was Leonard Nimoy I would rush about the place,
I would hold my long pointy fingers in front of me as I sprang from door to door,
My pointy boots deftly propelling me from shadow to shadow my pointy ears sleek in the dark,
I would wear an elf’s cloak like a slender bony wraith and be like Pan in the woods.
If I was Leonard Nimoy, ceaselessly running here and there,
I would fondle things, peruse things, and look under things and open cupboards,
A real nosey sneak, climbing through windows and going through draws,
I’d sniff other people’s belongings with my long sensitive nose,
trying on peoples clothes, reading their diaries, wearing their shoes.
If I was Leonard Nimoy I would be a real cheeky bastard,
Quickly rushing about, hands in front, cloak flapping behind,
Stooping like a thief in the dark, arranging dinner dates, making phone calls,
Then I would vocally abuse people and adroitly cut them down.
If I was Leonard Nimoy I would use my Vulcan logic to orally molest people,
I would line people up with my stone hard glare and coldly hurl verbal perversions at them
Willowy fingers, hunched shoulders, flat black hair, pointy ears, spikey shoes, cloak fluttering behind.
Expressionless, cool, thin and dexterous, I’d cause a right awkward mess behind the scenes.
Categories:
perversions, humorous, people, me, people,
Form:
Ode
A Big Problem In Churches Today…
There’s a big problem in churches deep within…
Very few preach on the topic of; “SIN.”
Sin is a very powerful and destructive force!
Many families are coming apart and ending in divorce!
Getting involved in perversions of various kinds…
Many are getting a garbage of filth in their minds!
Too many pastors are afraid to preach of a God who’s HOLY!
They remain silent and consider it a bunch of “baloney!
It’s just too easy to come and play “the Sunday game.”
But at home… Things are not the same!
Not everyone in church is doing fine and “o.k.”
It doesn’t matter how you listen or what you say!
God is a God of love but also of holiness too!
He wants the best kind of life for me and YOU!
He said to “take up the cross and come follow me!”
This is the only way we can be TOTALLY FREE!!!
Whatever sin or problem is “holding you down.”
Seek the awesome presence of Jesus that can be found!
If you can’t find his presence
in your church building…
Come to him in prayer!
Seek his power of forgiving!
He is God! There is NOTHING that you need to fear!
Through the blood of Jesus…
Your sins will disappear!
He is and will always reward those who diligently seek him!
All of your struggles you can put “beneath him!”
“Though your sins be as back as scarlet,
they can be as white like snow!”
Once you’ve met the master.
And the redeemer of your soul!
By Jim Pemberton
Categories:
perversions, confusion, dedication, depression, devotion,
Form:
Rhyme