Best Sodomy Poems
Slice me with your tongue
Razor blade wounds
To suck out all my poisons
Sweet lonely lullaby
Accusing eyes of sodomy
Picture perfect prodigy
My deadly sin
A bitter taste of arson
Burning in my organ
Your the pyre that burns away my mortality
A sip of tea made from Lilly of the Valley
A shadow of death stalking with
Odd angel like wings
A numbing kiss
Like downing in morphine
My oblivion
Sweet arms to rest in
Till my vision no longer holds
eyes neither like hell nor heaven
Cocaine addiction
That drip of drugs into your system
Intoxicated blood stream
Id rather not dream
And instead get lost within your paralyzing -
Your paralyzing - brain lapse - your moving too fast
Stay slow and dreamy
Dancing silhouette like a burning
Forest fire, pain throughout my veins
Ravishing and beautiful
A voice torn from my throat
dying joyful with my last vision being you
The Pillars of humanity
felled by little boys tears
Irish clover
not so lucky for boys in white
defrocked
a new generation of holy men
the cycle of sodomy
sickens the soul
yet the masses
on their knees
sending child
like a lamb on the cross
blood droplets
religious tears glow
ah but the Irish clap
as Saint Patrick
condemns them to purgatory
wishing the evils ones
had been aborted
It's not just young couples making a choice
I am for life please have your baby, okay
It's a farce about the tissue inside, mother has no voice
Having an abortion Dr. makes an incision
It's gets much darker, still to this day
Incest, rape, not her decision
Fundamentalists look away
after unwanted baby is born
Assuming the poor can afford
Self-kit abortion leaves her torn
Aretha Franklin, raped by her father's inside men
Save the baby? Mother dies? They'll decide
No choice of hers, pregnant at ten
Spent her youth trying to hide
More stories like these will unfold in the end
They don't hate Gays—they hate what Gays do
It's sodomy, old laws make a come back
Couples shouldn't do that, yes them too!
Healthcare, abortion Mills under attack
In your own home, behind closed doors
Blaming women for wanting pro-choice
The ignorant call you heathens and whores!
Apostrophe
A derogate demons asperity
Calumniate my integrity
Malicious deceit
Holding no truth
Held on to nothing!
My inglorious ignominy
Your repulsion Satiate!
Nauseated glut unsensual sodomy
Surfeit and salt in nasty infected cut
Given dichotomy
Or burdened with great weight
Tarnished, libel. Stuck in a rut.
Nothing left
Appellation stained – Tainted mendaciously
Verbal hate – Eat the flesh
Minstrel blood mixed with sacred semen
There’s nothing left – except for fire and this acrid demon
a sudden Bonanza viz sexual abuse among
faux Green Acres within Mayberry RFD
now spells showtime for The Avengers, Batman
and Robin to Get Smart
take to heart (what haint no new bob bing beast),
those perpetrators to forsake their Good Times
yet, who determines what constitutes, and how to differentiate
mere kibitzing from unwanted overtures
though most people would concur when
definitive, tangible, verbal assault occurs,
spoiling future Happy Days, yet numerous incidents (ass hide
from clear cut serious offences indeed)
rather when details appear nebulous, sketchy, vague,
et cetera defy categorization, giving benefit of doubt to
females or males in question claiming harrassment,
especially when minors testify as adults, asper
major gross indignties (such as pedofilia, date,
incestuous, statutory rape, sodomy,
et cetera committed), that occurred years or decades ex post facto
sans molestation, said time delayed contention
must be taken at face value without fail informing
a jury retroactive justice must be must be handed down
to the accuser blatantly, flagrantly, flaunting illegality,
hence fair sentence accordingly adjudicated
insync decreed capital crime abrogated child welfare,
defiling and permanently affecting emotional well being
of said underage youths, as best one
to compensate aggrieved subjects must purge
abominable categorical imperative
asper deliberate wanton (I soup pose), tricked, mislead,
forced to participate unwillingly
risking mental, physical and spiritual health of innocent kid
imposing unforgivable, horrible, execrable misdeeds
irrevocably damaging Lassie or laddie,
which indelibly foisted battering, whereby
even Doctor Marcys Welby M.D. unable to mend
condemning sufferer to psychological Mash pit
triggering Maude lin while Knot's Landing flooded.
Sodomy, clergy
Angels with dirty faces
Abhorred to the core
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I find it humorous how folks like to say, "multicultural",
Multicultural is a very safe euphemism,
For it euphemizes mass incarceration and exploitation.
It enables organizations to create one slot for any brown, yellow, or red character
and call themselves "progressive".
Meanwhile we brown, yellow, red, and black, fight like dogs for their approval.
Well I say, their approval is of little consequence, for it is God that they must
ultimately answer.
And God sees all.
Black People, Black Queers, Black Rape Victims, are not multicultural.
We did not come here with hope, we came here in bondage and have been in
bondage ever since!
How many times must I listen to so called allies say, "But what about the
Vietnamese, for they have issues too?"
As if it should be my added burden to make sense of their problems?
My people built this nation plain and simple.
They worked for no wages and built the foundation for American prosperity.
And now "progressive" liberals think that they can grasp this experience?
How I ask you?
How can they know?
As they struggle to empathize from their rooftops.
From rooftops all people look the same.
It is only from the street that one can grasp the nuances.
Black women are not multicultural.
They are the recipients of an abominable legacy of injustice which continues ad-
nauseum.
I challenge anyone who thinks they understand, to humble themselves and
finally deign to ask me for my opinion.
For I have lived the hell of miscegenation! And the sodomy of emasculated
voices in alliances on this and that.
And even as you read this, your minds are too numb to grasp the full measure of
its venom.
And still, God loves me too.
Venom and all.
For God is not afraid of the requeim that awaits us.
No God is not afraid at all.
A third world city with a revolutionary aspect
The poor crouched among the estates;
for the poor, the SUN crashes to the ground!
The hum of the city,
cacophony of people,
the deafening sound of
empty stomachs;
every day the media,
paints the sinister,
aspect of the poor;
urban decay:
the violence against society,
the violence against the family,
the violence of mass incarceration,
the violence of economic sodomy;
the daily cycle,
of societal breakdown;
for the poor, the SUN
crashes to the ground!
The habitually unemployed,
the ex-con,
the moral degradation of
the sexual outcast, and
the addled mind;
homeless squatter,
a fight,
a knife,
a gun,
an overdose;
the daily death of
the designated outcast;
for the poor, the SUN
crashes to the ground!
The revolution failed,
suicide by tribulation!
Birthed in scratches of white paint on deadly canvas,
Emerging from the womb-vessel of a faded sea
To face the barren inscape of my tenuous self.
The diaphragmic doorway only opens through infirmity;
Abstract sodomy on the mesa.
Tilting by the weight of my breasts, precariously
Above the plain – the welcome danger of oblivion.
Darkness is my safety and my fault.
Night on the mesa floats free – freedom is found in reflection,
But a sliver of a moon is yet too much.
My faded scream can only be heard by those who are bound.
watching an election campaign in the US
is like watching the scum rise in a heated garbage can
that has sat out behind a restaurant all night
after a downpour filled it up to the brim---
with all the horrid smelling trash floating around the surface
in no particular direction---
one notices a plethora of little bits of filth & miniscule debris
all swirling round,
like the explosive diarrhea expelled out of
an american politician’s mouth
when the going is getting tough &
the name of the game is to sling the dirt
in order to taint the opponent’s image,
as if any of them were ever clean from the
blood & *****they began to wallow in
when beginning to rise on the political ladder
through a sequence of sodomy, blow jobs &
constantly taking part in murderous oppression
via all the parties that put moola in their pockets
on the way to the white house---
so now we watch the two Repugnants
fighting it out like cocks in a cock fight
digging, scratching,
biting & bleeding---
all for the sake of power
all for the sake of
making large decisions
that will reverberate throughout the 21st century,
affecting us all, but including
not
a
one---
and our necks are gripped tight
by the hands of the same vultures that feast on the
deaths that the US military continues to bring,
by the hands of the same vultures that fill their pockets
with the money that could actually help out our domestic population
by the hands of the same vultures who are responsible for the last economic crisis &
who will be responsible for the next &
by the hands of the same property owning white boys that have run this country
since they sat down to write the constitution 225 years ago.
Voices, hissing in your ear,
Voices, installing unknown fear
How do you silence voices
That no-one else can hear
How do you tame
That strange, unknown fear
Lies and deceit
how it twists your perception
Safely it starts,
whispers of insecurity
A bit louder
The things it tells you to do
Ignore it, avoid it,
until the pot boils over
and the evil pours forth
Suggestion into action
Spurned by
the wheel of fate
Rape and ruin
Sodomy, lust
Harder it thrusts
Vampirism, cannibalism,
Pours forth the blood
Open your eyes
witness the lies
away pours the evil
away drowns the lust
Only your conscience,
a quiet distrust
No more voices
Only white padded walls
Your companionship guilt
Cushioning lies
IF EVER I HAD A COUNTRY…
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If ever I had a country
And if I were the Minister of Justice
I'd keep an open eye on covert fascist lechers
To arraign dodgers from witch sick woman's clutches
Who annul marriages the Holy See blesses
To mask her lewd tantrums in the Secret Services
That is, if ever I were the Minister of Justice
And even if I never had no country
VI
If ever I had a country
And if I were the Home Secretary
I'd make all secret files on all dignitaries
An open book on the art of rape incest or adultery
Pedophily sodomy perversity y compris
Not to mention lodge-keepers' skulduggery
That is, if ever I were the Home Secretary
And even if I never had no country
© T. Wignesan - Paris, 2018
In a world beyond Almighty's plan
Abode of cursed Magdalena's clan
Felicity and benisons barely fall
Debauchery is employment's call
Carnality's for sale at market of sin
Angels bargaining joy with Satan's kin
Bartering flesh in the name of pence
To satiate needs 'ven at their expence
Two boars prepare for a sodomy rite
Pederasty and lust in a putrid site
Carnivores at the neon-lighted house
Making love without solemn vows
Not long born souls on Demon's hand
Given to lecher, a price for Gourmand
Barbies and bairn at Brothel's den
Molded to become Fornicator's hen
Gray Sky modeled, a Leaf on its Falling,
And thus tenaciously wounded, a slow and Bitter Abandon
Crashes,
Past Churches among Coals
And Faces lined, tunneled by ants, cicadas
The mouths of Sad dead Men.
Gray Sky tears Into Dirt,
Cars and Old Women Flying,
My legs Wobbling, Noodle Like
Churning Air and Dirt into Butter.
Gasping relaxed Depravity, Eyes of Bulging broken Connections,
Tasting tongues of insulated Iron
Rising higher, Higher, Still
Red—Slim, Long to the Sky
Fifty Feet, A Hundred,
The Nothing of Where Sky, Was,
Filled in by a Forest of Red Bloomed Licks.
My Mouth Closed Tightly, Holding Leviathan Inside.
I Stumble Back, Truck Bound, but Falter, Finding Telephone Pole,
Penetrating it, Sodomy like, Through the Rear.
Hands Writhe, Grasping, Reaching, I Clasp my Mouth and Break Free.
The Voices rising From Mouths no longer their Own…
I Cannot Describe…
Newborn Violet? The Desperate Thirst of a thousand harlot Bedrooms?
Vowels Drowned in Starving Mackerel congealed Eyes?
This, All of this, Is beyond me.
Simply infinite Air, Spearing Life and Earth,
Struck,
Dense and with Cold Constancy.
Today …The Day
Has Died.
The Knife of half-destroyed Churches
Bite Deep,
Each leaf, Hunger, Phosphor’ ant Fire-Fly Eye of Darkness---
----As They Fall.
I However, Let them Take me from Within.
Forsaken interrupted Hands Growing,
Source-less Laments Turning Shadows to Anti-Life.
The World, now, some measureless Dream,
One long Abandoned Funeral Voyage to Nowhere.
Great Pale Cows of Tomorrow
Rain Black Milk
While they Float to the nothing of the now ground-speared Sky.
Exasperated Winter,
Oh, Dark Color of Sinfully used Blankets .
Filthy Lightening Bolts and Dung Covered Clouds,
The Horizon reeks of an Oil Field.
Spark, Spark, Lighting a Match,
To keep God warm, That mewling
Majestic Infant of the Sky.
(Ssssscrush)
(Whooosh)
And one Long Holy
(Kaboom!)
-thend-
In a dark part of hell the tormentor lives
exploiting all of your deep darkest sins
then making you forgive
punished you beg
tormentor you scream as he peels back your skin
opening your rib cage to see within
in order one by one
he tortures and punishes the wicked
turning them to slaves
or demons to reign in darkness
heather he calls with a booming echo of thunder
dragging her by the hair into hell's darkness
a thousand years of brutal punishment
and forced sodomy
whippings and lashing
and reliving previous monstrosity's
where step daddies entered so deep
making you bleed and scream
silenced your hopes and dreams
beg the tormentor to stop and you'll bleed
shut mouth you slave your nothing to me
tied and chain whipping for hours
the tormentor enter's inside you
violating you for hours
bending your mind making you feel and see horrific things
while he violates molest's you with his deepest hellish fantasies
blood drips from your ass cheeks
from the ancient scripture carved into your back
bone is shown
weeping and moans
you orgasmed 5 times during the torture
you an un -breakable now this is known
rank you will be given in the darkest parts of hell
the tormentor sits and smiles
another broken creature to satisfy his desires