Best Taint Poems
The moral taint
is self-contained.
Volodymyr Knyr
2017
The sprout of momentary illusion,
the voyage of a derelict dream in place of a lie,
the lure of April, the deceit of May concertized in December,
in wintry snow, mocked,
miscarriages of a well worn organ,
the grin of February,
suspended in September,
the burden of unconquered Lust,
the armies of censorial secret "bedders",
begging for the abandoned rottenness on my path,
obsequious frenzy of the hasty oath at Ikoyi,
the stealthily lure of a defiled bed before the oath,
the desperation of "a wanna be" by crook,
hurried by the mascara coated looks of a postponed "dowried hariotery,"
A bedfellow from the red zone,
an unrepentant Gomer,
The armies of bias exes overwhelmed the gaze with suspicions,
compelling through diurnal and surreptitious escapades in dark corners,
allured by unfinished lust,
to the city centre for a quickie,
And myriads of men hides in ambuscade save one,
with threats of kill for suspending their “off home” secret lush
The public mistress unfit for their homes, Yet suited for their Lust by turns
she warmed our beds they say'
purloined for your Fall of a few days,
The bawd roamed unrestrained,
'Don't talk to me' she says.
Unbridled concupiscence her forte,
forty plus years in the trade,
well versed in the art
The sneaky nights,
the secret calls,
the Stygian services,
and countless gift of libidinous frivolities.
Yet their victim must remain mute,
as truly the drama unfolded ,
all appeal rebuffed by arrogance,
as they taunt with permissive perverse Laws
convinced on the first day.
Converse for four weeks,
conscripted in one week
“conbedded” on arrival in same day,
Correction of a fool,
concluded at the Court.
Then in retrospect, Delilah revived.
The only exercise I've done this month is RUN outta money
Won't do much for my physique but my outlook's still sunny
I try to plough through
The bills that are due
But the strain is overwhelming, don't laugh, 'tain't funny
black silk
what is forbidden makes the heart fester
quick kicks in my chest
never want it to rest
her body ready to produce milk
wanting all of her to be felt
taste smell swell
heat meets passion
and we melt
sweet meat
another dove on my tombstone
singing a secret song
too many things I have done wrong
Form:
Taint/
There was a time when I felt like wealth
all I needed under my belt,
like why the f*** do I care,
look at this Gucci I wear,
like a movie directed by Luci,
I’ve become less a begger and more choosy,
the center of my own world, and I unfurled,
all the time I spent,
where f*** I went, giving one hundred percent,
on earth between a ferment,
I’m trapped inside, right beside sin,
Divided by greed,
why did I agree,
to envy the clout, about how everyone else
has no brain cells, but their s*** sells,
Rebeltease/
Truth be told I came up from the gutter
(metaphorically speaking)
nah just being cheeky
but never smooth as butta
makes me shutter
I never been sneaky
I worked hard for my respect
and yea I can still flex
I just do it correct see
Taint/
I been hanging with rebel tease,
oh please, oh jeez,
I might just be your next trainee,
like teach me nothing original just a fictional idea
I mean something.
The reality is I’m a wannabe,
this rap game is a fantasy,
so everyone can chastise
me, so give me the clout,
fishing, hook out my mouth,
swimming, winning.
Rebtease/
At times it sucks to be me
but I can fully agree
with the fact that my respects
distract cause I see those stars in ya eyes
wanna be like me
Yea a trainee now,
a tease in the making ??
oh wow, please
but the clout
it ain’t cut out to
be what you see the critics
you can never appease geez
Here’s the true story...
ain’t no glory in my story
it’s a predatory
world out here none give
congratulatory telegrams
like you become an animal
watching ya territory
nah see ain’t no glory here!
but if ya want it come get it
Taint/
Laugh at my jokes,
I know it provokes,
to see me get rich,
which b**** gonna diss next,
I’m dying Hysterically,
because I’m not a ing charity,
remember I’m selfish,
quite devilish, who am I to Cherish,
when everything will perish
Rebeltease/
honestly consciously
times I wish I wasn’t so good
I say that modestly
hope ya wasn’t looking for a comradely
because to be real that straight comedy
but you right all will parish
when it comes ta the light but cherish what you can
find reason to fight don’t sell your soul
just know there’s no guarantees in life
loves abyss hates skank taint
cruel ships paint tank
sinks pinks plank
drank stank
alibi
alibi
steam
cream glues
dream book shelf
pearl helps curse nurse
times cries fried thens eyes
stone stars catch green stare
known knees knead knife knots
ready round found sound whind times
ticks verse tocks locks drops slots
outta yalls minds
grind stone
stars
molly
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uhm ... saw 5 letter word write ... seen contest ...
no sew. ... saw ... clean up your sawdust
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For real love, she eagerly waits,
All she could get were several hates,
Her lips even have many open gates,
That deliberately close lates,
Her eyes have several inbuilt baits,
That still could not find her good mates.
She is actually hell-bent,
That it's true love she really meant,
Even if it's just for a rent,
At least love will be in her tent,
Her beauty needs no lick of paint,
But the voice of love is still faint.
For long she has remained a chaste,
Her face, with a nice beauty paste,
Yet real love, she still wait to taste,
And old age knocks her doors in haste,
She fears fallen for a love heist.
Since there's no true love near her sight.
She's one of the heavenly saints,
Tho' covered with several bad taints:
Her neck is with several tiny dents;
Many of 'em were seen thro' many vents,
And in her heart she has a pain,
That, she will have to forever feign.
SHE INSPIRES ME TAINT NO PLAIN OLE NOR BEAUTIFUL WOMAN KNOWS MORE THAN THIS-KH
U know God done- He don’t make no mess!
Yawl! Know God don’t make NO MISTAKES
He made Woman
And she inspires me…
Ever she inspires me
Taint no plain ole, nor beautiful woman knows more than this,
There’s ain’t none not deserving,
To be called His Daughters
For in all creation God ain’t made NO plain Woman
For they (we) are beautiful spirits and souls
Created by the ALL Mighty
A beautiful God
Ever she inspires me
Taint no plain ole, nor beautiful woman knows more than this,
And they (we) are bearers of humanity
Ain’t nothing plain bout’ me?
And I am a nurturer
And I am made in HIS image
And I am Mother(s) of the World
This world…
Only I bear in my chest humanities Children
To be called His Daughter
Mother of the World
To be His bride,
On His spiritual side
Ever she inspires me
Taint no plain ole, nor beautiful woman knows more than this,
Plain things are simple, unadorned,
That ain’t me
And plain even a little boring. ...
And that ain’t me
One meaning of the word is, as in a flat prairie or low lying
I stand ever tall nothing horizontal bout me.
I’m gorgeous and elegant a queen
God’s HOLY daughter
No obstructions. Embellished, baring, or unimpressive love holy things.
Ever she inspires me
Taint no plain ole, nor beautiful woman knows more than this,
I am more than a
Plain women
I know more about men than beautiful ones do
God has made me (us) more than pain, more than beautiful you see
Even sinner, saved men need a holy woman too!
12/14/19
For She Inspires Series KH Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Maureen McGreavy
| "Plain women know more about men than beautiful ones do."
-Katherine Hepburn
Taint A Brain Then Paint
Each brain that is ain't,
They would try to taint,
And to understand;
Put hand in sand
Picture of them did paint.
Had looked the other day
On beach and seagulls say
Hear us screech,
Trump impeach;
Sea washed picture away.
Jim Horn
First Word in Hope of Glory by Jon Meacham
when our sins do taint
picture of him people paint
was such a good Saint
what we did was next
read Bible in form of test
sometimes are perplexed
pray and God ensue
what we will normally do
may hear cat meow
teach and educate
to God my works dedicate
express and narrate
of various forms
we saw bad weather with storms
while sea warms and warms
truth had been expressed
when the did we were impressed
sinful also stressed
must give attention
to what was their intention
we have to mention
had gone to heaven
many of them there did know
loved and will adore
assume that you know
yet never understood it
why it had happened
For Joseph's Contest
A Rondelet is a French form consisting of 7 Lines
It has 2 Rhymes and one refrain. 7 lines only
Rhyme Scheme: AbAabbA, where A is the refrain
The refrain is 4 syllables, The other lines are 8 syllables
Behind the taint
there lives the truth we seldom speak
Behind the taint
hidden realism that we feint
and life illusions we dare seek
immersed in aura of mystique
Behind the taint
If taken for A Saint
And black they just him paint,
Except The Truest Saint,
Who smiles down cruel taint
And in swipes finds the quaint?
Who won’t oneself repaint
Arranging for White Paint,
Asking for Man’s restraint,
To self with God acquaint…
Watching out for fresh taint
And being renamed A Saint?