Best Transgressed Poems
REMNANT
The Book of Prophecy was open to a silent page.
Tis she thought of the biblical generation in forty stages.
Her heart she hears.
In this life that Ora lives, she has fought for wisdom to ensure longevity.
Salient she sits looking out in the sunflower fields.
The vented darkness encapsulated.
Her mind ponders on the spiritual world.
She was, she felt, as lost as Poe.
Her favorite Poet of long ago spoke through his writings to only Ora.
In the fields, stands the raven.
A bird of blackness and such beauty but yet a threat to her, she felt she was
attached to a nonphysical existence.
Transcendental was the raven's head as she perched on the mantle.
She takes her breath every time because this woman fears what this
symbolizes.
Surcease, this woman would shout aloud.
No respect for me do you have at my house.
Such demeanor is not to be tolerated.
This woman strikes out at the raven.
The raven flipped her wings beguilingly with decorum of her wickedness.
The forty years has transgressed with the omen sent.
This woman was struck by the raven’s beak.
Mournful she lays with her memory defeated.
Tis morn came and she lays awaken.
Ora’s visitors found her in a pitiful state.
They prepared her chambers for her to rest.
Will she live to see the next forty years?
Of youthful existence, she was.
Of her age, she was not.
The raven figurative existence defined her knowledge.
Portent and fore token, a scoff of hope is the raven augury.
She is epoch to her well-being.
May this story end?
Nevermore
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PENNED ON SEPTEMBER 21, 2014!
Have you ever met those kind of blokes who get upon your nerve,
when they quote continual references that most think should deserve
a threatening confrontation that if they make that quote again,
then the punishment that’s handed out will give them heaps of pain.
A gang of us were working down along the Main Drain stream,
clearing blackberries and willows on a governmental scheme,
and as usual on a Monday morn, weekend glitches are highlighted,
that are full of doom and gloom, and mostly are ‘beer blighted.’
For Clancy, Joe and me, we sort of blessed the doom and gloom,
as it transgressed into humour, and so there wasn’t any room,
for the likes of workmate Charlie who only saw a brighter side,
when there wasn’t any bright side; just a great gloomy divide.
Charlie is the eternal optimist with no matter what is said
in the ghastliest of circumstance even if someone was dead,
and Charlie only had one quote that we’re sure he did rehearse,
and so we heard it every time ‘It could have been much worse.’
So after work one evening in the pub we had some beers,
with ‘it could have been much worse,’ still ringing loudly in our ears,
and with Charlie being absent we devised a cunning plan,
to rid him of that bloody quote and then praying that we can.
We thought that as a perfect subject we would use our good mate Ted,
in a steamy sordid untrue yarn to get inside of Charlie’s head,
and have him shaking in his bootstraps, plus gulping in his throat,
to avoid us hearing one more time, his annoying bloody quote.
And so ‘it could have been much worse’ is about to get the chop,
as we cut and piled the prickly canes, of a large blackberry crop,
so when the time was ready, with Charlie well within ear shot,
Joe babbled out the sordid tale that was really ‘Tommyrot.’
“Did you hear about our old mate Ted, and what went on last night?
He caught his wife with Jimmy Hale, and there was a shocking fight;
he shot ‘em both and then himself!” But Charlie stayed quite calm but terse,
as he rolled a smoke and muttered out, “It could have been much worse.”
“Much worse!” We squawked as one... “How can it be worse than that?”
And the answer Charlie gave us… well it really knocked us flat,
after dragging on his cigarette, he sniffed and quietly said,
“If it had have been the night before, it’s me who would be dead.”
~the dark piece~
For them there is no clemency
As they desired the daughters of men
Abandoning the heavenly abode
They cohabited with the women
They are to be bound
In prisons made of pillars of fire
They are never to receive a reprieve
And on judgement they shall be brought forth
They who transgressed
Choosing the flesh thus forfeiting the divine
Their seed the nephilim polluted the earth
Cleansing was by sword and fire
They taught men enchantment and sorcery
Magic and the use of spells astrology and magic
They made the earth profane and polluted
Cleansing was by sword and water
The world became a desolate place
Out of their teachings and their offspring
Who desired immortal life but killed each other
The cleansing was by fire and water
Banned from ever going back to heaven
Locked up in a deep abyss lest they see the light
Bound up till the day they face judgement
For them the fires of hell were lit
They ask you for supplication
Your Lord knows best...
As regards their affairs
And your Lord is Just...
code 254
Luis Kay
(pillars of wrath ~the dark piece~)
Raging Red nailed by reason to controlled anger
Shaded disappointment lies deceit corroding grey
White like the bathroom cleaner You swallowed
The smell of empty boundaries transgressed
Rusty razorblades oozing blood and manipulation
Distasteful taste of rotting matter mottled flesh
Colouring outside a medley of confused emotions
A striking demonstrative match incinerating
Abusing trust respect compassion care and shooting
Salvos like a paint ball onto pained grave canvas
Surely a polychromatic cry for helping with the
‘What’ the ‘Self’ the self-destructive saturation
But mind you this is a chance now one opportunity
To link from dot to dot your bleeding droplets
Yours to own disown your brush to break or stroke
31st 2018
Lost souls that always roam the lonely roads,
Ever searching for that spring they shan’t find
In melancholy souls of their same kind,
Whose burdens break their backs with heavy loads,
Intertwined with heartbreak which bodes
Of darkest baggage from a life defined,
Containing sorrows leaving them maligned.
Though living within these confines one loathes,
Irrespective of profound loss of pride,
They deign to keep their loneliness repressed.
Old shadows follow, adding to their woes.
Seems almost an eon since last they cried,
Echoing in deaf ears how they’ve transgressed;
Yet hope glimmers in those sad eyes, Lord knows.
April, 18, 2014
INTROSPECTION
Is it the color of my skin that retards us?
Is it me not knowing my maternal great grandfather Lenny that makes us retards?
Is it the Irish blood that flowed through the veins of my maternal great grandmother Emma that cause us disturbance?
It is this heritage that will destroy.
I am the epitome of all that has transgressed.
I am the pillar of the pallor I see as your skin.
Is it the origin that I am from...
Native to this country where I am born?
Why are you staring at me so hard?
Is it my vernacular you want to disregard?
Does it seem as if I am to strong?
It is this voice that defeats all wrongs.
I am the aftermath that never was.
I am the history that will not be told.
Never mind, that means not anything.
A change will be seen.
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Written September 01, 2015!
Let me tell you about a guy Pete.
If it’s true that we are what we eat,
he would just have to be
loved by everybody
because he would be something sweet!
On sweets Pete could never get full,
so he’d eat all his cakes and pies whole!
With each passing year
his widening rear
more resembled a large jelly roll.
With gusto Pete daily transgressed,
chowing down on desserts he liked best,
never giving one thought
to the things that he ought -
like that thing going wrong in his chest. . . .
It occurred after Pete had dug in
to some pastries, his favorite sin.
In his chair Pete had plopped
when his heart simply stopped -
But his jelly smeared mouth wore a grin!
For the "Die A 'Fun' Death Contest Poetry Contest"
hosted by Natalie the Rogue Rhymer
The preachers say they have my God on speed dial
A ladder to the heavens once again
Operator, put me through directly
This time I just don’t wanna go through them
I fear my calls may not have been delivered
And maybe I don’t have the time to wait
Now I am concerned that I’ll be buried
And that the payphone in the church was just a plate
I surely can’t contest the pulpit masters
Indeed I have transgressed a righteous law
But if it is God’s laws that I have broken
Why is it a man who flaps his jaw
What man can say that he will end my quarrel
With the One that I offended through and through
Is there a mercy store with clerks who sell forgiveness?
Is there anything that God Himself will do?
Never will they have to pass my message
I will place my own confession in His hand
At least if I'm beyond my rights to do it
For that I will not answer to a man
Kyle Ezra Kriticos
Travel Time Tropics Trip Tepid Temperature Tourist Town
Tunnel Toll Ticket Taker Taxi Token Transit Trail Transport Truck
Tractor Trailer Train Track Trouble Test Terror Turf Tribal Territory
Tender Trap Tricky Terms Tete-a-Tete Try Translate Think Talk
Tongue Tied Timebomb Ticking Tamper Temper Trinket Trade
Twinkle Tax Theft Taken Treasure Total Thoroughly Trounced
Twice Thrice Twine Tie Tight Together Torn Trousers
Tree Twig Too Thin Trusty Tool
Thundering Typhoon Tempest Temblor Titanic Turbulence
Turbid Torrents Twirling Twisting
Trembling Threatening Thrilling Thriving Thirsting Throbbing
Thirsty Throat Twilight Terrace Tecate Tavern Two Tequilas
Tres Tacos Tasty Tortillas Three Tequilas Ten Tequilas
Table Tab Tip Tina Tawdry Trollop Tattoo Taboo Toe Tap
Tickle Tease Trumpeting Tunes Tenor Tones
Talented Troubadours The Texas Tornados
Topsy Turvy Tick Tock Tardy Time
Tiresome Testimony Tall Tale
Thankful Thoughts
Totally Transgressed
Tumultuous
Traveler
You are looking at me as if I did that to you.
Ah, whatever damn fool!
I am sorry for the expletive.
I did not mean to curse you.
However, I swear you looking at me quite obscene.
You put yourself in these dumb things.
Invective you must be.
I do understand.
Whatever, however, is all I have to give.
A discussion of what has transpired means nothing.
Vilification is your daily panorama.
Your response is these are your friends and family.
They just be playing.
All I have to say is whatever.
This is because I know an insult is an insult.
Nevertheless, you continue to hang out with the boys.
Maliciousness you call me because I tell you what really is happening.
I tell you the mental abuse that you let fester in your life.
Abasement is not transgressed.
Whatever is all I have to say.
You had better get yourself together right now – today!
[Whatever, means that you better stop the lying and strive man!]
Worried about who loves you...
Have you thought about what friends are true?
Ask yourself are you a damn fool
To take their insults the way you do.
Every time they snap you up
Verify for what.
Ears are burning to hear them defame.
Realize they are not playing!
I love you...
[WHATEVER...]
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Penned on June 08, 2014!
Philosophical: If you did friends into family and family into friends, whatever!
there is a war within the mind that we do not understand
the esoteric knowledge that invokes every man
the human being is more then physical flesh and bone
because the body of the spirit is not it's eternal home
the being of a human is mind, body and soul
but the collective conscience connects each being as a whole
we exude the energies within us that manipulate each thought
as we accept the patterns of what the mind was taught
but if there is a balance within God's creation
how does one confirm thats its not manipulation?
for the forces that may be tend to be hidden from the eye
as the mind compensates the truth for what we call a lie
if there is evil in the world how do we know it exists?
is it only in the mind for the mind to resist?
or does this evil affect our spiritual and physical beings?
or do we intentionally forget until we believe what we are seeing?
knowledge may be creation but wisdom is the knowing
creating a hand grenade is not the same as throwing
there is a balance in life that many physically understand
but to comprehend the spiritual balance one must reach into the heart of man
Jesus spoke of love to help tip back the scale
but many denied the word believing the truth to be a tale
if this world was built on deception, secrecy and lies
how do we repent the world if we do not open our eyes?
how can man forgive the world for the laws it has transgressed?
unless man is faithfully willing to put his spirit to the test
to know thyself is a gift from every collective mind
as reality begins to drift into the vastness of father time
the epox of self-awareness is the beginning of a spiritual endeavor
as the journey of mortal legs walk into the land of forever
the path that was laid before the man who can see but lives without sight
was created to test his faith not his strength nor his might
“Love” a very hard word to explain.
Oh yes’ you get many versions only the allure still remain.
Now take “us” all personally, to what is your answer?
Everyone has his or hers ways of believing, life, reasons, thought that bring about a moral cancer.
Just the thought if you can, you must love Jesus first, love yourself, this is just,
Then it’s possible to love someone else our true thought of love should be how Jesus loves us.
To offer a part of His coming Kingdom at a cost no price to be among His family with His Son Jesus,
A loving Eternal Kingdom with no death, wars, illnesses, no longer having to deal with any more crises.
Our Price? Not one penny given to “Us” out of love as we faithfully follows God’s edicts and laws
Pretty simple cost, to not kill one another, to love all each other as equals, and fear the Father and look at Him in awe.
Carnal man today, as it was two thousand years ago hasn’t adhered to the Father; He’s transgressed and totally ignores the “Word”.
God knowing all gives us the Holy Bible, it is for ”Us” to learn, that through love Jesus resurrected He is the “Word”.
“Love” explains it and anyway you like it’s really a beautiful thing.
It gives hope a fuzzy feeling, a smooth twinge; it surrounds the heart with the feeling it brings.
Asking Jesus talking to the Father will bring you great joy, in your earthly life.
The “Love” He has for “Us” making “Us” in His image, sending friends and family along with you in life’s way and the other true is blessing a loving caring wife.
Not divine enough to deliver scriptures
Just a uncommon erector or life depicter
Unapoligetically painting pictures,
that expose the sinister.
Like these spiritually damaging supposed ministers
Preying physically upon our undeserving young brothers and sisters
Or politically inspired facade motivators
Attempting to build the highest encasing for elevators
Those with unapparent inclinations to deceive the nation
I pray till incoherent no reservations relieve my brethren
Searching for something more absorbent to our children than playstation
Waiting for an understanding heaven sent blessings for the fallen
And my thought process at times transgressed
Hard fought this stress nights could not rest
Send deep breaths through chest have many regrets
light sleep distressed were blest through tests
I spill my mind on the canvas like blood from open arteries
To heal the blind go bloodless like twice chosen batteries
Ran races with madness the finish line held tragedies
Then escaped that sadness now I spread these realities.
Sitting saying morning prayers, all in our own way.
Early riser, prayer said, coffee made, it starts the day.
God comes to me instantly when I rise.
So I know I’m safe, always having a good thought at sunrise!
The state of affairs in this world just mystifies me.
As the Holy Bible does; man’s killing nature has never left, it’s continually.
Ever since “The Word” ever since God’s judgment from the garden, since Adam’s
First breath.
Man has faced the most horrible fate, the prospect of a great spiritual death.
Think on it, thrown from God’s Spiritual Garden, cast to the earth.
Guess who? The serpent, of old, the master deceiver! Here long before our birth.
An evil disobedient Son of God, cast to rule this corrupted earth, amongst men.
We’ve all gotten our chance to listen, here, and find God’s Son, a loving Son called Jesus, needed to enter God’s Kingdom.
The Commandment, Number 6, “Thou shall not kill!”
We are stubborn, won’t listen to the God that has the power to terminate us at His will!
Carnal man has turned, transgressed against the Laws of God! Spiritually we have incurred His wrath!
Think on it, He knows all, He knows things to happen.
Shortly, carnal man will see the Father, we are on His path.
Mankind, through centuries has always tried to solve problems.
Forgetting the Law,
Solving problems without “Love” God’s command.
Without God deciding, is what sticks in the Father’s craw.
Love, Spiritual Love, all comes from the Father, Creator, First, foremost The Lord!
Hearing, seeing, reading will make us understand the Word.
No other God before me, man made idols, false teachers, all foretold in the Holy Bible.
First, lastly, the Holy Bible interprets itself; don’t believe me, “Prove All Things!”
It will save your spiritual revival.
The March for Our Lives [2018 and Onward]
Shooting and killing is not a way of life.
It hurts our mentality and distorts our minds.
We are here as privilege and meaningful life.
A barren earth will not ever revive.
We are not the creator of life form.
This is where a greater source omnipotent.
So, we must form a historical path.
The March for Our Lives [2018 and Onward] is just that.
A focus done for gun reform.
The onset of violence at our schools will not succumb.
The madness has manifest for sure.
Therefore, we march for political activism with a purpose to control the
disbursement of guns for public safety assured.
Since 2012, the U.S. schools have transgressed a massacre where 7,182
students have been killed.
Congressional reform has not been configured accordingly.
The March for Our Lives [2018 and Onward] is to help write the law to control
the disbursement of guns,
We, as students, are stated to be the future to human being meaningful
life.
As an accurate result, we state to Congress we are marching for our lives to
be made safe and secure at our schools.
Nihilism is abhorred.
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WRITTEN MARCH 25, 2018!