Best Unction Poems
Her heartbeat echoes like a love moan in my mind,
summoning centuries of refined romanticism soulfully enshrined,
the contralto of her voice a fillatio upon the cock of my consciousness,
through her eyes I see that mystery is the Mistress of meaning beyond regress,
my manly mouth serenades & suckles the rosy pussy of her prophecy, homage cunnilingus,
revelations irresistible in their heretical invigorations excite our imaginations
as we fornicate a ferocious forsooth soothsaying love's reincarnations,
a vignette of virility forthcoming from fate's far side fortifications
presents a primal promise in paranormal inceptions,
Premonitions primitive in heart heat paint
streak the skin of our desire to design an indigenous heaven,
flesh tones warm fast and feral revealing a vitality of spirituality that tongues detonate,
the Universe blooms into a Multiverse as she spreads her spell of star spice scintillation
onto my ripened body rendering her rites fertile in rich freight,
within the brain's wildfire I feel her unction,
Becoming the shaman of our secret skin ceremony
I invoke the spirit of solar youth into veinage voracious for passion's patronage,
sanctifying the unifying lust between the bodily and ghostly unlicensed liberty,
shadow temple of temptation gives offering of blood and song from astral page,
death dream extremes fire hot ejaculation of divine vindication into cosmogony
as she and I have won our now with a win over age,
My Love Muse is more than a woman
she is a savage seduction and a sacred sweetness,
a Goddess of her own Cause...a lover known as Poetess,
her name changes from lifetime to lifetime, yet she is always beauty shown -
J.A.B.
Categories:
unction, beauty, desire, devotion, dream,
Form:
Ode
In our little Arkansas Dover town, we never clown around, about the sacrifice
Christmas is about Christ, and his great love, which suffices
We live and let live, to our charities we give, for in heaven above
It's all about Love, refining one's self, to enjoy in Dove, who is love
We put down the mind of strife, we celebrate Christ's birth
The sacrifice, `tis about life, and knowing it’s worth
Increasing our unction, never to wane, the Lamb's fame
In public we still pray, at our functions we still say, “in the Name”
In celebration of Love's life, we give up, all of our means
No hazing, it's amazing, all over town, Nativity scenes
To suffices our worship, the special day is necessary
Signs of heaven, Love's leaven, the Babe, and mother Mary
The Father, the Son, the Holy Ghost, some don't want to get even close, (or near)
For they fear, the special day of love's cheer, unto Christ, so dear
Have a very, very, merry, Christmas, Devonshire, to heaven for sure, and to all at Soup
Now year is close to over, don't be a rover, please visit Dover, “old Moses love scop”
10-16-09 For Carolyn's Christmas contest
4th placement
Categories:
unction, inspirational, love, upliftingheaven, day,
Form:
Rhyme
My brother, one year younger
and an athlete of some note,
once found my private notebook,
seeing poetry I wrote.
Before that day I fancied that
my writing held some unction;
I worked to craft each poem so
to serve a noble function.
I'd rather hoped each one would stir
its reader's soul profoundly,
but brother claims their value lies
in helping souls sleep soundly.
written 5 Feb 2023
Categories:
unction, brother, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
There are no cogs, springs, wheels, or gears inside of me.
I'm a flawed human whose mind and heart often disagree.
I don't have parts, interior mechanisms like those inside a clock.
but if my heart makes a decision, my mind puts up a roadblock.
There's no symbiosis between them, nor a willingness to agree.
Each day is a struggle for me, from which I cannot break free.
Mechanical parts of a washing machine sometimes need repair,
but when heart and mind are at odds, it's a hardship I must bear.
It's pugilistic sparring and I'm overwhelmed with doubt and fears
because I'm the one who always gets hurt, bringing me to tears.
I can't get through to my heart, and simply cannot make it clear
to a stubborn mind that tunes out what it doesn't want to hear.
I've pleaded and tried bartering but neither one will take heed.
I've accused them both of having an ego and an attitude of greed.
The interior machinations of my mind and heart often malfunction.
My heart seeks love, while my mind is smug with selfish unction.
I can't really remember when the last time was, they ever agreed.
They're an enigma, each one having its own beliefs and creed.
Categories:
unction, stress,
Form:
Rhyme
Villanelle: The only game solution to the human condition
The only game solution to the human condition
“Don’t nobody move a muscle” and hold your breath
Stop having sex with the opposite sex in motion
In a billion years men will pass babies with their motion
And suffragettes will be the toothless kind with bad breath
The only game solution to the human condition
Our girls will all live up to receive the Nobel unction
While our boys will all learn to shoot crap in stealth
Stop having sex with the opposite sex in motion
Lao Tse said “Reduce the size of the State and the population”
Border guards made him cough up The Way in lieu of wealth
The only game solution to the human condition
Time somebody put an end to this unfair competition
Girls have only from fourteen to barren fortieth
Stop having sex with the opposite sex in motion
Naked ****-stars roam Holy Woods far cry from titillation
Chain-saw massacres take us beyond deep-freeze death
The only game solution to the human condition
Stop having sex with the opposite sex in motion
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
Categories:
unction, satire,
Form:
Villanelle
Borne
from
the
heart
Of
Africa
An
attire
Unique
in
design
With
a
fashion
Made
from
a
version
The
fraction
Of
a
nation
With
a
vision
An
inscription
Of
passion
Not
a
notion
But
an
unction
To
provide
wears
With
favourable
colours
And
a
flavour
To
savour
Being
created
From
a
fabric
Slick
and
meek
Not
from
the
attic
But
From
the
Latin
word
"PULCHER"
meaning
BEAUTIFUL
Categories:
unction, art, black african american,
Form:
Free verse
THE STRANGE CASE OF THE PREPOSITION
The preposition is a peculiar case
No use on its own by itself with no function
It needs an attachment to have any place
Alone would decease, be due extreme unction
Now some words may act without others at hand
Such as Nouns as a labels and verbs as imperatives
E.g. LADIES or GENTLEMEN and Sit! or Stand!
Independent with neither associates nor relatives
But the preposition needs some things to relate
To connect the verb with a noun, phrase or clause
To bring them together unite and collate
In that it has a noble cause
In days of old when they spoke in tongues classical
The use of the preposition they would scorn
They had case endings for same purpose grammatical
So you could even say it need never have been born
But while you don't need 'to', 'of' or 'by' or 'with
When you've dative, genitive and ablative
Old prep does the job, should have respect accorded
And it brings words together so for that should be lauded
Categories:
unction, language,
Form:
Rhyme
We encircled her
That February day.
Amid sustaining whir
She lay.
Had I known
The hollow was to come
I’d be there still
Hearing the hum.
Her feet were cold
I tried to warm them
She lay so still
Mine own sweet gem.
Her brain they said
Beyond all function.
The friar led the
Extreme unction.
Oh damn that day
With its bright big sun
We loved the snow.
Look what it’s done.
Categories:
unction, daughter, death,
Form:
Rhyme
Ones who wage,
Ones who rage,
Ones who take,
Ones who pay,
Ones who craze,
Ones who rave,
Ones who crave…
Ones who fear,
Ones who breathe,
Ones who give,
Ones who need,
Ones who will,
Ones who weave…
Ones who plead,
Ones who beg,
Ones who beseech,
Ones who entreat,
Ones who appeal,
Ones who volunteer,
Ones who disappear…
The ones who follow,
The ones that don’t know about tomorrow,
The ones who don’t deserve the morrow…
The ones who sleep,
The ones who cry,
The ones who live,
The ones who die…
The ones who proclaim,
Those who say they create,
The ones who ache,
The ones who don’t wait,
The ones who hesitate,
The ones who don’t concentrate,
The ones who fornicate,
The ones who procrastinate…
Those who fall in temptation,
Those who get in frustration,
Those who sometimes feel desperation,
Those who keep going without caution,
Those in motion,
Those in tension,
Those losing notion,
Those being poisoned,
Those getting in distortion,
Those following the broken diction,
Those dying like the billions,
Those without unction,
Those washed in the oceans…
I might seem cold,
But it is you who is bold.
I might not express,
But it is you who doesn’t let me progress.
I might not seem like I seek,
But it is you who doesn’t know me…
I might seem like I need,
But it is you who might always be begging on your knees.
I might seem dull,
But it is the one that is fool.
I might not be alight,
But it is you who isn’t truly alive…
I will remain neutral,
I will remain silver,
I will remain gray,
I feel darkness,
I feel light,
I will remain hallowed…,
After all, it is you who deserves no life…
I am a metal hawk,
I am a mountain goat,
I am a silver bird,
I am a gray wolf,
I am a white tiger,
I am a mystic rose…,
I am I…
I’m alive,
And I survive,
You are here,
However, it is you who deserves no life…
Being human does not imply that you have humanity…
Categories:
unction, animal, art, bird, change,
Form:
Free verse
Lmerick crochetés : Once a Teacher who didn't like school
Once a Teacher who didn't like school
Since his kids kept calling him a fool
Wished to do himself in
Lost control of discipline
All day his class looked like a swimming pool
To this Land of the Bow and Arrow
Came Settlers blasting hip pistols two
They shot their way Far West
Taught the Injuns what quest
In Alexander's conquests wasn't tabou
Then the Rifle Association
Triggered Trump to top the Nation
" Arm all teachers, " he said.
" Boost rifle sales - the Dead
Will bless the use of Ultime Unction ! "
With books the Teach packed solitary weapon
Hidden under the school's emblem apron
Kids laughed loud nonetheless
To see Teacher fearless
Till Terrorist at window broke open
Criss-crossed class red-hot streaking bullets
Kids dived under desks yells burst gullets
Some clung to the Teach's vest
Others hid behind broad chest
Struggled he to match bullet for bullets
Full square the singeing flare ripped his chest
Till rounds automatic echoed the West
Some say his looks bereaved
Looked very much relieved
Like a scion for his kids gave his Life's best.
© T. Wignesan - Paris, 2018
Categories:
unction, america, anxiety, bereavement, high
Form:
Limerick
The other day I saw the most pathetic thing I think I shall ever see!
It was so macabre and shocking that it piqued my curiosity!
Seems this old miser died having atoned for his many transgressions,
But was adamant about taking with him all his earthly possessions!
He had derided that well-known saw, "you can't take it with you",
And asserted, "Them's my things that took a lifetime to accrue!"
Even on his deathbed as he breathed his last and ceased to function,
He fretted about his stuff as the priest administered extreme unction!
In the funeral procession behind the hearse was a huge U-Haul truck,
Containing his suits and shoes, booze and gold plus all his other ruck!
Oft' I've pondered about that old tightwad and his ultimate fate,
And how St Peter handled the matter when he greeted him at the Gate!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
Categories:
unction, death, humorous,
Form:
Couplet
Yo,
I was in an empire, part of the rebellion,
I was luke and han solo,
Takin' photos, of a world in love with chedda'
Prayin' all day for things to get betta'
Askin' Yoda in the sky for some wisdom,
Sherley Chism, and Rosa Parks were my idols,
Strong, black, beautiful, brazen, blazen, amazen, silos,
Of a song my momma taught me,
Lift every voice, express my choice, and drop bombs of knowledge,
I went to college, battlin' brains insane with myopic fits of schizophrenia,
With my pen, rebukin' sins of the fathers,
Puttin grandma's in chains, and straight killen my father's manhood,
Knowin, we could, we should, we would strive higha,
Christ's fire ignites me,
I gave my life to the almighty,
Cause in my sight he, fought for the downtrodden,
Rotten souls oppressin' billions,
Takin' pills and smoken' pipes for just a moment,
Of escape from rapin' carpet baggas hatin' saggas,
But just 5 years prior,
I heard a man with mad desire, for a chryos explosion,
Straight fusion, taken hatred and morphin satan into fury,
Hope was his cure he, took his orders from the savior,
And he made a, believer out of me and my whole country,
All at once he, took the reigns of insane branes and made us lighter,
Like brighter, with a burnin' burden like phroto bagins in the shire,
I walk this ring, of light and dark within my conscience,
But after months this, whole thing is startin to make me higher function,
I got this unction, to tell you about a pending celebration,
Elation has caught hold and now a nation,
Is about to be free of race and miscegenation,
Straight up star wars in this joint,
Because the deathstar is destroyed,
I trust the force, and soon my boy,
Will have his moment,
On mountain's top and God straight smilin'
Stylin' profilin' cause yo, a change is comin'
Start Stumin' new songs, of like redemption,
Cause we makin' marley proud and I got shrouds of evidence,
This fence is fallin' like back in europe,
Like the moons becomin' suns we makin runs to polls and soon guns suns they will be smokin'
Mad open, people get ready,
Straight steady, kill Freddy, cause this nightmare on wall street is ova,
Move ova George W, and sing a new song,
Straight Star Wars!
Categories:
unction, black-african amerstar, me, star,
Form:
Free verse
Something funny on the way to the forum,
I found a page that said "ipsum lorum".
What does it mean?
Is it something obscene?
Is it meaningful or only decorum?
Followed by the words "dolor sit amet"
My heart raced and I broke into a sweat.
My eyes started to strain;
Was I going insane?
Ha! Trick question, don't answer that yet.
"Consectetur adipisicing elit",
Now I was ready to pitch a big fit.
Confused and perplexed,
I scanned the rest of the text.
It was as easy to read as sanskrit.
I seriously considered going for unction,
'Til I remembered the famous search function.
Google quickly displays,
"Lorum Ipsum's a phrase
Commonly found on pages under construction!"
Categories:
unction, funny
Form:
Limerick
It's much too close in here
for loneliness,
or companionship.
Either way,
I grow too small
non-existent
non-essential
undervalued domesticity with insufficient commodity,
just another over-populating parasite
underneath Earth's glamorous backside;
Suppressed incubator within a more integrating place
of nonverbal language
and full-octaned relationship toward outside
somewhere, marginally surfing
flowing symbiotic omni-nutritional fluid
umbilical corded string
for receiving ever more formative function
energetic unction
massive combustion
rebirthing my new Elder synergetic IdEntity
through Ego-recession,
contracting unrhymed rhythm
of fear of fear of fear...
Double-Binding negative threshold
toward appositional Eco-Love prehension;
echoing across echo-developing hemispheres,
inter-wombed regenetic too slow and tight economy
creating EarthTribe's Beloved Ecology
of paradise boundaried with pain
Longing reconnected within universal agency,
being primally related through
RNA's coincidental Hollow Womb Presence,
Earth's self-optimizing cornucopian abundance
revolutioning joyful grace,
redemptive polycoloring place,
regenerate revolving Memory time
as love-drenched EarthMother's space.
Ambidextrous-ionic amniotic fluid,
Janus-faced dual destined
to internally bring forth new life
by purge erupting each metamorphic fertile sac,
draining past generations
into future's new-born hope,
to emerge a womb with sufficient empathic communication
to compassion Earth's warm-wombed community;
reconnecting humane nature's transactional economics
with sacred nature's transcendent ecologics--
Great Transition deducing permacultured functions
inducing biological forms of regenetic polyculture.
We're much too close for racing loneliness,
at loooong sloooow last,
our time to become Beloved CoElational together.
Categories:
unction, birth, creation, desire, destiny,
Form:
Free verse
We are born remembering
DNA's sacred syntax,
cryptic receipts with multigenerational redemption value,
to redeem integrity through this incarnation's
fully functional root and crown potential
For ecological
politically co-intelligent
co-operative economic practice
with polyculturally unconditional intent
Mutual subsidiarity of peace
compassioning just rightness
declared only through solidarity
in co-prehensive
leftbrain consciousness.
Who are these would be CoRedemptive Mentors
stalking my multi-regenerational mirror?
Tempted by good and evil
I reconnect MotherEarth's suffering
to monotheistic FatherSun's not listening,
steadfastly ambivalent feelings
ambidextrously languaged
Riding Time's enculturing edge
flying forward for hope of better
stronger
surer lasting light,
fleeting backward darkening doubtful powers
to change what I cannot compassionately tolerate
to fulfill EarthJustice commitments together
as we might
were Anthros not a lone Redeemer
anti-hero monoculture
Prophets without sufficient Time
for holy spirit's embryonic forms
flowing full-natured unction.
This present makes a safer home
than future's pregnant womb
or past's enslaving RoyalAnthro tomb
severing analogical revolutions
apart
rather than preserving integrity's resolutions
together.
Double-bound
stigmatic
messiah wounds
Breathing in Earth's first breath
while dying out Ego's already last,
stifling my victorious solo shout
"not yet...not yet" out
My mythic time
portends mystery's co-redeeming climax
without embracing Beloved EarthTribe's
sacred sensory resonance.
Redeemer musing Heart
mediating fragile warring Mind
against unwisely breaking Body,
our Trinitarian Teleology
As messianic restitution
perpetually rides
Earth's suffering surf
of almost pregnant paradise.
Categories:
unction, analogy, baptism, courage, creation,
Form:
Parallelismus Membrorum