Barbarity's own Deity,
The "Black Knight" of perversity:
Ascending through gross ignorance,
Descending on to Hell's province.
This callous god despises light
And seeks the deepest, darkest night.
It spawns a cult of terrorists -
Impoverished, soulless separatists.
This cunning god invites the "lost"
To join its cause, but at what cost?
It sacrifices human fate
For what its creed would consecrate.
This corrupt god projects this trait:
Its mission is to promote hate.
It draws the worst from human ties -
Despicable through flagrant lies.
A "counter faith" to those we know,
It stands alone - allowed to grow
From seeds of immorality
To acts of dire depravity.
What frames the Terrorists discourse
That causes pain without remorse?
This Deity of coarsest fame
Whose imfamy has claimed its name.
That was A Nasty from you,
The Coarsest from a shrew;
Men who’d ignore it few
To over it lengthily chew …
Your Upper Lip I might’ve attacked
And The Lower just swollen,
As through you’d my pockets ransacked
And my valuables stolen ...
Your utterances you’d made
To, perhaps, lower my grade
Their message, that of The Afraid
That my fame will never fade:
Gibbers which Fury frees
And would a victim freeze,
Their source foolishly excite,
Because vengeful blows invite.
Of all the things I’ve seen
From the smallest ants
To the tallest mountains
Seeing You,
Has made me dream
Of all the things I’ve heard
From the cry of a newborn
To the wisdom of a teacher
Hearing You,
Has made me listen
Of all the things I’ve felt
From the coarsest stone
To the smoothest wood
Feeling You,
Has made me know
Of all the things I’ve known
From the comfort of home
To the words taught in books
Knowing You,
Has made me fall in love
And of all the things I’ve ever loved
From my mother and father
To the people I call my friends
Loving You,
In this way that I do
Has done much for me
Because You have set me free.
Meanest Bouncer of visiting oxygen
Like a scarf of coarsest jean,
Ever keeping it and the nostrils at arm’s length,
Displaying its suffocating strength.
Oxygen keeps loitering at the fringes of the nasal chambers,
For as long as Septembers are from Decembers:
Kind of dreading an entry into them,
To the sufferer causing a paradise of problem.
Catchers, like a cross, hold their inhalers:
A pathological fear of everything parading propellers;
Tasty meals are robbed of their appeal,
Stylish dishes of chefs not a Big Deal.
Justifies the banging of doors against cold
And auctioning of freezers, not to be cold:
A pointed sealing of windows seldom shuttered
And shutting of the ears to sopranos shattered.
How free can free verse be
if effervescence is mandatory?
Its bubble’s bound to burst
with disquietude and thirst.
Perpetual hunger makes it worse!
I mean no disrespect
but fervidness is vehemence,
so loses some effect.
If amorousness is forced
it’s the coarsest kind of course,
like required veneration
prone in abnegation.
Reverence must be free
to bow or bend a knee
like words of love in lines
that slant or fall in rhyme.
February 14, 2019
Free Verse on Love- 10 words- Pick a Prize Cash Prize Poetry Contest
Enlightenments way
In the name of the Lord the one Gods self,
begone foul demons of the health,
rise up the 5 billions of the way,
demand retake the wealth today,
cos greed makes Piggy, hey.
Every mortal on the shore,
will now not ever be ignored,
equality for all restored,
from the coarsest to the fey!
People power will take this thought,
world order brought to perfect ought,
no child labourer to be bought,
enlightenment today!
Don Johnson
ok Joe
we have the means to take the day,
people power the only way,
remove the greedy just a bit,
the fairness moral claim does fit,
fly far young Albatross.
wish it....
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