Perhaps you think I’m sitting here, amazed.
Egregious as the test you set me is,
the truth is, I am utterly unfazed.
Desultory, to me, this kind of quiz.
Of course I like a challenge. Don’t we all?
God’s chosen one? The lawyer. He gets his.
Concupiscence I’ll use (I have the gall):
attendant difficulties, I ignore.
Tough polysyllables? The merest squall
before the sunshine. What I most adore,
objectively, is playing with your mind:
you throw me junk, I somehow make it soar.
So do your worst. I thrive on rotten rind.
Opprobrium I effortlessly flout,
neglect embrace: contumely, leave behind.
The rancour’s like the Russians, put to rout,
or North Koreans, tied up, tamed and tazed.
You’ll try, but you will never catch me out.
moist as morning dew
my secret garden inflamed
with concupiscence
surging... urging... awaiting
your spray of heat quenching mist
Grant me to hold my freedom from ancestry.
Nothing fails to satisfy longings but death.
These pinions gave me sway and authority.
To portray my consideration via the breadth.
Nothing fails to satisfy longings but death.
These wings included their appearance.
To describe my thoughts via the breadth.
Strange dreams I express in my concupiscence.
These wings included their appearance.
These wings have hauled me asunder in my life.
Strange dreams I express in my concupiscence.
In every imaginable way of success or strife.
These wings have hauled me asunder in my life.
The wings that boosted my trust and faith.
In every imaginable way of success or strife.
My joy is obscured in freedom's strength.
The wings that boosted my trust and faith.
These pinions gave me sway and authority.
My joy is obscured in freedom's strength.
Allow me to hold my freedom from ancestry.
Written: May 15, 2022
Gladys Cockrobin is a whore
Who does not keep track of the score
She always has fun
And when she is done
Like Oliver Twist, she wants, "MORE!"
Colour Schemers
Arab Traders excavated
Europe laid the foundation
The New World framed it perfectly
The rest of the races roofed it
This …
Inordinate economic concupiscence
Shadowy sham, animated by a violent passion
An extraordinary alteration
So…
Nature convulses
Human dignity reduced to
Colour: Black, white, brown, yellow
But …
The scale corrects itself
The clock resets
The scheme falls apart
Because …
There is only one humanity
It’s you.
It’s me.
love's her quills stillness
concupiscence understood
of her oblique sounds
2020 February 10
There is a sacred cave,
Filled with love,
So high and so above,
Where the winter sky’s are the coldest,
There lives a man who’s known as the oldest.
He tells tales of the modest,
The few that make it to the forest,
For that’s where the journey of love begins,
In the minds of the few who are ferocious.
However these are the foolish,
Blinded by the sight of romance,
In hopes of finding a love filled with hopeful wishes,
But they’re only caught in the traps of concupiscence.
Spray your love in the masochistic mist,
shapely satisfying the illicit itch...
With handcuffs upon the wicked wrist,
narcotic nectars that will bewitch…
Salacious secretions that must assist,
appeasing appetites that shall enrich...
Salivating on parts hardly ever kissed,
exploring erotica within its niche…
Licentious desires amidst negligent night,
engulfing erections are craving...
Passionate pistils partake in their plight,
tender thoughts are misbehaving…
Bodies in motion divulge in delight,
as animalistic aphrodisiacs are raving...
Concupiscence convulsions do bite;
willing wanton wizards are waving…
Hold me tight as we twist and twitch,
upon luscious landscapes yearning...
Libidinousness lactations in their stitch,
beauteous breasts are burning…
Carnal covetousness stings their pitch,
for evocative emulations returning...
Leaving humble humanity in the ditch,
lacrimal lewdness upon learning.
Oct.15.2019
Itch, witch, glitch or twitch
Sponsored by: Nina Parmenter
Background Music...Sade
"No Ordinary Love"
With Female Virtual Voice
N/A for contest
I longed for a love pure like driven snow,
untouched and vestal in the spring years to come;
the years came, and were gone until my woe
over love now lost filled my present autumn.
Virgin, and never a princess have I met,
or rustic maid with whom to spend a night;
I dwelled in solitude with great regret,
for Eros and young love were not my right.
Still young and fresh, and naïve and innocent,
stained by concupiscence ever the least,
I cast'd aside my youth's indecent bent;
and lived my life as if I were a priest.
Now old and bootless, without lust's searing fire,
I've never pierced the tunnel of desire.
And so by separation are we made weak
vulnerable to the whimperings of desire and need
and so upon its knees
begs
and pleads
for this love to be appeased
Save me from the closed lipped angels
the feathers of their wings
to trace my name upon her skin
Obsession tingles through the roots of my fingers
captivates my soul to the moist kiss
and by their separation am I made weak
vulnerable assuage these whimpered needs
crumpled and plagued in fevered night sheets
all the cacoethes within a heart beat
Stumble I indeterminate
craving the hot flush of her eyes
lost am I in the tease of her ecstasy
where else can I be
yet still weave inner the twine of passionate
A wasteland of concupiscence in her absence
trembles a tentative agony
temptations by her whispers of love
her promises of the essence
sacred text written in naked sensuousness
Save me from those angels
save me from the beauty of their wings
to chase her name upon my skin
LUST
flesh screaming of sin
found pleasures deepening skin
raising body heat within
escaping passion
carnal knowledge attraction
attaining satisfaction
volcanic fluxion
viral viewing seduction
stimulating consumption
sexual craving
concupiscence behaving
eroticism enslaving
magic hypnotic
display actions exotic
thirst and hunger demonic
5-7-7 Syllable count
...can also be read backward~just saying
Music by Ariana Grande - 'Dangerous Woman'
Oct.15.2018
One of The Seven Deadly Sins
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Placed 1'st
[7'th of 15]
'Tis in a manner far from thrasonical
That I come to you in full canonical
What I chose to do was to instill my love
On acolytes below while I was above
When the holy Church I entered in my prime
I, the Church,entered many, time after time
Those altar cherubs whom I picked out to spoil
I anointed warmly with my sacred oil
How could I resist faces so innocent
Wreathed in the swirl of the thurible's scent
To hold them close tightly and their soft flesh feel
Made my whole self dizzily tingle and reel
How truly uplifting was my fierce,fierce joy
When I had communion with a chosen boy
They knew our closeness was clearly God given
And that in confession would I be shriven
For all the worldly good I did on God's earth
Then entry to heaven is my deserved berth.
Alas,your Grace,you cannot in all conscience enter here
Too much dark concupiscence on your soul sits,I do fear
Too concentrated were you on carnal desire
That leaves you to roast now in the eternal fire
Begone! For scandalising the young
Round your neck must a millstone be hung
And into the depths of Hades will you descend
There to endure your torment without end
Can You Can a Comment
There are only certain things that are allowed
To happen all by yourself or in a big crowd
Like poems I have been writing as of late
On them having the power to concentrate.
What will end product of poem be for me
How it is interpreted am starting to see
Into past my promising poem will fade
Few or no comments were ever made.
Where in poem do you need an ingredient
To improve them and make more expedient
In last two hours have written four more
An unsurmountable addition is still in store.
People read poems and keep coming back
Yet still comments they will always lack
So would you say I was slightly suspicious
By saying your behavior is concupiscious.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
RiverSea Plantation
Bolivia, NC
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Concupiscence
Wow. Guess I have invented a new word
By adding copious to concupiscence. The
result is concupiscious. Added footnote.
Sparkled kindness
benevolent serendipity
sordid eloquence
torched succulence
shimmering shift
candid concupiscence
Love my once loved
mistress
I must now there
forego
a cauldron of such a
lawless love
the spring of
friendship with the
filth of
concupiscence
I beclouded its
brightness with the
hell of lustfulness.
emotion gone but
still remains there
the lovely sextress
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