The one and only way to catch the Sun is when you are covered by the sin.
Only then you truly live
even not knowing until before.
The so-called saints corruptly cleaned
lead the main earthly scene.
From the eternity they know
how ugly they stole
the true story of Her Mother Earth.
And they covered her shamelessly with so disruptive new observe
presented to the poor and weak heirs of this mighty spirited by the cosmic power Earth.
When the catchers though increase their number
and unleash their power,
the illusion will transform
and this will bring back the one and only Love.
Categories:
corruptly, 12th grade,
Form: Free verse
Scum Buckets
(For a contest)
Can American’s be
As a whole, like a tree
With branches far and wide
That is constantly tapped
Collecting green sap
As in taxes from our thin hide
Out of hard working hands
All over our land
From Eugene to Nantucket
That fill’s Washington’s till
Where they convert it to swill
That’s poured into scum buckets
Where in essence, transpires
Is that cash vampires
Sponging conmen, that do suck it
Corruptly disperse
The blood from our purse
Into their sordid scum buckets
And so that scum goes
To places we appose
Were it spreads like a virus
But why should our pay
Be pissed away
To ruses undesirous
It’s time that they stop
Leeching every drop
Of our personal property
By declaring suck it
To their scum buckets
Which en masse we will empty
And without their scum
There will only be some
Left working in DC
And the rest will survive
Like all people alive
To benefit humanity
Categories:
corruptly, abuse, political,
Form: Rhyme
LIGHT UP AUSTRALIA
Born with beauty and natures grace,
gifted with treasures and pleasures.
A blessed paradise for dreamtime eyes.
Such is a land so grand,
once a kingdom of Godly freedom.
Then darkening, sprayed shadowing clouds crept,
blanketing the bright blue skies with natures death,
over evil webs and nests protected by lies.
Poisonous, sickening spiders began to spread,
syphoning, seizing, strangling with suffering this land's spirituality.
Tyrannical tactics, masking madness, and soul seduction,
corruptly creating secret society sediments called governments.
Such is a spellbound stench of their activity,
paedophilia, national robbery, and dis-illusions,
Demolay Free Masonry, and satanic sects.
Australia's humanity surviving in controlled insanity,
a curse that grows deadly darker and worse.
Problem, reaction, solution is the New World game name.
C'mon, Aussies, C'mon,
No more secret sects nor Masonry mania,
time to fight and shine the light Australia
If you care please share
Categories:
corruptly, anger, betrayal, child abuse,
Form: Free verse
The greedy have no compassion
They stare with their steel looking eyes
Rob and take for themselves
To get the money they want
With blank faces, watch others suffer
Act corruptly, however they choose
Laws do not matter to them
Yet they get by, with their evil ways
Disrupting others lives, caring for their own
Without a thought what it may be like,
If it were them in another's shoes
Heidi Sands
5/16/19
Categories:
corruptly, angst, corruption, evil,
Form: Free verse
Belligerent angel hear my prayer.
You've farked with us for what is fair.
Now hear me say you're one of us.
Corruptly wronging all of us.
Categories:
corruptly, absence, abuse, allah, analogy,
Form: Quatrain
Think about me as I do,
I’m the lost sheep in darkness;
So thirsty and hungry I am,
Think about me in fairness.
Deep within your kind heart,
Intoxicated by wondrous ardour;
So thirsty and hungry I am,
Love me so I won’t go further.
Does it hurt to be without me?
Breaking a promise so abruptly?
Giving you my heart in earnest,
Now lost I am and corruptly.
There were those faithful kisses of love,
Flown away dead by the wings of the dove.
Categories:
corruptly, emotions,
Form: Quatrain
Nature, Nurture all sounds bliss
Disregard, Degrade, noisy people piss
The smell, the patter, just after a rain
The swell, its matters, that cleanses the pain,
It corruptly endures yet progresses some such
Disdain that I weep for its sentient crutch
For drop dead intonation, all things conveyed
A derivitive deep angst over memories depraved
False diplomacy sexcaste endured,
Duplicity for fun, our futures interred
We incorporate, enlist all things believed
To only find later, they can't be retrieved
Like molded leavened bread, by loving hands
I shift life thoughts in that hourglass of sands
Is there an antidote to our sociostupid ills,
Guns, drugs, death, ideaology, OTC pills
In the end take stock of your stoic self BARENESS
Looking glass clarity to your inept self AWARENESS
Who are you really, do you listen to your soul?
When it comes to humactions, submit a resume.
Categories:
corruptly, future, imagery, inspirational, philosophy,
Form: Free verse
WAR SIREN
On the battlefield, the ruby blood,
is caked to warm dusty brown to dry.
Bedraggled women calls the living,
she, with pleasure, makes a soldier cry.
Lady in red, whore of the regiment,
her life spent, intently but corruptly.
She will subtract the soldier from the war,
and seduce him softly but abruptly.
Eerie soldiers of death seek the war whore,
she turns them inside out and to her will.
The men will knock, knock, knock upon her door;
because not every soldier's dressed to kill.
They have removed their blunt minds to fight,
and advance but cannot kill to win.
This femme fatale, siren of the trench,
aspires to take the war out of men.
By Edlynn Nau
© June 21, 2016
Categories:
corruptly, corruption, irony, passion, war,
Form: Rhyme
For every war fought for petty issues
For every bullet penetrating man’s tissue,
For all the men fighting for the land they represent
Remember, that all men on earth are children of the same ancestral parent
For every drop of water we waste
For all the food we buy just for the pleasure of taste
For every grain of rice carelessly thrown
Remember, the poor child starving in lands where crops cannot be grown
For every whistle blown demeaning a woman
For all the nasty comments disgracing a woman
For all the in-humane crimes committed in lust for a woman
Remember, every man was once born of a woman
For all the money that is corruptly sought
For every innocent man, for no reason shot
For all lies, big or small
Remember, in the end, in front of The all-seeing God,
on our knees we’ll have to fall
Categories:
corruptly, inspirational, men,
Form: Verse
He hung way up high intently
Fear he delivers corruptly
Scarecrow lives only for the night
Absorbing any signs of light
Sending chills to all hatefully
Arms spreading along perfectly
Scarecrow looks down menacingly
Causing fear is his main delight
Demon scarecrow
There’s nothing peaceful seemingly
Evil comes straight through heedlessly
Fright comes to those who are in sight
Power of the scarecrow tonight
Tortures your hurt soul endlessly
Demon scarecrow
Russell Sivey
Categories:
corruptly, holiday, life,
Form: Rondeau
*This poem was written for Nikko's contest. The letters "H E A D S" weren't allowed. I won 1st place in the contest :)
Pimp, Cowboy, Gigolo willfully confirm Cook off
Vow to cook juicy concoction!
Pimp forgot cumin, Gigolo forgot flour, Cowboy forgot corn
Gigolo plotting to corruptly copy Cowboy concoction
Cowboy growling “You forging fool !!!”
Unruly Commotion!!!
Cowboy flipping Gigolo; Gigolo tromping cowboy, Pimp crying “knockout”!
Conflict fizzling…Cook Off Critic got nitpicky….Implying civility
Critic nibbling Gigolo gyro concoction…critic crying
Critic nibbling Cowboy wonton concoction…critic vomiting
Critic nibbling Pimp minty concoction…critic grinning
Pimp winking, flirting
Critic wiggling, winking, flirting
Critic confirm Pimp Cook off Victor!
Cowboy mournful
Pimp ogling!!! Glitz...Glory
Gigolo crying, “You floozy!”
Unruly Commotion!!!
Cop cuffing Gigolo to go to court
Tick tock…tick tock….Tick tock
Jury confirm Gigolo guilty!
Pimp, Cowboy, Critic go clubbing
Categories:
corruptly, adventure,
Form: Free verse
A poem's a painting of a verse
whose artist never once rehearsed
the hues that he himself conceived
for print.
For poetry cannot be taught,
nor can the perfect poem be sought--
a poet's words are not produced,
but sent.
A poem's a planted evergreen,
the likes of which no one has seen,
whose leaves are luscious and exempt
from wane.
For poetry cannot be stopped,
nor can existing trunks be chopped--
the trees of ancient planters still
remain.
A poem's a lie sincerely sold
or truth that is corruptly told,
completely clear or indistinct
when read.
For poetry cannot be wrong,
nor can it ever not belong
to life-- the two forever will
be wed.
A poet is a medium,
and through his art the world becomes
available to be perceived
as such.
A poem can never be or say
too much.
Categories:
corruptly, art, on writing and
Form: Rhyme