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My Prayer Against the 7 Deadly Sins
Lord, abet me put aside
The vain and frivolous pride
I nurture within me inside
Lord, do not allow to seed
Vicious barnacles of greed
Eventhough I am in need
Lord, erase the vanity
Revealed by mask of envy
Searing me to atrophy
Lord, shield me from glaring gust
Of humid, temperate lust
For it taints my soul with rust
Lord, allow not to gather
In my heart and mind anger
Make it lag, take it faster
Lord, let me not be clumsy
Due to frisky gluttony
Horror of obesity
Lord, shun me from insolence
Brought by putrid indolence
Rip this slough of negligence.
-11/20/2011
(Dumarao)
*reflective mood
I met them once — in Silence —
They whispered — all at once —
A Choir — of Temptations —
With Souls — in Abundance —
Pride — wore a Crown of Nothing —
And I gazed — upon the Air —
I thought — he owned the Heaven —
That never noticed — there —
Envy — leaned on Lilies —
And counted — greener Blades —
His Eyes — were two small Thieves —
That robbed the Light — he made —
Wrath — was but a Furnace —
Fed — by his own Breath —
He thought — he burned the Others —
But only warmed — his Death —
Sloth — reclined in Petals —
And dreamed — he’d crossed the Mile —
But still — his Foot lay waiting —
Upon the starting — Style —
Greed — built a golden Prison —
And locked himself — inside —
The Key — was made of Hunger —
That would never be denied —
Gluttony — kissed the Chalice —
Till even Taste — grew numb —
His Feast — became his Coffin —
His Mouth — his Kingdom — come —
And Lust — in Scarlet Garden —
Unclothed — the Soul — of Skin —
he promised Love’s Forever —
But left — the Grave — within —
I left them — by the Twilight —
Their Shadows — in the Grain —
And whispered — “We are kindred —
In Virtue — and in Pain.” —
I’m never proud of me, but I couldn’t be more proud of you
I’ve lost myself again, but what if finding me takes losing everything else, too?
I’ve never wanted anything more than to reach out and feel your touch
That will never happen because I’m not her, and it pains me so much
I’ll sit in this glutinous span of greed and desire
While my feelings turn from desperation to you burning alongside me in the fire
And I give up, because what is there left on this earth for me?
ON SEVEN DEADLY SINS
The seven deadly sins are the humans' true creations.
To live with gluttony
sexual actions digest the disruption of the mind,
gluttony is a luxuria of food.
To be lustful
lecherousness is never satisfied,
it develops into an inflamed and insane craving.
To have greed
either for money or power.
To enjoy slothfulness
to lazy about without a care in the world.
To give into wrath
feeling the wrath of a woman scorned
yet men must achieve anger,
it creates its honourable standards.
To exercise envy
never one must underestimate the power of envy,
it only leads to destruction.
To acquire pride
having pride, both good or bad,
With the bad one, there is much condemnation.
With good, there come many blessings.
Seductions of Sin
With the lusts of the world:
do I thee; threaten more?
Is this what the world has to offer;
since its originated defiance?
That set the scene for this world;
to attest and set afire,
for the rest of 'sin' to complete with such desire!
The call is strong in sin here:
am I too weak;
to resist such pleasurable temptations!?
Is it that, vainglory, do set in from the laws of God,
do I shame myself for the dishonor to self-control?
That 'sin' of the lusts now turns to otherworldly desires;
that the dark spirit brought to surmount humanity!?
Voracity, of man for the embellishing of the world,
is it glamorized in thy eye?
Being envious of what others do have;
only does it dispassionate me too?
And does, avidity, bring on our destruction;
from the wraths and vainglories of man?
I have a chance to survive when darkness has swallowed up;
the virtues that have been set out in front of humanity?
To battle, the end, when that day does it come;
is to bring great sorrows upon the world?
Lust for life, Van Gogh lost his ear,
The lust for gold by the old pioneer.
The lust for love or which we all long,
The lust for power for some so strong.
Gluttony,we yield on the guys night out,
A few more beers when it's your shout.
Eat fish n chips as you homeward go,
Just another pint, won't hurt you know.
Greed is a seed, hard not to grow,
Gathering things that you do not need.
Like the monkey with it's hand in the jar,
Letting go is too hard by far.
Sloth is almost self abusing,
Too lazy to use the gifts we've got.
Give of yourself and then refusing,
We are such a selfish lot.
Anger is always inside us all,
It lies like a simmering pot.
When we think all is well,
Up it rears and all is shot.
Envy is lust in another word,
We all 'eye' what is not ours.
They have what we aspire,
Ours if we had the powers.
Pride, we show our friends,
Glorying in their praise.
They know to what ends,
We went to get their gaze.
Sins, deadly and sublime,
and they number seven.
We all fall foul at some time.
I wonder if we'll get to heaven?
© Dave Timperley 22/01/2019
The sin of Envy-
a sin of self-indulgence
that scorns everything
one can't do or have.
Envy hates- feels entitled-
whether earned or not.
October 18, 2018
Contest: Bite-Size Poem No29 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Form: Choka 5 - 7 - 5 - 5 - 7 - 5
Infatuation with your laws
Reluctance with with your flaws
Admiration is pointless
When superiority is never less
Oblivious to your own riches
Keep adding more wishes
Now you go and guess
Unable to stop thinking, life is less
Can't accept what you can't own
A sudden change in your tone
Desire for other's happiness
Leaves you in a dark chaotic mess
The fingers are itch to hold
Fury cannot be behold
It completely darkens the mind
Leaves you painfully blind
The temptation is so wrong
Yet why the trap is so strong?
Every touch is a cold sin
And the addicts never win
An art of achieving without a hand
Slumbering in a quite land
Without a finger to lift
Desires to recieve more gifts
With hungry cold eyes
Ready to be fed by lies
No matter how much it takes
The hunger never breaks
The seven deadly sins you name
Ending in a twisted game
Shattered, busted
Broken pieces
Sinner, lusted
Crisco creases
White noise
High pitched screams
Girly boys
Wet dreams
Blood red stains
Off white gown
Pistol rings
Chalk on ground
Lethal needles
Veins blown
Better feels
Than being stoned
Strip club love
STDs
Ketamine rub
Nose bleeds
Masked face
Girl at gunpoint
Steps retraced
Blow this joint
Hep C
Painted skin
Deadly
Seven sins
He kept at it,
and woke up a band of hoodlums
Observing the ways of the moon,
calling Jane like a fool,
looking late for school,
missing cake for food,
sleeping eight by noon,
weeping for a new wave in the loo
Ademola kept at it,
and a moll lurked in fairness
If you laugh at anger and allow some pride,
You may not be quite the same person inside;
If you ignore a little greed, just to yourself,
And inspect sloth in worship as an act of self,
You’ll become lazy more often than you like,
Expecting no consequences, no laborious hike,
Back to work, concern and effortful interest,
Where you do your utmost to do your best.
If you pass over that extra chocolate drop,
And let your greed compensate for your flop,
To account for the sadness in your life and day,
Then you’ll only put on weight to dribble away;
If you shine on gluttonous outbursts as good,
You’ll only validate for your happiness, food,
Which can’t love you or elevate you into meaning,
Because it’s got no warmth, presence or feeling.
And if you have sex with too many friends, people,
You’ll never see them as sensitive and capable,
You’ll never relate to them as you could or should,
And sex will become purely physical, crude,
Which will make you jealous of others’ sex lives,
Envious of their relationships, hideouts and dives,
And anger will devour your mind to place and stake,
Everybody else as wrong, oh for goodness sake!
Thank you for coming on short notice, sir.
A drink, perhaps, before we speak of her?
No? To bus’ness then. Ending civil strife
Requires me to move against my wife.
I trust that you will note I’m not to blame
When you have heard how I’ve been put to shame.
She scolds me when I’ve had too much to eat,
Objects when I explain my right to cheat,
Upbraids me when I sleep ‘til after noon,
Laughs at my goal to own the sun and moon,
Reproves me when I covet what is theirs,
Knocks my hauteur and all my “put-on airs.”
My fury at this treatment you must see;
I need your legal skills to set me free.
1/31/2016
The Seven Deadly Sins
Seven deadly sins:
Pride, Greed, Lust, Anger, Envy,
Gluttony and Sloth.
No altruism found here;
One-way street to selfishness.
Pride, Greed...self-centered.
All goals directed inward
To please only one...
Taker-Greed grabs, swindles all;
Boaster-Pride...smug, but lonely.
Lust and Gluttony;
Human over-indulgence
Of diverse cravings.
Lust for flesh...Gluttony, food.
Both are selfish abusers.
Anger and Envy
Sad sins of self-indulgence;
They feed each other.
Envy hates...wants what it sees;
Anger hates...wants its own way.
Sloth..non-creator
lives to just breathe, eat, sleep, be.
Only take, no give.
No motion and no action.
To be; means only to be.
Seven deadly sins:
Pride, Greed, Lust, Anger, Envy,
Gluttony and Sloth.
No altruism found here;
One-way street to selfishness.
Sandra M. Haight
~8th Place~
Contest: The Deadly Seven
Sponsor: John Lawless
Judged: 02/07/2016
The Seven Deadly Sins held a conference deep within
my fragile, mortal soul with destruction as their goal.
Pride took the role of lead, but was monopolized by Greed;
Sloth paid no attention; Anger interrupted the convention;
Envy held a jealous hunch; Gluttony moved they break for lunch;
Every member knew they couldn’t trust, any suggestions made by Lust.
As the sins hemmed and hawed, Faith and Hope built a wall
around the deadly caucus, among all the raucous;
Love put a lock on the door, holding the sins in evermore
as Empathy and Charity, planted seeds inside of me.
Even though I know that they’re there, and I carry them everywhere,
As long as I remember lessons I’ve been taught, their discussions will come to naught.
Written and posted on 1/23/2016 for the Deadly Seven contest.
ACTUAL SIN OR DAILY SINS
"Actual sin is any willful thought
Desire
Word
Action
Omission forbidden by the law of God
"The chief sources of actual sin, pride
Covetousness or materialism
Lust
Anger
Gluttony or Greed
Envy
Sloth or Laziness
These are commonly called capital sins or Deadly sins
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