If God was human, would He murder, steal
like us? Or would He lie, harm, and deprave,
drug-dealing deadly, fentanyl pain pills
for middle-class America's drug rave?
Do nations like ours merit more than death?
(Are Jews entitled to kill Gaza's children
with U.S. help!?). So, ganders take last breaths,
if goslings perish amidst the few millions.
But Palestine and Jews shall both survive
unlike this Land of Bigotry, Greed, Fraud,
and Hate (of ours): for genocide deprives,
and slavery's transgression opposes God.
America's Satan's flock of false sheep,
in whose guise wolves will judgment one day reap!
In a tale entwined with Chib,
A love perceived as true, but plagued by deceit,
Her affection feigned, insincere it seems,
For all she desires is wealth, not dreams.
Her kin, entrapped by vices they crave,
Unable to provide for her, her needs deprave,
Thus, she latches onto love's fragile thread,
In hopes material gain will fill her void instead.
Yet my love for her remains untainted, pure,
Blinded by hope, unable to fully endure,
Her heart's true intention, a secret unknown,
For I'm lost in a whirlwind, emotions overthrown.
Oh, how I yearn for love's genuine embrace,
But her motives concealed, a deceptive chase,
I must find the strength to break free,
From this web spun with ill-fated glee.
Love, in its essence, should transcend all greed,
A bond built on trust, where hearts intercede,
Though tempted by her false charms' allure,
I shall seek a love that's authentic and sure.
With lessons learned, I'll mend my wounded heart,
Steering clear of illusions, playing my part,
For a love that's sincere shall someday find me,
And in its embrace, I'll find serenity.
In caverns deep, away from light,
The evil cultivators practice might,
Their twisted minds seek to enslave,
All living things which they deprave.
With chants and spells, they call forth powers,
Summon beasts to stir the hours,
Wielding magic with wicked intent,
Their evil ways they will not repent.
The darkness creeps and blackness falls,
As evil cultivators heed the calls,
Of force and fear, with demons near,
Their evilness knows no peer.
In secret places, they conspire,
With oaths and cursing to inspire,
The strength of darkness to abide,
And conquer all that's good inside.
Beware the evil cultivator's snare,
For few escape and leave a prayer,
To those who fall under their spell,
There's little hope and none to tell.
Graze by space, breathe of obsolesce
To reach ends; loose gasps espy
Down hazy firmaments crash poise
Bestrew thoughts asunder, sunk in levity
Dust fervid of the stars; it burns thee
Respite it sowed, deprave by night
Down the deep, quiet all I see
Clean of root and soot, shunned by the light
Free of respire, out with thine satire
Toy rust of age, fades a soiled visage
Prune this heart of mine, a heart ill with desire
Quelled with depths, trace mine shooting vestige
Mind illudes self, truth eludes mind
To the ends my soul travails, here my body end
-Nights wake-
The night is dead. Longs for absurdity, what’s left is a heart of fire.
The abomination of the fallen. Serotonin left astray. Beg for the long-lost magnum opus. Tear apart Librium. Sheer lust of the requisite. Where are we now?
Deprave the senses. Blind from touch, brail inherently deemed moot.
My eyes close and I see the void. I open them to see the lie.
Tears stream down my face like rivers surface in the Sahara.
Warring wounded Warriors winded,
as they stand by the blood-stained shore;
Battalions breathily bruised and bended,
as they begin to march on for more…
Evil encounters evolve and enslave,
for their conquering captains do command;
As demons devour and deprave,
decompositional defaults within their demand.
Lachrymal lonely landscapes lament,
as deceptions and illusions take control;
Edacious entombment evokes,
evil incarnates infiltrating the immortal soul…
Weapons of war wager wild,
armored ambient angels lift their golden swords;
Egocentric evil must be exiled,
as we recover and resurrect for history records.
July.10.2020
Warrior Poetry
Sponsored by~ Silent One
Placed 2'nd...Thank You
Thank you Lord,
for another day of health.
More social distancing,
accompanied by vigorous stealth.
I'm thankful for you,
and your life that you gave.
Thank you for living in my heart,
and protecting me from life's deprave.
Please give me strength,
to carry on in these times.
I pray oh Lord,
please hear me in these lines.
I know I'm not worthy,
of your love that you give.
Thank you for another day,
and this life I now live.
Woe the few brave
That fear cowered behind
Waiting to deprave
Till shots rung
Viewed as the addled
We are engulfed
We are only
The silhouette of our substance
We have been formed crudely
By the circumscribe of tyrants
But we will not be deterred
The restrictors will not dilute the glory
Of those few brave who rebuked
our transgressors
We are caged
Like animals we stalk
But we are not the egregious they seek
All they are the ones unperturbed
By their forfeited ethical standing
Soldiers that never atoned
For their precarious standing
In the voluptuous kingdom come
Yet we are indefatigable
Yet we will not forget
October 9th,2019
"Give Me Your Best New Poem" sponsored by Emile Pinet
The Earth now lay in ruins
only one survivor remained
With his final message…
he wanted to explain….
I was part of a race of humans he wrote…
who didn’t know how to behave…
Who didn’t understand what would happen
Who took more than we gave…
The things we did to this planet
amounted to nothing more than theft.
we took
and we took
and we took
and now there’s nothing left…
I thought like many others…
I could abuse, destroy and deprave her
I, too, ignored the warning signs…
I thought someone else would save her.
We destroyed the air we breathe
our rivers our forests and our lakes….
Perhaps the next people who come along
can learn from our mistakes…
How sad…for we all knew the answers
but never really tried…
Then the man put down his pen
and took one more breath…
before he died.
Cooking is sexual and senual. Naught!
I must be distraught
To give this any more thought.
Be brave
Don't cave
Just smile, wave
And wonder how someone could get this
Deprave
Or caught
Up in such a thought.
All the heat
The sweat,
The mess, and the clean up isn't neat.
To be honest this is fought
With perils I wasn't taught.
I didn't feel any deceit just over wrought
Until I sought
As an after thought
The phone book for CALL IN--CARRY OUT.
Have mercy on Many
Plenty simply have mercy
many masterminds Masterdebating
four this corruption and crime
asking all these questions?
like why mind senses the presence?
it's not like I'ma demon working for Satan
really just want to deprave his name of praise and degrade dem.
teary eyed serpents give dem power of the highest scave
i take aim like buffy just stake hunt then enslay him
kno-madds sell The Souls of the innocent cavemen
time to take a stand!! for the motherland!!
no more master behavement
The mass-steer in da bait-in
Master full of natural emotions can be blinded witts the enslavement of true inspiration
Horns Hooked to transform a chained hand
Following shepherds that lead sheep to the slave camps
High risk high stakes entertainment can't raise them in containment
Words play written in stone
no pavemen to create lanes
Justice save lamb
Words are broken to form new meaning
Through a silly guessing game of hangman
Turned over to a sexual revolution,
evolved to hijacked rainbows.
Graceless hearts deprave the mind,
a diseased façade of freedom,
to redefine every right and wrong.
Prophesied last days ushering
the Bride of Christ persecuted.
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Contest: Unsayable
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Written: 11.22.17
No Jedi-mindtricks through poetic force,
Nor married women which for blade espouse,
Will see these sexy cheeks that face divorce
Abandon Wookie looks - Adonis vows.
Unless you’ve walked a day without my beard,
And grown exhausted beating off with sticks
The throngs of Starbucks broads smooth-features feared,
Then spare me nicks ‘n cuts by limericks.
It churns my butter blue to render strife
On rare occasions when I tell girls no -
My heart’s too huge for tears, just ask my (ex) wife(s),
Thus on this face, for them, thick hair must grow.
So to my ‘mum’ and Jan who’d have me shave,
I love you both like sinks I won’t deprave.
2/27/17
My response to Jan’s limerick, found here:
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/for_phillip_and_diane_garcia___ditch_the_beard_880362
No destination locked in a cave of sick twisted racial hatred deprave
Some men wear costumes and some carry flags with crooked bent sticks tattooed on both sides
They hide behind words like white power white pride
They hide behind slogans that say certain lives matter
They hide behind words like black power black pride
Self righteous, sanctimonious, prejudice brides
They've married injustice and violence not pride
They pass to their children, no way to be saved
From no destination locked in a cave
Children are the future
Adults the past
so we all must be careful of what die we cast
GOD: Good, Goddess,Giving,Gem,Glee,Goodness, Gorgeous, Gift ,Glad, Giddy, Giggle, Greet,Grand, Generous,Glitter,Gold,Glow,Grow,Gratifying, Grandma, Grandpa, Gallant, Groom, Green, Groovy, Grace, Gospel, Grapes, Guide, Gentle, Gay,
Grounded, Grant, Guest, Graduate, Glory, Glisten, Grass, Glare, Gleam, Garden, Grateful, Gracious...
DEVIL: Demon,Damned,Devour,Doom,Deceive,Divided,Death,Down,Dark, Dump, Derelict, Defect, Destroy, Drunkard, Drop, Ditched, Drown, Divorce, Deprave, Deform, Difficult , Damage, Dagger, Deny, Decay, Dissolve, Defiance, Dirty, Deranged, Dungeon, Devious, Delirious, Disobey, Dislike, Decline, Demanding, Decadent, Doubt, Defraud, Depressed, Drought, Demoted, Denial, Discord, Distant, Disrupt, Disturb, Disown, Danger, Defeat, Demented, Dementia, Disposed,Deploring, Despair, Disease, Dread, Disgust, Despite, Distract, Dastardly, Delete, Drain, Darn, Dishonest, Dollar, Disaster, Debt,Desert, Desolate, Distraught, Damn, Detain, Displease, Duped, Destruction, Diabolical, Delinquent...
Feb.25.2016 ^WW^
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