Fornicating Poems | Examples

27

               27
there are twenty-seven 
ongoing wars at present
we have not evolved
we've just gotten better
at killing one other
               27
doesn't include gang warfare
we have not evolved
we don't share 
we take from one another
               27
involves weaponized rape
unbridled {torch}er
the checkered soul of the taker
we have not evolved
              27 
       mature wars
dozens more in the fetal stage
we have not evolved
we are a species of enraged takers
shameless pain pushers
the soul of slave traders
              27
       universal sins  
Where the Hell is God!
amidst all of this mess

              27 
            wars
                      civilians removed 
from resources
parched and starving
the people who start wars
nibbling caviar
fornicating
beneath waterfalls

             27 
           wars
we have enough arsenal 
to forever quiet 
our blessed solar system

             27

Peaceful Earthculture

Any soulful song
of slow grown Earth
must incarnate roundly replicating
softly supplicating
deftly duplicating
flawlessly fornicating
religiously regenerating

Wealthy win/win climatic waves
of healthy EarthTribe
FatherSun/EarthMother
mountain/valley
pole/hole
convex/concave

Well sung and wellness danced
enlightening/empowering 
political/ecological raves.

Soulfully singing
left/right bicameral winging
slow dancing scribes
recircling EarthTribe sacred praise.

A Pound of Flesh

Do not be diabolically deceived by this entity called ‘Love’, and the Blue Jewell we call Earth. For both of them work in unison to capture their prey, like a Venus Fly Trap. Some will die a thousand deaths, before a pound of flesh must be given to escape their succulent snare. As we are being dissected by vultures beneath a brilliant blue sky. Holding hands in the park before the unforeseen quenching quicksand, as it hungers in the distance. Fallaciously fornicating…to release more life, a pound of flesh must be served. There are many piercing pleasantries that excite the exotic eye, each to allure its victim, as we watch the clouds caress the mountainous view. To whom the bells toll, a pound of Flesh for your soul…




why does love exist?
for only to meet its death
under the blue sky





April.27.2019
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4.) Pound of Flesh


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Bones of a Feast

Trash night
our street is lined with
overflowing garbage cans
because you have to pay x-tra
to have unlimited pick-up
the poorer class stack their trash to overflowing
the mouths of the cans propped wide open,
like a wino purging last nights glass-
     The raccoons will move in
toppling cans -have a grand feast,
the remains of which blow into my yard-  
and let me tell you:
this is one 
junk food munching
fornicating
unpaid bill delaying
***** reading
corona drinking 
mans avenue.
but I don't mind picking up after them...
the racoons

The City

My prison is a chain link fence
Beneath the neon lights
The sky bleeds blood orange
And dogs bark at metallic monsters

Crossing over the dirty bridge
Watching a dead bum float in the river
Next to a fornicating couple
Drowning in vodka and cocaine

Find release in the dingy clubs
Where drug dealers sell math books
And schools deal in fentanyl
For princes and prima donnas

Escape all of that to die by gunshot
By gang warfare or school shooters
The city's a haven for the callous and craven
And that's all before the sun rises

Judgement People and Haters Rhyme

Judgement People and Haters Rhyme

Hate me cuz, M I ain't great;
Hate me when I'm a minute late;
But your here not working, standing here straight;
Judging me people judgmental;
Ya can't even boil hot water yourself in a burning kettle;
Juz as a Hippocrates
Judgmental false profit;
No regrets, yet, I still wish you be blessed;
Ya hate me cuz I waz born;
Hate me before and evermore;
I ain't Juz like ya Boy;
Judgmental people and haters;
Three thousands years same ole debating;
the only rights is all your wrongs;
Ya kill time one time, but time gon kill ya;
Hope your holding on to do ba;
Nothin left but a silents Hallelujah;
Facilitate your witness cuz ya ain't nothin;
Stop all this judgmental hatred and cussin;
I've got a job ya hateN;
Got couple children ya hateN, unmarried out their fornicating;
Got your nerve Ya judgmental people and haters hating;
Let him without sin cast the first stone;
Better git git it right before you git to heaven;


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Seed of Destruction

Father of all bombs when dropped 
five times greater than the mother 
Where a fallen angel's dance begins 
fornicating with matter darkening subjects 
through and through dimensions opening a porthole 
Acting a tough guy with your orange face 
shows little wit as one peace maker 
gives a bloody nose to politics to say the least 
To this sinful act of heresy that's displayed under lies 
in provoking war with the show of strength and power
Blind becomes your weakness 
Takes more than courage to grow a backbone 
to be humble aggression is by deeds done 
under one sign of weakness shows where the insecurity dwells 

co written by Liam and Bobby McDaid
our joint opinion on a certain matter our world has become filled with evil slave masters rising to power under mass human sacrifice

English Trifle

An ambitious luscious wedding cake
To share with friends and family dear 
I shall happily endeavor today to bake
With the purest ingredients, nothing fake
Only the best I vow to make
It will absolutely smell devine
A taste so precariously sublime
Made with beans of purest cocoa
A heavenly scent to drive guests Loco
One side for the stunning bride
Will have roses crafted with pride
 The chiseled chin groom an iron horse
With a silver cross , of course 
Layers and layers filled with English trifle
Vanilla pudding intercepting lady fingers
hints of brandy, not so strong to stifle
Pure whipped cream  laced through this dream
Topped with shaved chocolate ringers
Red raspberries and lush blueberry
Reminiscent of fornicating an imagined cherry
Placed in proper spaces to gently rest
All the invited, super hyper excited guests
Will certainly be impressed, practically obsessed 
After they harmoniously relished the taste and scent
Of the most gloriously embellished wedding cake

Catch In a Net

A semi shriek of an atom bite should never be viewed as the submission of a rug. For rugs wear earplugs, and belts with chains. Very heavy locks can also be located in that type of wirey loops. Fabrics can change and alter through time correction. Using battling beans and chips to dip and slurp can simply not be the answer. It is too generalistic you see. And sweeping crumbs can often uncover missing gems that sparkle. Lewd is the miscommunication and misjudgement of the shrapnel falling from miscellaneous guns. And weary not. And wear not. And weave not. A giant battling bee bomb. Buzz buzz buzz. Extract fuzz. Great. Or not so great. It is deemed less necessary to eat a bacon slice that is not fully cooked. For too much slob is no good for the handle on a door. Gated guarded grating girths. And a fortification of a fibre. Giant slopes where pods are arranged. Oh how wonderful. Wow. And a fornicating hedgerow is neither a fish fork nor a ladle when painted in oils. Italics itemised innermost inherited inhabitants. And of course the passing of nineteen cuttlefish in a sky burst is a scented form of communication through lines of fins. Good. Harmonisation z

Trap

Colours chatting. Charts cantering. Divine decanters are in no way an explanation in a bowling alley or on a pool table. Snooker a sock. And land in nets. Flashing flesh fishing faint frog eyed frames. Google stared. Fornicating with a fingerless unisex wandering cue. Very upright. Rigid body. Wow. How rather radical then. However a peapod in a ballet dancing costume could wreak much havoc on a bombed table painted green. Such gravitational quality. Weary wap I'm a tight organisation says a mop with a bucket sailing on the a54. Trade deals drape divinatory domineering deans. And deans are daring demonic dragonflies who hunt in large packs. So always aim true. And get the angles correct. Measure. To be sure of a knock down. Pocket a pocket a pocket a pick. And ten to the dozen. Drowning. Tick tap tapping trap tape. And a very long luxurious tapestry in a bath. Informational purposes. Poliomyelitis z

Infiltration Inks

Hop skip jump laugh and dance then for fear feeds fragile fornicating frogs. And as spots are squeezed and pus ejected. The falsities beneath are plainly on display. No more hiding in boiled bumps. Serving stewing stakes stairs stained stares. Minding the ever increasing corners of protruding print processions. Flags held high. Over twenty thousand feet. But no boots in sky paths. And no grass coloured cloud could ever play a clarinet. Now before I eat an egg with toast I must clarify one thing. The radius of a fridge freezer is measured only by balancing pillows on one's head and playing monopoly with the cupboard doors. Drawers are excluded. Denied access you see. Due their un orderly ways. It is very disrespectful to the spoons. Hook then a towel. And spear sausages. Goodbye and goodnight. Many eras. Many moons. Many mandalas. Haha candlelit  tables dancing in mid air. Haha hows the horse? Hmmm indoctrinated intoxicated introverted ignorant insect. And a beef cutlet wit melon jus. *** institutionalised z a big Z

Moons Moo Moving Mmmmm

A moon I neither a neighbours' temple or a spoon and the taking of squared items is highly insignificant. Understand that the forest is rather busy right now and fornicating with large leaves is just soooo unwise. And also the raking of a very large field is simply not in line with a booted skirt. And of course five elemental pickled is a salad bar. Such is a bar of chocolate on a plane. Jiggling jogging jumping. No hahahaha today but not a pie of poisonous dew. Nor a dodecahedron or a dodecahedral ok now paisley patter of laparoscopic viewpoints said a strawberry sandwich in an apron. *** trailer training tents tentatively xxxx contraimplications xxz x p w xxxx

Desires

Wherever you go, wherever you hide
Like an unstitched thread, they tangle behind,
Leaving a foul smell of hopes dried
Making you feel shy sometimes, 
Letting you judged by unknown eyes,
Desires, they don't die

Cut off the strings with sharp morality,
Or burn it with the chants or prayers,
They are infinite and they are undying,
Growing on each mind,
Like parasites they survive,
After all those are desires,
Desires don't die...

Then we hide them deep inside,
Try to bury them alive in minds,
With flags hosting high of sacrifice,
we become martyrs in our own eyes.
But like ghosts of unfinished lives
They haunt our naïve minds,
And possess those of weak kinds,
But they don't die

Helpless souls follow the trails,
Lured so much to recognize veil,
Desires so cruel but so clever,
Turn us into something we wished never,
And then when finally they win,
with instruments of petty merit or mere sin,
fornicating with our now “impured” minds,
give birth to new desires,
But never to die.

Dumb and Blind

I didn't always envy Hellen Keller,
With feeling one end on a string
Has no answer to a warm bell laughing.
Having felt luscious bullets in times of grace,
Like sweat fornicating on its face,
Or heavy jubilee with disconnecting -
Erecting with joy no covers in space,
Not knowing of another sister or mother,
Each other willingly sparing no glee,
But to be amused by perspectives of me,
Torn between differing glittering
Under fades of shades.
How not to mourn? But celebrate!
And see smiles on poor creatures!
Nonsense -
I never envied Hellen Keller until now.

Dark and Mystical

The sun-deserted earth, darkness night bears
A small way in the trees, easy to walk in there
Where there's a cemetery not so old in years
Where spiders crawl and serpents slither
The sands of time have seen it wither.

Dark storm strikes down the grass with rain
Two lovers, young and lush, pranced unchained
Pulled by the desire and the passion not drained
Lost in each other’s eyes, chaos in skies insane
Come to the Gothic Gate for shelter under a crane.

Heard voices of starving souls needing their fills
The lovers make a devilish wish with thrills until
The gate opens wide to enter at their free wills
With joyous cries of making love, their shadows spill 
Fornicating in graveyard, ravenous souls on kill.

Lying on the ground, feeling the weather’s chill
The rain stops, they see star-stitched sky refilled
Waning moon above, their passions sing and spill
Can’t see the ravenous world around waiting to kill
Hands came up from the ground, the lovers killed.

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April 9, 2014
Form: Quintain - Monorhyme
The words Darkness, Moon, Shadow, Star, World are used
Third Place win
Contest: Dark and Mystical by Shadow Hamilton

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