The effort to turn back the clock,
Has gained some momentum recently.
Where those in judgement, decided against
Women, and their reproductive rights, indecently.
Now some may think that's enough . . . but nooo,
There is much more for the high court to review.
With a stated desire to look at same-sex marriage,
Even contraception, for a Christian nation to renew.
I'm afraid that this nation under God, is
Awfully fundamental to the rest of society.
While the church beckons its beliefs,
Harvesting all sorts of animus towards piety.
This cult-like orthodoxy has become twisted,
To the secular mainstream that's seen today.
Yet this minority has succeeded against a
Majority, leaving me to ask, What does that say?
Because this nation, under God, must include
Whatever God those choose to believe.
Since without that, God is diminished, and
Where freedom and tolerance are left to the naive.
Categories:
indecently, christian, conflict, discrimination, freedom,
Form: Narrative
Fannie Strumpet is a flatulent floozy
With each wiggle her rump lets out a doozy
She blows out so much gas
Foul vapor from her a$$
It's asphyxiating and makes me woozy
Fannie lets 'em rip without hesitation
When I point a finger in accusation
She points hers back at me
and laughs saying, "Phew Wee!"
I'm tempted to enact strangulation
I threatened to have the woman arrested
Indecently walking around bare breasted
She farted in my face
Through her panties of lace
I think I was infected and molested
One night Fannie was with a man she'd just met
When she tooted he left, much to her regret
Rectal fumes exploded
He screamed, "You're corroded!"
Her tail expels toxins like a gas jet
Fannie saw a doctor of proctology
She farted without making an apology
She disgusted him so
He said, "Madame, just go.
You're a noxious threat to world ecology!"
I don't fear being assaulted by her smut
She was sued; the case was open and shut
The streets no longer stink
Cuz Fannie's in the clink
For hiding lethal weapons in her butt
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Categories:
indecently, funny,
Form: Limerick
Sometimes,
in my mornings,
or in my afternoons and evenings,
or in my nights.
I imagine I can see you walking,
striding so easily,
confidently,
and bountifully.
Sunshine goes where you go
as do men’s glances
which linger,
gratefully,
often indecently,
perhaps revealing in their imaginings
the deepest doubt of all of those
the sight of such a woman as you
must sometimes visit on men;
their fear of failure.
And, sometimes,
I imagine you making breakfast for your children.
Categories:
indecently, appreciation,
Form: Free verse
Previously, all the girls, till they are grows,
Jumped on the rubber products, on the ropes.
But, to jump on rubber products, for them recently,
It even sounds very ambiguous, very indecently!
Categories:
indecently, confusion,
Form: Quatrain
A painter sits at work
he paints a bird
but it flies away
A crocodile he draws
it rises up to swallow him
A pretty girl he carves out
indecently she assaults him
A lake he paints on a wall
but it plots to drown him
A soldier he sketches on canvas
it takes a sword to cut him
He bangs tins pours paint
and breaks the brushes in anger!
All he created with paint and brush
emerge from nowhere,
arrest and detain him for life
What a mystery painter
in a mystery world!
Categories:
indecently, education, irony, life,
Form: Free verse
he appears to be a father,
The job, the children, the minivan, white socks with black sneakers, a smile and a patient way
He appears to be a father to the girl who has none,
He appears in the closet after lights out,
He appears outside the bathroom door when all else are asleep,
He appears in the living room when all else slumber,
He appears indecently exposed to the young girl who is not daughter but appears to be
He appears to be the man people name a friend,
He appears to be a man,
When in fact he is nothing more than a wolf hiding behind the skin of sheep
Eluding the eyes of those who can see but choose not to
A wolf in grandmas bed fooling no one but everyone all at once
A wolf in the forest of my life
A wolf whose fangs hang like old pictures in my memories
A wolf whose need tarnished my heart
A wolf who left not a scratch, but a gash in my brain left to fester and drain me of reality for years, years until one day I said, No. No more. Until that day I stood over the wolf not him over me and said, No.
Categories:
indecently, abuse, betrayal, childhood,
Form: Free verse
Slightly indecently
the moon was sleeping
beside me in the dark room.
There was a shift in the stance
of window. No wind either was
coming, nor going.
Should you be calling me for an
interview, be aware of the bipolar
mood swings of weather. Sometimes
it is hot, sometimes it was freezing.
If you have a sharp knife, download
it in spirit.
The tribes are fighting for drugs,
money, land and withdrawl syndrome.
There may be a toss for a run-off. A rendezvous
with tulips will make a big start. I am
tired of paparazzo. There should not be
a slide show –
of truth and lies. The situation is very
catastrophic. Whosoever wins will not
bring drinking water to parched lips
and light to dark books. Take me to
last resort of pain. I am going to sleep.
I stand tonight before the moon
and commit suicide in a beehive.
Satish Verma
Categories:
indecently, art, drug,
Form: ABC
ON LAWS AND FLAWS
All the laws of common sense do not apply to me
All of them only lamentably and lasciviously lie to me
All the rules of logic do not relate to me
All of them only serve to belabor and berate me
All the common sense in the world is of no concern to me
They only represent things I will never learn to me
I am engaged to no one nor do I plan any meaningful meeting
And any fancies I might find are unfruitful and far too fleeting
All the facts of affections have no affect on me
All my atrocious acts totally represent and reflect on me
All the policies and politics of politeness don’t pertain to me
And the concerns of consideration mean only other’s people’s pain to me
My lack of common sense is not common to say the least
While my acts of inconsideration have indecently increased
More than likely my fancies will fade as ice melts in the sun
And the anger of people I’ve harmed keep me ever on the run
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Categories:
indecently, angst,
Form: Quatrain
It is my understanding that in certain backward thinking countries
that if a woman is caught sun bathing topless publicly,
that her bare bottom will be caned for the public to see.
Sounds kind of hypocritical if you ask me,
especially if she was convicted of exposing herself indecently publicly,
but it turns out that two caning sentences she did receive.
One for her topless incident and one for her caning publicly
whereupon her bottom would be exposed indecently for the public to see.
... After the caning is complete her bare bottom is terribly scarred and bloody.
Caning Is Barbaric And Should Be History
if we truly do see ourselves as a higher evolved specie.
Categories:
indecently, angst, life, pain, for
Form: Rhyme
Uriah's bowels unraveled in the sand.
He thanked God for the gift of dying for
King David, who was master of the man.
Those Hittites never seemed to know the score.
Bathsheba was the prize that David sought,
Uriah inadvertently occluding
His royal lust, so winkling out a thought,
King David killed her husband by colluding
With his generals to make the Hittite die.
Afoam with sweat, Bathsheba grinds the King
Indecently. Beneath a yawning sky,
Uriah's writhing in the sand and gasping,
Holding his ****ing kidney in his hand.
I've never felt more sorry for a man.
Categories:
indecently, death,
Form: Sonnet
Some people think I'm crazy
But I'm not an empty suit,
Though sometimes I sound hazy
When I take that extra toot.
I don't mind if people find
My long lost indiscretions.
Errors past are cast from mind
Along with all confessions.
Priest and pastor vanities
Indecently abundant
Do reflect debaucheries
Perversely now redundant.
My politics are changing
As the years are rolling on
But I am not arranging
To become a Limbaugh pawn.
Ditto-heads are overfed
Dumb people who must flatter
Oxycontin Limbaugh led
Mysogynistic chatter.
Blubber-belly Huckabee
Is just a perfect gomer
Add to that hypocrisy
You have a fat misnomer.
Sara Palin made some hay
While daughter made a baby
Sara says "No sex, no way"
But daughter said "Well, maybe."
The daughter did cohabit
Under mother's halo glow
But randy as a rabbit
Her young lust just had to grow.
Categories:
indecently, politicaldaughter, people, daughter, people,
Form: Quatrain