Iniquitous Poems | Examples

DayShell

I can be, but have never been, iniquitous.

                   Trailing off 
                      in
                 Endless gaze,

     A thousand-mile glare,           
       
                 returned to 
                    sender.

A hundred-thousand-kilowatt smile,

                  in repugnant   
                         desire.

    Frigid Rocky Road 
  and World-Class Chocolate
            companions.

Held,
          suspended 
    abreast,

One-hundred-and-nine-degree 
                         heat.

This rotten,
         vicious,
             and offensive prohibition
             persists.

      One must die 
                  for the next to exist.

C- A-ll I-N -Earth's Firstborn-Murderer

I will--Aptly Indulge--the truth, with
self--Apply Inscribed--words that wills
from--Ageless Issued--passed down
via--Ancestral Inheritor's.--A Mother's
prayer,--Apostolic Intercessor--over
power &--Abolish Intruding--snipers of
reality.--Almighty Immune--me from 

those--Always Iniquitous,--spitters on
prophesy,--Awards Injustice,--be wary
of this--Advancing Incursion--in mind's
full with--Attempting Insights--of Hi-Tech
designs--Algorithm Ingenuity--and form
of all,--'a i',--checker/plagiarizer. Beware
the claimant--Another I--it's NOT me.

Critterature: The Dread Letter U

If you've been keeping up,
Those who've read me will see
I've been writing 'bout animals
Alphabetically.
They've all behaved well,
Made their entrance on cue,
'til at last I arrived at the dread letter "U".
Letter "U" proved a challenge I couldn't defeat,
After trying and trying, I admit that I'm beat.
The names that I found seemed a bit too absurd,
Like uakari, urutu, and umbrella bird.
Instead, I'll endeavor now to employ
A device that I hope everyone will enjoy.
Not literary art in any high sense,
But a pretty good example of literary license.
My "U" category has villains like these:
Midges, mosquitoes, ticks, flies, and fleas,
Then spiders, and dust mites, and gnats, if you please.
I'll stop naming them here for the list would be endless.
It's no mystery to me why these bugs are so friendless.
It's poor social skills that make them iniquitous,
But lucky for me…'cause they're also U-biquitous.

A Familial Condition

Disgruntled, they come to me as bit-parts
ripped from black and white movies.
Mad aunt Anastasia, who should have been a nun,
one of her hands would refrain from touching her,
the other has been long carried off
by wolfish priests.
The Holy Ghost has pickled her in a jar,
she now floats between worlds.

Uncle Sean, the iniquitous Maître D'
looming above a meaty cleavage,
he who flambéed Steak Diane
with a slyly sapid leer,
poured cognac,
then after the salacious hunt,
triumphantly decanted his thirsty+ lusts
into any grateful woman
whomever.

Cousin Tommy died early,
but not before he had burnt through
the Old Testament.
A brimstone disorder gnawed his innards,
left him lacking normal human kapok,
kept him bubbling until a self-inflicted wound,
blew out his brains.

There are cousins removed and living,
who disassemble themselves, with zealotry,
or ennui. None took the middle way,
none quietly settled-in
to live a life of unremarkable normality,
trysting the nights away
with damp-stained regrets.

Like larks’ tongues, they sing in the invisible.
They reside in the far reaches,
until dark angels flame out
in their berserker eyes.

The Mores of Morays

Why would God give moray eels
A life wherein they live concealed
In a beautiful, bountiful, rapturous reef
Merely to cause the nearby fishes grief?
When the moon and stars shine deep at night
Giving profiles to fishes in background light,
The morays watch and wantonly wait
Until their prey cannot escape.

Are morays just spokes in God’s wild wheel?
Do moray’s consciences not guilt feel?
What is their purpose? What is their ploy?
Is it just to consume those they destroy?
Where is their justice? Where is their joy?
What gives morays the right to annoy
Nearby fishes and affect their fates 
While they wantonly lay in wait?

Why would God create such evil creatures
When others’ fates fear their cruel nature?
And why keep morays in ravishing reefs? 
Do these evil eels provide the reefs relief?
Is a mindless moray like an inane man
Who bends people’s mores when he can
To languish their lives and besmirch their souls
Just to achieve his iniquitous goals?

Diwali

Illuminate light 
To dispel out the darkness
Enjoy the season.


Destroy the evil
With  powerful Sword of truth
Which lies within you.


Make the entire world
Free from the iniquitous
Live delightedly.


Make the prosperous 
Entire moment of your life
Happy Diwali.

Through Bigoted Eyes

As imperfect humans, we judge perceived on what our eyes see
It's a mistake many of us make, and not based on a heart's purity.
A trait that shows we are prejudiced and biased against others
of different races and religious beliefs, of our sisters and brothers.

We were all created in the image and likeness of our Father, God.
To realize a person's value, we must look deeper than their facade,
but we label people by appearance without personal interaction.
Iniquitous of our subconscious to let outward looks be an attraction.

Were that all eyes were blind to a beautiful face or a muscular form
we would treat each other with a demeanor more pleasant and warm.
Too often we don't bother trying to learn what's in a person's heart
before our minds tell us, "I'm going to tear this unworthy one apart."

Shouldn't we look past a person's age, or unappealing physical features?
To hold that against them makes us small-minded, bigoted creatures.
We're guilty of doing a disservice to good people if we fail to perceive
what is undetectable to our eyes. First impressions often tend to deceive.


January 8, 2023
The Way We Look Contest
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker

Ubiquitous

Ubiquitous, they’re everywhere you look
Ridiculous, each page of every book
Umbilicus, they bind us like a tether
Precipitous, in haste, like nasty weather
Iniquitous, they’re tossed about in curses
Injurious, their aftermath needs nurses
Litigious, regardless loss or win
Like Sisyphus, we’re forced to start again
Ubiquitous, sometimes it seems absurd
Ubiquitous, our poorly chosen words

—————

for the Unburden a “U” Word Poetry Contest
theme of “Ubiquitous”
sponsored by Constance La France
written on 11/8/22

An Unholy Pew

A.I.’s coming my brothers and sisters.
In fact it’s so already here
So sit back and enjoy the ride while you can.
Without trepidation or fear.

Governmental mistrust, it divides us
Religion caused, terror is rife
The purest religions are those doomed to fail
Do we need such a crutch in our life 

Media controlled mis-information
A plandemic brings folks to their knees
Their aim is complete subjugation
Disguised as a viral disease

Spread the lies of the monied elite
Have them think that we’re saving each other
Locked down in compliant control
‘Til we fight tooth and nail with each other

There’s a world of mistrust rightly earned
Satan seems to be never too far
From the iniquitous music system
To scandals extreme near and far

So, care for the state that you’re in
The state you’re in, cares so for you
As your Country and also the World
If you’re part of the Elitest few

‘Cos Silicone Valley and the powers that be
Are here, for to serve only you.
Or is money their God and corruption their game
Sermons read from an unholy pew.

Black Love

Black Love

Black Love is a very darkest hue,
owing to
The absence of iniquitous
or 
The complete absorption of throbbing

Black Love is the core within oneself,
The marrow of the hearts and as much as brawn to parade
All agonies laid and vaunted ebullience abundantly 

Black Love is worshiping the pyramids of immolate the triumph of greed
And bestows temperance,
adorned in the walls of life
And balancing bits and pieces of sweet and sugar 

Black Love is the mother that hold 
prayers for deliverance
Much beloving and nurturing all her cubs
O' she lullabied us, she fed us
And her milk is philtres for lives

Black Love is a spoiled, wilful child
He whimpered in his nightmares and
All his vehemence bloomed in her womb
Shadowed in fortified and loved but
Remained a spoiled, wilful child 

Black Love is a Lover
Soul yearn
Feet yonder
A glimpse of him
Maybe a little love...

As the Beast From Hell Runs Back To Her Alcohol

"AS THE BEAST FROM HELL RUNS BACK TO HER ALCOHOL."


I look at her and know:
If she had been 
loved by her mother 
during those nights 
without the sun, 
if she had been 
loved by her father 
during those days 
without the moon, 
she would have lived 
with a heart full of 
love to give.
she questions God 
and wonders why 
her daughter searches 
through gnats 
of the night for 
doves of symphony.

she destroys her 
daughter like her 
mother destroyed her.

when I asked the beast 
from hell if she felt 
remorse for her 
iniquitous version 
of love toward her 
daughter, 
she replied:

"if the bi??h is going
to do it to me, I'm 
going to do it right
back to her."

the beast once told 
me that her mother 
would hit her in the 
face leaving bruises 
and marks.

I once asked the 
beast 
from hell if she 
thought 
she was an exact 
copy 
of her mother.

she said, "I'm 
nothing like my
mother!"

I wonder if her 
daughter with marks 
and bruises on her 
body and face, 
would agree on this 
Easter weekend.


by: Chicano Eddie
4.21.19

The Anchor

It's All In
" The Anchor "
By Tom Wright
8/1/00

For so long,
many travel iniquitous waters under billowed sails.
Tumultuous waves are ever present,
and they take on water.
Many, journey into the corners of each day's unfamiliar,
 desirous of a calm sea while posing the question,
does hope exist?
Are there no untroubled harbors from the anxieties of life?
What must they do to keep their vessel upright
and not adrift?
The answer is quite apparent and lies in The Anchor,
rather than in our adroitness.
Like another Jonah, our life must be the offering.

Untitled

Was it so extraordinary?
I fell for your buffoonery
You reach for me again and yet 
I seem to lack the empathy
The one who brought me joy 
Became the bane of my depression
The days when I was gullible
Spectacular to mention
Thinking of you now 
Makes our time seem so iniquitous
Eureka how I feared you!
So uncouth and so ubiquitous 
The time has passed somehow
And now we’re only stronger for it


5/13/18
joined PoetrySoup:5/11/18
first poem: Back and forth nonsensical

Elsbeth

Elsbeth

sinuous little pad foot
essence of dark design
twilight has released you
out of my back door.

bathe in black,
as it floods paradise
swirls with night sound
just beyond the porch light.

in that field of mustard
your iniquitous enemy
snickers wispyly
safe in an earth ship

sit still as pyramids,
a bastet,
proud familiar, not one gleaming tooth
would touch the boor tonight.

No Way To Fly Up

very strong in mind 
                                          iniquitous self design 
                                          soul's out of heaven

                                          self catch twenty two
                                        dying declaration tears
                                            no way to fly up

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