Jezebel Poems

Jezebel

Amnesia
... or impaired memory?
Jezebel stood firm before my eyes!

Behold Her Imperial Ruthlessness!
And her bosom, harbouring bile,
Was bleached like lightning.
Arachnid fingernails mock the efforts
Of talons from revelling vultures.
Eyes pierced my brows with lasciviousness
So atrocious like the willpower of romantic gales.

And I saw her bathing in full nakedness
Upon rocks of blood,
Naked with the accoutrements of raw power.
And

The Lord was not in the Wind

He went into the mountain cave
Hoping his life from Jezebel to save
And a great and mighty wind tore in
But the lord was not in the wind.

Then the earth quaked, and the ridges heaved
But still he wasn't sure that he believed.
He feared imminent death, he felt so alone
The solid earth was full of shattering stone

Then a

The Jezebel Rondine

Raised up gooseflesh dipped in metal,
a shiver runs right down my spine;
Every emotion they enshrine,
somehow the scream helps me settle;
Please hit that double bass pedal,
I’ll throw you a devil horn sign;
Raised up gooseflesh;
They view me as the jezebel,
a black fishnet flavored outline;
With a head bang everything’s fine,
healing factor with no equal;
Raised up gooseflesh.

Jezebel

Dim lit, damp and distant corner
torn from dream of vapor’s fold.
Slow descent to worlds divided,
nothing hot and nothing cold.

Long ago this soul forgotten,
cast off in the ides of youth.
Un-forgiven deeds left hiding
beneath the stone of burden’s proof

Wait to see if fate redeems her.
Wait to hear if time repeals.
Sentence passed down just to mar her.
Word and

Marah Abbadon

In the Tale of Marah Abbadon
Whose bitter spirit is long gone,
Her mother was a jaded Jezebel,
Who cast out Marah wishing her in Hell.
In life she wandered bare terrane
Plagued by pestilence and murrain.
She dwelt in caves and holes in the ground,
The warmest homes she ever found.
Nothing ever relieved her woes,
Through desert heat and mountain snows.
Her lonesome

All's Not Well With Jezebel- My Spokenword-

words forth coming--

Jezebels Seduction

Off she took her leathery cap 
For an apparently sought nap
She had secured with a milky pap,
Her decided pillow Bob’s lap
But with her trousers’ flap
Open like Satan’s trap,
Thus, her sleep intentions making a crap
And she a target for Christian Mother’s slap,
On her head an upset father’s rap
And, sure, a child’s gossipy clap…
Between her and honesty

Jazzy Jezebel Jerry

jazzy jezebel Jerry jabbered generously 
in a jury-loving jerk-water town. 
Her jimdandy jiggery-pokery jingling 
in a jokingly jolly way, at her joyless jobsite,
jiggling jealous jobbers into a juicy jeopardy.

The Coming of Jezebel

The coming of Jezebel 

She got no good for life 
But sorrows rolls from
Her existence 

She is a nemesis 
About to fall 

Her spirits rooms around
The world 
Till justice are meant 
To serve her kind 

She is of a different brand
Yet she might be living 
With somany of us men 

She might be your wife

Jerry a Jim Dandy Jezebel

Jerry, a jim-dandy jezebel in a jerkwater town,
Jiggled her jangles, joking her jubilant ways up and down.
Juicily Junoesque and jocular, Jerry jawed with the best.
Such jiggery-pokery was soon put to this jerky town’s test.
Jailbirds jammed the sidewalks to see Jerry walk by.
Her jabberwocky jabbering gave them a reason to sigh.
A jaunty jokester with joyous absolute

Blasphemy of Course

Blasphemy of course, the blood seekers wailed.
Afraid of her God, Baal, terrified of her tantric sexuality
She was all the things they feared the most.
Assertive, calm, self-pronounced, meditative,
Thoughtful. She would turn the women into thinkers!
She was golden to their pretend silver.
Fear encouraged them to plot her demise and death
She is a jezebel, one who had been

Jezebel

I recall it was in the way you walked,
Or could it be the way you spoke?
Perhaps the way you called my name,
Or even how you smelt like an Eden garden?

Your eyes were white as the clouds,
Perhaps they were black as the coal?
That skin of yours as smooth as air, 
Smooth like the forgotten ground. 

~
I

The Jezebel Katrina

The Jezebel Katrina

It was a nasty wind that blew 
Upon the shore that day.
She howled and hissed but would not desist
She had to have her way.

She was a lady of the night
And she was dressed to kill.
She blared and she glared, and she even dared
To do the devil's will.

She made her way into the bay
Upon

Jezebel

Jezebel was a prophetess of Baal;
Her feet were rooted deep in hell.

Prophets of Baal she would wine and dine;
While killing God's prophets at any time.

Elijah, the man of God then appeared;
Killing her armies with fire and God's wrathful fear.

Testing of the true God by fire;
Proved Baal to be no God but a liar.

Jezebel, angry, jealous,

Dogs of Jezebel

Dogs of Jezebel

2nd Kings 9:30

Painting your eyes,
arranging your hair.
As if expecting a lover
to climb up your stairs.

It’s not a lover,
but death that climbs.
Calling your name,
for the very last time. 

Daughter of Baal,
doesn't your god hear?
You pray for deliverance
from judgment that’s near.

The silence of your idol
leaves you to wonder.
Chariots approach,
on wheels of thunder.

Still defiant,
with no tears

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