Febrile Fog obfuscates palimpsest varnished promises..
Naysayers hoodwinked... deluded players peeling layers..denuded..
Deafening din of our chagrin...
Espoused by rabbles roused by mandarins’ sins..
Tarnished...pampered pilferers pickpocketing public purses...
Deploring the warring cacophony of citizens curses..
Ignoring the boring nagging nadir of nurses...
Corporate castles built without stilts on hourglass sands..
Placards versus lanyards..
Culprits preach parsimony from privileged pulpits..
Civic critics.. protests...pyrrhric..?
No tut tuts..relax…gluts of tax cuts for property sluts..
Licentious larcenists..lust for boom then bust..
Lavishly lacing our lives with lies..
Yet the more we holler...hanker..
Murky truths get darker...muckier.. starker..danker..
Avaricious arsonists torching our cries of why...
Leave us lolloping in a regret & forget.. leaking latrine...
Reeking of what could & should have been..
.
no
'tweren't the shadow
'twere her flesh through
that yellow
frock
dang wind press'n hern
whilst
thuh sun
color'd her flesh
through her
cotton drape
fill'n mine eyne
with
new
think
az she scurry'd through
the daisiez
hide'n ourn licentious
hern lope'd
home
O lady, banish my monochrome days
and weave your coppery threads into
a dim red florescence of coyote words;
There you stand draped in beige chiffon
against preternatural piety of a striptease sea
continuously playing with Prussian blue pastels.
O lady, gallantly unleash your plump cherubs
and licentious cats with that timeless witchery
of a vanilla Guerlain perfume dart;
Throw a dusty rain-soaked rose, Madame Pompadour;
I am flying into another sugary abyss of setting suns
and Fragonard silks of flickering coral.
Is it the fighting of heavenly dragons? Is it Boucher's
brushstrokes that bring us April showers
and the music of irises and champagne pearls?
.
if i'm asked to rein mine
licentious
regard
mine tap
uv the auburn
draping hern
princess
hern emerald
beam
thick twixt
hern
digits
uv hern
digits
inciting hern torso's
orbiculars
i just cun't
i meant
can't
.
“
Do
You
Know
Phrase
POETIC
LICENSE
Now that
I’ve used
So much
They call
Me . A
Poet
Licentious.
My toughest tests are over,
and now that things have slowed,
I find myself quickly sliding,
into Christmas vacation mode.
IIt’s a shame you’re not with us,
everywhere we go,
because we could pretend,
that there was mistletoe.
A chorus, In the food court
asked, “Mary did you know?”
And the mozzarella, on my pizza,
seemed a symbolic snow.
The traffic to the mall was CrA-crazy,
the Uber moving glacially slow,
what we could have done, with that wasted time,
would have been sublime - under some mistletoe.
With my agenda slack, I’m almost packed,
I’ve got a thistle of something stowed.
And one of the things it will be swell to delve,
are the licentious uses of mistletoe.
You Go tu Bed and Then
8/31/2023
What makes you think that the sun, you’ll see tomorrow?
Few inhabitants of the earth know that ….such sorrow..
.
To be grateful for this very, crystalline minute,
That sparkles with the sunlight of tomorrow in it.
And, yet~ your God can cease your hearts beating.
And send you to His arms quickly fleeting.!
He sees every single thought you write.
Will you read it all to Him in the moonlight?
Do you pen-things that inspire, or to create licentious desire?
How different our poetry might be, if humanity, we did inspire.
May we rise and smile in the morrow’s sunny afterglow .
And pen from the best of our hearts, not just a base ego show.
Prompted by Tom Cunningham's poem 'If Only Dreams Came True.' A reverie about the demise of Putin. Thanks for the inspiration, Tom.
Tis true that sometimes history is repeated
Putin and Rasputin were cruel and conceited
Both were quite licentious
Vulgar and pretentious
One now lies dead, the other must be defeated
Rasputin was a political saboteur
A diabolical trait of Vlad's, to be sure
Despised by his own nation
Death by assassination
A more barbarous death for Putin, I'd prefer
Now his broken tail bone is in need of repair
I hope he's worried and wary, because I swear
My anesthetizing gas
Would rid the world of his ass
Fulfilling the prayers of people everywhere
"Even him did outlandish women cause to sin." Nehemiah 13.26b
Even Solomon.
A fame torn apart
a name blotted
honor dissipates by mere act
the villain, women,
The Victim Solomon,
The acts, Lust.
bevies of licentious libidinous passerby
in ambuscade hunting destiny
Even Solomon,
Reputation buried in-between thighs
A king captured
Indelible stigma
women got him.
Even if she were a whore
With a visible moral sore:
The licentious from her jaw,
Largely The Deprived or poor,
A fool seeming to the core,
On all days A Bore
But broke A Toothless Law,
You mustn’t her on paper draw,
On her invective pour
Nor bang on her door…
These, a raising of dust and more,
For The Law silly defenses would floor.
V- iolence found in the hand of one who claims
“I- must be god!”
O- watch your back when you think you can attack the
L- iving God.
E- veryone will bend. You drop to your knees, loudly weeping.
N- ettles of your own making. Would that you
C- all out to Jesus, who can free you from
E- ternal damnation. This is a clear warning. Change direction.
10/26/2021
And from the days of John the Baptist until now the kingdom of heaven suffers violence, and the violent take it by force. Matthew 11:12 NKJV
Benson commentary from biblehub.com:
The spirits of men are so excited and animated by a desire after this kingdom, that it is, as it were, attacked like a besieged city, men of all sorts pressing to get into it, with a violence like that of men who are taking a place by storm. As if he had said, “Multitudes are flocking around me, to be instructed in the nature of my kingdom; and some, who were formerly of most licentious characters, and looked upon as utterly unfit to be subjects of the Messiah’s kingdom, are resolutely set on enjoying the blessings of it.”
Significance, magnificence, noncoincidence
elegance, eloquence, grandiloquence
effervescence, prepubescence, convalescence
quintessence, fluorescence, omnipresence
What makes these kind of groupings pleasing
It's not you, dear read, I am appeasing
Nor am I in any way illicit or licentious
~ As I take full advantage of poetic license
In an ol’ deserted village in the wild wild west
Stood only the wreckage of flattened log cabins
Where a young cowboy came to take some rest
As the sinkin’ sun tinged his silken cinnamon skin.
His dark tan horse stood still amidst the settlin’ dust
Through which approached a riding rancher rough
For the cute cowgirl to satisfy his licentious lust
So the enraged cowboy forced for a duel in a huff.
At the edge of the dry prairie in the gleam of twilight
The two confronted each other, both duly thinkin’
“I’m gonna win for her this formidable fight”
But the cowboy knew how to act as fast as lightnin’.
From his hand flew in a flash the shot like thunderbolt
Found the surprised target in the blink of the eye
As he delivered instant death from the revolvin’ colt
That was the way the guy of the ranch chose to die.
January 30, 2021
Contest : Cowboy Poetry
Sponsor : Line Gauthier
Lines have meter and rhymes,
Licentious words sometimes,
Lusty humor—low brow!—
Lewd, about well-endowed
Ladies and gents, not shy,
Leaving me shocked. Then I
Laugh out loud. I can’t lie!
October 23, 2020
Poetry Contest Title: Pleiades 3 Placed 1st
Sponsor: Joseph May
Sun stops not for twilight to shine
Nor abysmal darkness to wane.
Moon stops not for hasten waves to tender
Nor licentious dreams to render.
Spring stops not for lazy lilies to bloom
Nor lone nightingales to gloom.
Life stops not for sparkling memories to return
Nor cupid desires to spurn.
Death not stop for none to mop a life
Nor some to cleave their strife.
Time stops not for puerile minds to wonder
Nor sapient sages to ponder.
So stops not, but fill your cup of happiness
Not with grief, but truth and holy kindness.
Date : 18-09-2020
Contest : COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE (11)any form any theme
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