Long Deprave Poems
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Darkness is he, soulless totally
It's abyss he commands, desiring what he sees
In front of him stands a virgin, pure as the driven snow
For white he knows it is, upon she his darkness will show
Long haired and silken clad, his lusting eyes allure his own
Is it fear that makes her pert, or the fear of being alone
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Upon his lap she stands, so minute to his ogre mass
Her silken attire now torn, talon fingers on she he grasps
Innocent flesh he craves, to satisfy his empty soul
In his lusting abyss, his darkness will soon unfold
*~*
Petite, pert so perfect, ageing hands of his darkened past
Cup her porcelain charms, so grotesque is his grasp
Leering eyes of void, now alive to this virgins flesh
Excitement fills his wants, this maiden near total undress
A strangeness falls amidst this darkened scene
Has she succumbed, is she in the middle or has she seen
*~*
To his torso of centuries old, attention is drawn to he
Reciprocating she kisses in touch, with drooling eyes he sees
This virgin standing in front of him, allured now is she
So minute to his ogre mass, content she appears to be
*~*
Lips touching taste, eyes closed, are they in wonderment
Has she entered his darkened abyss, or is he now heaven sent
Lashing tongues, like a fencing épée now drawn
When his dark met her light, I struggle for the forlorn
Breaths are seldom apart, it's as if magnetic, they are
This join of abyss fuelled white, seems so bizarre
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Lecherousness in his tasting rush, her scent he delves in deep
This virgin, this maiden so taken, to him now she seeps
Like diamonds, her pertness rises, en-capturing her charms
So different when she stood before him, all in alarm
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Tailored they are not, such a difference in size
This virgin maiden so white, soon to be in firm cries
Thralled he now becomes, induced in his darkened dark
He now revels in his taken, amidst thighs of perfection arch
Forlorn has now become, a joining of lustful desires
Black locks now sway with delight, the dark now afire
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Positioning, seasoned they are, in joyful joining crave
Now the darkness has seen the light, in typical deprave
Sighs now resonate, amidst his darkened dingy hell
The allure of purring white, increase his darkening swell
*~*
(This atheist imagining, envisioning,
and adopting a religious stance
asper extra-marital prance
sing unsheathing ma lil lance.)
if wand whoosh,
a mollified Genie could wave
abracadabra spellbinding mine fate, aye
would rejoice beholding,
an African Queen to stave
more precious then
fine spun gold (for Josephine) to buy
time against tortured Golgotha kepi
mein kempf wracking fate, thence pave
ving a stairway to heaven
after this ivory pawn doth die
cleansing, exorcising, and flushing
infidelity kindling lover misbehave
yore (ah Jove) many
full lush blue moons ago,
when verboten fruit
yours truly didst deaf fie
temptation no amount
renouncing sin spent kneeling, this knave
scrutinizing engravure etched with blessed
"Jesus, bare naked Amazon Mary
and Joseph" motif guy
interweaved by pointed
finger of Goddess Sheba almighty
beckoned deft fiat halting joist
lowered nondescript plain rigid casket
swallowed by grave
temporally ushered whirled wide
webbed rebirth where I
received life anew breathless composure
dousing errant fellow
guilt honestly iterated, jackanapes
kneaded licentious maligned narcissistic
opprobrious philandering questing re: deprave
transgressions, whereat this gentile Jew did lie
unclothed satisfying prurient crave
ving vitiating marital covenant, now my
soul asylum anointed, via sedulous, glorious,
and fabulous Nubian enchantress deign nigh
ying celibacy decreeing
expurgating sexual crave
ving, hence thy status as Zen eternal
Eunuch (corny punster)
as acceptable punishment bequeathed
by said deliquescent, iridescent,
and opalescent dreamt up
"FAKE" pitch black Negroid hallucination
from over active imagination
me didst truly ply.
Alone within emotional wilderness
(mine) biding leisure time
January 19th, 2020
without reason nor rhyme,
yet woke with sublime
pained acute awareness,
how once prime
merrily rightful autochthonous occupants
their land stole equivalent value
not much more'n dime.
Simple man dwells admiring
mother nature's architrave
home of the free land of the brave
usurped with exacting vengeance
aboriginal happy hunting grounds,
yours truly cloistered within man cave
small medium at large eremite doth crave
indigenous tribes Europeans
did wantonly annihilate
and/or make deprave
viciously slaughtering Native Americans
nsync brutality wrecking
their idyllic enclave
foreigners forcibly corralling
subsequently did enslave
ruthlessly employing sacrilegious travesty
scattered smite stricken survivors
formidable invaders (countless
demoniacal explorers) rendered desolate
pristine unbroken woodland
deceit, guile, iniquitous
jawboning flavor flav,
whether or not ancestors (mine)
even tangentially linkedin
egregious mockery, travesty
yours truly never forgave
horrendous genocide early settlers
wrought onto indigenous peoples
hoodwinked, notoriously
thrashed "noble savage"
feigning burying hatchet until
last proud redman buried in his grave.
Similar saga countless instances played across
four corners of globe,
white man self anointed himself boss
subsequently slaying innocent lives
all in name of Christ crucified on cross
denying original rightful inhabitants
their preexisting misnamed
new found lands
invaders justified execrable massacres
on par with clearing away dross
trumpeting art of the deal (albeit) gross
and unfair, whereat decimated loss
lovely bones long since
covered over with moss.
A tale unfolds with trembling stride.
Will Russia's might, like thunder's roar,
Unleash a storm on Ukraine's shore?
Through fractured lands, a fault line weaves,
Amidst the whispers of fallen leaves,
Tread carefully, my soul, for here,
The specter of chaos may soon appear.
A land entrenched in turbulent tide,
Where histories clash and dreams collide,
A question lingers in the hallowed air,
Will Russia's tactics be laid bare?
Tactical nuclear weapons, a fearsome phrase,
Echoes of power, a world ablaze,
But amidst the darkness, let's not forget,
That hope resides, even in the threat.
Ukraine's spirit, resilient and true,
Stands firm against the ominous hue,
United they stand, a beacon's light,
Against the shadows of a desperate fight.
Yet whispers persist, uncertainty's art,
For peace, it seems, hangs by a thread so taut.
Will Russia choose a path so grave,
To bring forth destruction, lives to deprave?
Let us ponder the human toll,
Of choices made, a burden to behold,
For in this tale, lives intertwine,
And consequences echo down the line.
Oh, may wisdom guide the hearts that steer,
To seek diplomacy, hold peace dear,
To bridge divides, to find a way,
And avert the darkness, day by day.
For in the realm of uncertainty's reign,
Where destinies dance on a tightrope's strain,
Let reason triumph, let compassion rise,
And witness peace's grace as it defies.
So, let this poem serve as a plea,
A call to reason, a harmony decree,
May nations stand tall, their weapons at bay,
And let diplomacy lead the way.
The greatest deception men suffer is from their own opinions. By Leonardo da Vinci.
In a chasm of hate, shards descend,
Crystallized thoughts; their paths now bend.
Splintered and cracked in a furious fall,
Merging, dreary roads white lines extend.
Evil spirits spew out an obnoxious bawl.
Minds split, mixed with a malignant appall.
The emancipator, a beacon of brightness,
His vicious grin tightens, he is eager to crawl.
The edge of a hewn sword is uprightness.
Might is evoked by the blade's fold tightness.
When challenged, demons flinch in fear.
The sturdiness of iron arms is their politeness.
A sword, from its sheath to its gilt hilt, appears.
A valuable emblem that shines luculent clear
Advancing onward, atop an equestrian beast,
Angels sing with lyres, trusting God's sheer
Fear hunts out the wicked, trembling at least.
As the lark sings, fetch a dull cloud from the east.
The emancipator, craving God's healing, is brave.
All day long, one's life is a sumptuous feast.
In this chasm of hate, shards break the wave.
Crystallized beliefs: all paths lead to the grave
But whilst their entirety, they are on display.
Defying the darkness, smashing the deprave
The fight betwixt right and awry is still sway
As the emancipator clashes, his goal will fray.
Hope revives with each swing of the sword.
And the devils fled and were spurred away.
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Twixt life and death where few can see
there lurks a place that is not free.
Where souls are bound in endless plight
and roam inanely without light.
Re-living times that long have gone
with screams of past that still live on.
This twilight zone beyond the grave
bears witness to mankind’s deprave.
For in this hell where ghost live on
where neither life nor death has won,
alone no one can see the way
to shed their burdens of life’s day
.
Here Gods and Angels strive to tell,
assisted by few men as well,
the way that souls may break their chains
and help to free them of their pains.
But devils also haunt this place
and stoke the fires of evil’s pace
to keep poor souls within this hell
washed by the waves of devil’s spell.
It is not easy in this land
to help poor souls to understand
that they have shed their earthy shell
then guide them from this living hell.
But this, with help from souls that know,
is why some venture down below
for freeing souls tied to their past
will let them find release at last.
Indeed for those who take this path
we know the devil has last laugh
for Satan strives to fill this pool
where he alone is free to rule.
But those we help along the way
reward us for the game we play
by proving evil can succumb,
and robbing devils can be fun!
Ivor G Davies
I am convinced that any mortal man
is more aware of his invincible spirit,
more enraged than a rebel not being trampled by fear:
I can't defy death and not be lowered into that cold grave,
that deep pit where all senses and thoughts deprave
one of human glory and remind one of grievous sin!
I am the breath of a wind whiffling through treetops,
or blowing hard bringing down the gulls of storms...
I am small compared to grotesque mountains
but as mighty as an opposing will never
to be plagued by permissible guilt!
I am more afraid of a thief pillaging
than a stormy night approaching,
I value life, its sanctity, and purpose;
who kills and stains his hands
with blood can't forever hide
in clandestine aspect and walk around freely
not being tormented by his crime!
Oh, He expects mercy or leniency,
even God will declare him guilty
after a life spent doing heinous deeds;
let him the coldness of prison bars
and bitterly regret the life he chose!
I am insignificant in the sight of foolish men,
not portraying myself as worldly and potent;
more significant I am in the sight of God,
showing humbleness, not blatant and loud...
or bragging about fortunes made with a pen:
I'm very proud to be fearless and resilient!
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Grounded, Grant, Guest, Graduate, Glory, Glisten, Grass, Glare, Gleam, Garden, Grateful, Gracious...
DEVIL: Demon,Damned,Devour,Doom,Deceive,Divided,Death,Down,Dark, Dump, Derelict, Defect, Destroy, Drunkard, Drop, Ditched, Drown, Divorce, Deprave, Deform, Difficult , Damage, Dagger, Deny, Decay, Dissolve, Defiance, Dirty, Deranged, Dungeon, Devious, Delirious, Disobey, Dislike, Decline, Demanding, Decadent, Doubt, Defraud, Depressed, Drought, Demoted, Denial, Discord, Distant, Disrupt, Disturb, Disown, Danger, Defeat, Demented, Dementia, Disposed,Deploring, Despair, Disease, Dread, Disgust, Despite, Distract, Dastardly, Delete, Drain, Darn, Dishonest, Dollar, Disaster, Debt,Desert, Desolate, Distraught, Damn, Detain, Displease, Duped, Destruction, Diabolical, Delinquent...
Feb.25.2016 ^WW^
In a tale entwined with Chib,
A love perceived as true, but plagued by deceit,
Her affection feigned, insincere it seems,
For all she desires is wealth, not dreams.
Her kin, entrapped by vices they crave,
Unable to provide for her, her needs deprave,
Thus, she latches onto love's fragile thread,
In hopes material gain will fill her void instead.
Yet my love for her remains untainted, pure,
Blinded by hope, unable to fully endure,
Her heart's true intention, a secret unknown,
For I'm lost in a whirlwind, emotions overthrown.
Oh, how I yearn for love's genuine embrace,
But her motives concealed, a deceptive chase,
I must find the strength to break free,
From this web spun with ill-fated glee.
Love, in its essence, should transcend all greed,
A bond built on trust, where hearts intercede,
Though tempted by her false charms' allure,
I shall seek a love that's authentic and sure.
With lessons learned, I'll mend my wounded heart,
Steering clear of illusions, playing my part,
For a love that's sincere shall someday find me,
And in its embrace, I'll find serenity.
A land lost to the floor of the sea,
In a single day and a single night.
The land of Atlantis ceased to be;
To an ancient culture, a fateful plight.
Now resting among the tall mountains.
Not to be seen by curious eyes.
Sailed over by unaware sea captains;
A legend of a civilization’s demise.
Ten thousand years or more have past,
Vast knowledge claimed by the ancient,
Our own knowledge has not surpassed,
They strove to be omniscient.
A world destroyed by arrogance,
So it is told through the ages.
Victims of God’s abhorrence ,
As written in Plato’s enduring pages.
How did it meet its end, that mighty land;
And come to rest in its deep ocean grave?
Is the same fate for this world at hand;
Lying in our need to deprave, or greedy crave
Looking to the heavens for the clues,
Prophesies from ages past flood the news.
Our home, the earth, that we abuse,
May be a gift that we will lose.
An ancient legend and the present time,
Does it matter if we believe the legend?
If the doomsday clock begins to chime,
Our fate is ours from beginning to end.