Long Obscenity Poems
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I know I'm really tired
I just don't want to sleep
I guess I'm just really wired
Dreams will make me weep
I'm scared to see those things and sounds
Locked deep inside my brain
Make me sweat and wriggle around
Makes me think that I'm insane
Rational thinking is the cure
Its easier said than done
When your thoughts are so obscure
Rationality is to far gone
Stay awake with my relief
Is the action I shall do
My inner thought bare belief
Share them all with you
Anger resentment on oneself
Is a starter just for ten
Nice and calm me sat on the shelf
It's happening all too often
Guilt that burns within ones soul
Is hotter than volcano lava
Need to find the deepest hole
And cool it like a bottle of cava
Worthlessness is another one
But how can this be the case
For advice i give to everyone
But I can't keep up the pace
Failure is the biggest thing
It hits you like a rock
Needing help is so belittleing
You want to crawl into a sock
I could of said an obscenity
In that last verse of course
But this I say with sincerity
I will get back on my horse
These feelings now I've let out
Are because I'm so upset
So I write in form or shout
To be infront of the net
Glad to be on this mortal coil
Walk head high once again
Get sleep at night with no spoil
Black dog inflict no pain
Goodnight "sleepwell"
I spent my day shopping for rubies
Choosing between such bold beauties
Rosy reds, blushing with enthusiasm
Glowing so profusely, as if it’s phantasm
There were hues of timid pink and cherry
Vivid arrays of crimson that seemed so merry
I lost my head amid the sparkling treasures
Sensing inspiration amongst these pleasures
Reflections of wisdom were filling my reveries
Enlightenment whispers across gentle memories
I yearn for the moments when I caught sight
Of that exquisite gem so lovely and so bright
Magnificent joy soothed my senses with serenity
Causing my heart to realize this could be obscenity
Mysterious warmth breathed into my very soul
Blowing passion and promise that would make me whole
There wasn’t a doubt about this stone’s ability
Caressing my spirit with the assurance of nobility
Dreams were unleased where once was catastrophe
Living feeling opened doors to hearts blooming bashfully
Flourishing words came into my thoughts and plans
Reminding me of someone who had such strong hands
Their spirit danced with insight and warm enthusiasm
Within their nature there could be no genuine sarcasm
I assure you that I soon discovered the perfect jewel
One that would send ripples of thrills to make one drool
There is a certainty that this gemstone will stay with me
A dazzling reminder of how light and love always agree
First Line Prompt - 3 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Julia Ward
June 5, 2020
Still Life For Words in G Major
Our slippery searching years peel away,
From a central pulsating rind beating fast,
Which glistens like a deep sky beam of green fire,
Emitting unseen filaments with tiny balls of sap,
Crowning their peaks with a watery white bulb,
of time mixed with multitudes of naked mirrors;
Our unique human voices swim now in cloudy rivers
Like fish that have been thrown back after the hook,
Old dead friends haunt me as the stars outside
Continue their eternal dust dances in the dark,
They shake my hand as they manifest bodily,
With youthful stubborn ardor and unwrinkled skin,
To past minutes and forgotten hours,
Now digested like last night’s roast left on the stove,
By dead friends now holding flowers in a sullen graveyard,
That big green obscenity splashed with naked sun,
Peeling away from the core, the central pulsating rind,
The inner turning eye of the subcutaneous heartbeat.
STAINS IN THE SANCTUARY ®
From the obnoxious obscenity
To the unorthodox immoralities
Personage of the perpetual Pentecostal pimps
Poisoned-Chalice in the mouth of a praying prostitute
Even the grey has not yet embraced self-control
Not too old for the renowned foolishness
Boys on the roll-call of Hades
Evade the tracks to your reserved seats
Searching for gadgets and toys rigorously,
Cruise choirs and programmes for ravishing beauties
Scavenging for pleasure instead of hunting for God
Scoop yourself from the hitlist of hell
Symptoms of residual sickening sins
Cling to the sleeves of church teens
We limit our emphasis on their actions
But forget to deal with desires behind the actions
As long as the patient peeps sat up
And maintain a positive confession
We cross over the realm lifting vain hands
But beneath the sheets patient is hemorrhaging,
Dying before our very own eyes
Dressed up in unblemished white linen
The church bleeds underneath
With sexual urge and high obsessions
Patient trapped in a vacuum
Just as much casualties of war as their buddies
Who died in the East Heracles,
War of immoralities rages
From the pews to the pulpits
Many Lazarus' raised but not loosed
While we raise and loose Judas'
Even from the altar of intercessions
Religion the painkiller ingested by the church
Only numbs the pain hiding the sickness cause
In need of deliverance is religion
On every soul to come loosed we will wait
Even on our knees with supplications, SOS
The greater the sore the more lengthy the recovery
But we will heal from the marrow
A projection from the outer body we'll witness
Because Christ cometh for a bride without blemish.
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © 2016.
The unveiling confusion, infirmity,
the stars align with impunity.
To mock with signs
for seasons maligned in perpetuity.
The whore gives a peep-showing
no integrity, no humility.
The curtain draws open triple x,
Priestess in bold neon, font
sirens of the Media Multiplex
singing, dancing in seductive song.
Stars of staged and screened.
Alien dialect, speaking ambiguity,
all Nightmare at Christmas season long.
Oscars Wilde nativity clip clip scene.
Selling vintage vaults in Lots of salt,
veins of carotid archery,
Taught high strung looking back,
strung along by drafts for the daft;
washed with eros triggering
nostalgicfibromyocardier celebrity endorsery.
In Pyrotechnicolor- Fantasia -feastiality.
**** burns Fairytail obscenity,
for Toddlers, infants and Teens.
Minds in utter solution,
feeding abreast of endoctrinating ***********
matching the strike of keroscene tik tok meme.
Hookers-hooking the onlooking hungry
for Hunger Games
in Running Man, Bloodsport Jeans.
Swearing runs in the dysfunctional family,
the loud mother gets angry at her kids
and flings some items at them with animosity;
they listen and learn from her curse words.
It's a thrill to hang out with their friends,
it's easier to fit in when nasty words
are spewen out with rageful obscenity
and bullying others, they feel superiority.
If the disgusting language of rebellious teens
didn't offend or intimidate, it would fail them
in their expectations of being defiant thugs;
had they some morals, they would be a gem.
It's nighttime, the April air is very mild;
they binge and break bottles on trees,
their behavior becomes incredibly wild...
there's a fight, one of the boys bleeds.
Angie the mother of Brenda comes to his aid,
then slaps her daughter with fury in her lungs,
" It's past midnight, you should be in bed,
not hang out with a bunch of smelly drunks! "
Written on 5/19/2017
Some insane person is planning a conspiracy
against us to weaken our bond of friendship,
and this malicious person is attacking us
with vulgar and unsound comments,
which aren't as ironic as he thinks;
let us all give the delirious bully
a strong dose of our reality...
by declaring his insanity!
Police must track this maniac down,
put him behind bars for his vulgarity
and death threats meant for this community;
freedom of speech is deliberately being abused
with constant obscenities lashed at us
by this undesired member full of hostility...
a misanthrope speaks obscenity
to express his unexplainable hatred and envy;
and the wider attention he gets, the sooner he's gratified!
Devoted poets, continue writing your beautiful verses,
and ignore his wasted energy on deliberate foolishness;
the real satisfaction doesn't come from a vindictive attitude,
but by letting justice make him feel the harshness of its law!
Look at the bright side...he will be caught and and charged accordingly;
and do not attempt to pity him when is convicted of his crime...
we have warned him many times, but he wouldn't heed or comply;
And who needs a sociopath, who disturbs the peace and disrupts creativity?
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
He spoke of faith. I told him I had none. He laughed. I scowled, muttering an obscenity. He continued. Telling me that we all had faith, that I had faith. He asked me if I had a brain. I told him I did. He asked if I had ever seen it. I said I hadn’t. He chuckled. I scowled loudly. “So you believe you have a brain though you have never seen it.” ”Do you use it?” He asked. I smartly replied: “every day”. “And you trust this brain to be there when you need it?” he asked. “Of course I do” I shouted, “I’m not stupid.”
Then it happened. He sprung his trap, asking: ”So you believe in the presence of something you cannot see, trust that when you need help it will be there, rely on it to assist you in making decisions.” Some would call that “faith”.
“When you wait at the bus stop for the bus do you believe that the bus will come?” He asked.
“Of Course”, I replied, “I’d be a fool to wait if I didn’t think the bus would come.”
I had no faith
Save the faith I didn’t have
In having faith
If I had lived yesterday
in that chaotic world echoing
of Gatling guns shots and canon blasts,
I would have made a difference:
hate and prejudice would have not prevailed,
and power wouldn't have been abused;
from History's records, we know that even
when Jesus lived it wasn't that peaceful!
During the American Civil war,
Northerners fought Southerners...
did they hear Scarlet's desperation,
or the moaning of her loss as war went on?
And for sometime, it had become
a modus vivendi she couldn't change.
Let's return to the stark reality of the present:
have we noted some drastic changes
in Government and social behavior?
Yes, it has given us more liberty,
but another war has shattered many hopes
of ever seeing peace as blood continues to be shed...
while nations arm themselves to their teeth!
How can we welcome those winds of change and feel safe,
if we tell our children that danger still exists?
And has society been kinder and more caring?
Obscenity, teen sex, violence, greed, vulgarity
and exploited sexuality are being condoned by many;
we wouldn't be that cool if we didn't use obscene words,
and worst of all, we are called hermits or asexual
if we abstain from sex to prevent those sexual diseases!
Is this rebellion, or a trend of the new generation?
Having unprotected sex, making babies,
laying the burden on their Government that's fighting
a terrorist war? Do we seen any future
for these lost kids who imitate the habits of their parents?
Blame them? Ah! Lots of things would be changed,
if they turned to God and ask for His guidance!
And to end my visceral narrative, I shamefully confess,
" I hate to live in this loathsome age of greed!"
I’m bad tempered and upset,
Feeling tired isolated alone
Sitting hopefully waiting for
Someone to answer the phone .
I just want to hear
A normal human voice
But these days my dears
You don’t get a choice.
Androgynous, emotionless
It’s going off again
Promising an answer but
Never saying when,
Any second now and we
Know what it will say,
Your call is important
Please don’t go away.
When somebody invented
Automatic answer machine
Life got more complicated
Than it had ever been
Then the multi choice options
To save wasting their time
But they just don’t bother
About them wasting mine.
There used to switchboards
With real people to call,
Probably shoved out on the dole,
Machines don’t need wages at all.
The inventor of this obscenity
Is over the seas living in style
A successful and much lauded
Multi faceted rain and tax exile.
All I can say is,
Enjoy it while you can.
One day you may meet
One very angry man
Who’s spent ages feeling
Isolated and all on his own
As he’s waited and waited
To be answered on the phone
Every doggie has,
In time, their day
And, oh brother may be mine
To make him slowly pay.