Long Sanctimony Poems
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at the entrance to the drive-in church the road divides deceptively
the sign signals divisive directions but mediates midway at midnight
Saviour salvation spirit Satan superstition sacrilege
God giving guidance gluttony greed gyrations
resurrection rejuvenation revelations agnostics atheism antitheses
righteousness roadside assistance available ‘enter at your own peril’
prayers pious power soda pop popcorn psychedelics putrid paranoia
temple tables terra-firma trivia temptation tribulations
selfless sacred sustenance slivering snake salivating
the slow-motion picture posits poignant perusal but it’s a silent movie
apart from back seats groaning settling for sex sperm and splits sheaths
scripted sanguine suggestions sighs salubrious screams
sanctimony shelter serenity suffering secrets sneakiness
spare me serpent and ravaging rod please hit me with your rhythm stick
appease the apple anchor my appetite avert my agonizing aspirations
Eve enters the epic production while Mary Magdalene marries measure
suddenly the speaker system sounds in supersonic spectacle’s squeals
sheep and shepherd apparition or angels dreams or duped delirious dance
purity pinnacles pentacles punishment penetration perspiration
chaste cinematic celebrations cradling caresses X rated cross
on the way home the bubble and the tyres burst into almighty shreds
but the spare rubber went missing and God works in mysterious ways
29th August 2020
Since remarks from the T.V, and a stocking of my soul to breathe...
I relax eagerly when I await the heat and see that nothing come's out of me unless I can be free-
now they said in many many books that this is how we plead,
the defiance of a boarder stronger and foreigner as the hoarder from outer space descends,
but like my mentor contends with me as I ease into the heavenly shrine above mine,
I allow for only a sanctimony of time,
like I would wonder if my gun no longer shined-
and my face only ate pine,
and my body enveloped love of binds rather than the free floating chime...
I was a walker and yet no more than the other stalker a boat bought in a saunter.
In the society where holiness is worshipped,
And independent progressive thinking is condemned.
Be the fire of positivity, illuminating in all its glory,
Strong enough to burn any shackles of bigotry.
In the society, where mythologies are adored,
But people who actually follow the principles are abhorred.
Be the sun that overshadows all sanctimony,
Magnanimous enough in soul to establish harmony.
In the society where people are reduced to mere numbers,
And forcibly caged in narrow walls of encumbers.
Be the phoenix that shatters the glass walls of subjugatory,
Uniting them all to form an eternal, unyielding potential sanctuary.
In the society, where toxicity and oppression have become the norm,
And vital nutrition of the spirit is treated like utter luxury.
Be strong enough to uphold truth and demolish the demon in every form,
Giving voice to millions and saving faith in nature's divine perennialities.
First off-
you're E~did,
fawned like frozen in a wrong beam of time-
God is only justified by his own usury,
and we don't do the forgotten as a figurine...
We all are falling,
forwardly and softly forestalled,
faked,
forgiving four fickle frogs,
finding our fifty nine frot foe,
just as we fizzle the fantastic flowing fight, fitted-
if that's enough to gloat see me stuck in the next simple dictionary-
having nothing to say to the ears of men who listen,
children who dream,
women who can misinterpret.
Sleeping is optional,
sojourn is an ancient land full of those flaws,
free,
we are not this-
fleet,
we are so fast at adeptly encouraging the sanctimony of the next...
Acquainted ! Attracted ! I adore you, Hello Miss !
Beautiful bud of love bloomed in bliss.
Cheered ! Charmed ! Caring craving on your charisma.
Dedicated ! Drank dreamy desires drowning in dilemma.
Ecstatic emerald emotion in exciting endeavour.
Fantastic feelings flew in fervent fervour.
Grace and glamour in amour glowed on slat glance.
Humble holy happy heart hiding hesitance.
Intensive impulsive illusive instinct instantaneous,
Just making me jubilant jocund jolly joyous.
Knot of allure knitted in neat plait
Loyal liberal lavender love though not in plaint.
Mellifluous marvellous mysterious.
Noble nice neither shaky nor nervous.
Overwhelmed oblate on oblivious obsession
Pure pristine pride piercing pearly passion.
Quivering and quavering heart to quench thirst !
Romance in rapture rolls, ready to outburst.
Serene sublime simple sentiment, no sanctimony.
Thrilling, tempting togetherness ! Typical testimony.
Urge to unravel , unleash even being unconscious.
Vigorous in voice ! Veneration for my Valentine! Venus !
Whirling heart with weary eyes watched you to walk away.
‘X ‘ : The unknown ‘love’ left unsolved in 'Xtreme dismay .
Yearnings of youth yelled yielding yucky heart break.
Zone of love in zest and zing was closed on abrupt ACHE.
A tableau of brass sits with serious intent;
A Court it is of the martial bent.
And before it I stand stiff with pride,
I did my duty with nothing to hide.
My men they were , my very kind,
Hardened soldiers, the best you can find,
More than brothers of same mothers born,
Out of war's dirty entrails were we torn.
The dust of battle was scarcely settled,
By the enemy's ambush we were sorely nettled.
Then suddenly appeared a mother and son,
In my sniper scope they appeared as one.
How unnatural was the scene to my trained eye,
One small mistake , my comrades would die.
My heart did flutter, my finger did twitch,
I spied through the scope a dead-man's switch.
The seconds ticked by, they would be within range,
My mind clicked shut, I felt something strange.
I let out two shots, the bullets went true,
We were then evac-ed, myself and my crew.
The brass at the desk in sanctimony asked,
Tell me, my worthy, with what were you tasked?
Can you justify, the death of a child
Of his mother, or did you run wild?
I was tasked to do my duty, which I did well,
I put aside my emotions, I went through my hell;
For the life of my brothers is worth more than their wage,
And war asks no creed, no gender, no age.
Men, we are, victory and survival is our goal,
You may condemn me, the Lord will commend my soul.
~13 Jun 2016~
Herd-mongers, schoolmarms and glorious twats
Piloting leased arks through drenched parking lots
Cadillacs cleansed of a fine week’s debris
Just in time for the polish of sanctimony
A river of swine, like the Jordan, it crosses
Over deserts of disheartened workers and bosses
The fracas of worshippers, beanied and veiled –
In the Third World, could pass for a fish market sale
There are loaves, there are nets – there’s nothing to eat
There’s so little legroom; there are beads on my seat!
There’s a mountain of missals, there’s a tower of babblers
And a nice hidden room for perpetual hagglers
There’s prime VIP seating, a great view of a tomb
Completely adjacent to the activities room
There’s most anything anyone could need or want,
So long as it comes from a baptismal font
When in walks a figure, so stiff and ordained,
You know in a moment he must be a saint
He’ll heal a few cripples, a Lazarus or two
And distribute those wafers that keep us renewed
Then we offer up thanks to some white-beard in the ether
With all of the joy of a rheumatic fever
And spill from the pews, lemmings on marble tile
And back onto the ark for brunches-du-style
‘cause the deluge has cornered-down many a mile
And sacrificed many a kind word and smile
Tolerance chiseled, evolution defiled –
Maybe let’s keep its hooks off the last decent child
Tolerance chiseled, evolution defiled –
Maybe let’s keep its hooks off the last decent child.
When hope is lost and love is gone.
There's just no reason to go on.
A poet's lament ain't worth a dime.
Nobody wants to hear that rhyme.
The world is for the lucky ones.
Not for those the shadow shuns.
I pray each night my soul to take.
And hope that I may not awake.
I buy my ticket in hopes I win.
But I'm still paying for my sin.
The end can't come for me too soon.
I'm tired of singing this same ole tune.
I don't want to live no more.
The sanctimony is such a bore.
So I will not apologize.
For there's more to life than being wise.
P.S. The double negative in the last verse kind of wrote itself. HMM.
Late but received her first cheque for alimony
Shot off to this new market based on a raving testimony
She circled and circled… was the ad phony?
No signs… no arrows… was it hidden this Chez Tony?
Suddenly a little hole in the wall behind some random pony!
Groceries for one, a dose of reality, the fish was bony
The smell reminiscent of rancid sanctimony
She settled for cheese and macaroni
a pound of baloney
in honour of their matrimony
and a devil cake for the irony
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Submitted on March 26, 2018 for contest A HIDDEN MARKET sponsored by JULIA WARD - RANKED 1ST
Babygirl, someone needs to say
you can't go on acting this way.
If you don't learn another tune,
the party will be over soon.
Rude, without a clue
know-it-all, that's you.
Good intentions aside,
you don't deserve this ride.
That phony, baloney,
holy sanctimony
is not lost on me.
Just let it be.
Insecure, immature,
but there's a cure.
Life's journey mocks
the school of hard knocks.
Daddy's spoiled child;
He always smiled.
Welcome to what's real.
How ya gonna deal?
Play it out.
Leave no doubt.
Take a stand.
Play your hand.
So, what's up?
Go grow up.
Be a woman,
Know you can.
July 5, 2015