Reviling Poems

Dot com bubble crimes

Woman's Right Oath
Welfare fraud, ghetto sex slave triumphant
Bestow death upon civilization
Embarrassment for all positive outlook flowers
And further destruction and reviling vanity mirrors
Reframing gas fare and squandering progress from llc
Charity horror film of life

Celebrity definer lightstyles


.gov vs .org

Bad .com bubble

Like in Los Angeles they hide the homeless money
Civil rights jobs and homeless services jobs
While people die they degrade your future and use slush fund for celebrity politician style affluent designer lifestyle evil

Hob nobbing as lobby at legal threshold of litigation exposure
These are the beggar girls you give money to from there crafty pity subsidize me while I criminology, psychology and pharmacy rep with risk assessment software in sub contracted social services sector of church funded non profit

Dot com bubble crimes

Woman's Right Oath
Welfare fraud, ghetto sex slave triumphant
Bestow death upon civilization
Embarrassment for all positive outlook flowers
And further destruction and reviling vanity mirrors
Reframing gas fare and squandering progress from llc
Charity horror film of life

Celebrity definer lightstyles


.gov vs .org

Bad .com bubble

Like in Los Angeles they hide the homeless money
Civil rights jobs and homeless services jobs
While people die they degrade your future and use slush fund for celebrity politician style affluent designer lifestyle evil

Hob nobbing as lobby at legal threshold of litigation exposure
These are the beggar girls you give money to from there crafty pity subsidize me while I criminology, psychology and pharmacy rep with risk assessment software in sub contracted social services sector of church funded non profit

Mel, O Drama'

Mel is going to spill some beans
Reviling some icons of siver screens
Hey he's not perfect I guess we know ?
Will we get some truth though? Will  his
Expos'e go? Go to the roots or just skim
The leaves? Are the laurels browning?
In tinsel towns drowning? will the damn wall
Burst? Do the media's thirst? Or will they
Lose it in the pipes? Discharge content' well they
Might ?
Do we hope for the best to accept the worst?
Are they spontaneous or is it script and verse?

The Reviling

Loves control through Fear
Variant spouse-righteous blame
flat liner heart waves
thirty and four-lorn strangers
where does the time go

Young Once More

Young Once More.
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Beyond furrow and story filled line
Haggard and lived in drooping sallow skin
Weathered and tired by the scourge of time
Disguises a youthful heart that resides within
Cheeky clear smiling  eyes
Light up as beacons on a dark velvet night
Reviling the beauty beyond facade disguise
On reminisces of her happy childhood take flight
For a few brief moments the years fade away
A young girl in the blossom of youth full of charm and delight
Halcyon memories of long gone warm sunny days
And oh so clear skies
Her and friends at play
Bring a tear of joy
As though it was just yesterday
Her first naive kiss with a boy
Cherished tender memories
Kept within the album of her heart
A young girl at heart history.
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‘’ I love talking to older people
And talk about their childhood. The look in their eyes is Priceless and beams from the heart.’’


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Peter Dome©2020.

Fibonacci Spiral

Caught in magnet
circle dance
from sun center
spiraling
circles cooling
as they widen
slowly 
without shocking
first the cheating
dressed in lies
then the soul's 
destroying 
reviling
long the nights
loud the fights
with abusive libel
arguing
birthday cards
chocolate hearts
red of roses
sighing
locked in widow
dusty box
long forgotten
traveling
having borrowed
way too much
credit running out
from a heart 
that tears of ice
in the dark
keeps crying
with no sign 
of opening buds
melody songs
of robins
summer hugs
dancing eyes
falling tears
of autumn
caught 
in chilling
soul fatigue
eyes seduction
interfere
one heart drawn 
in new dance
other
toward the dark
spiraling
far from magnet
winter quiet
gold of silence
comforting
crackling sound
melting ice
raining down 
compassion
circles warming
faster narrowing
God's love
light
showering 
with a promise 
of rebirth
joy of love
eternal
budding.

Death of a Traitor

I'm not a likeable person. I've never understood how to be good and adored. The past is only filled with characters that weren't liked or loved or adored much at all... 
I became the monster I had feared so much. The unloved, untouched sour grape. I don't know sweetness. I'm acidic and reviling.
Give my heart a ing revolution. Even at minimum wage, this full time job is prosperous. The taxes are extraordinary... I owe more than I'll ever have. The government of my heart is a screaming debt. 
And if you pass me on the street, I'm just hoping you remember that my emotional legs were amputated before I learned to speak. I'm an empty well. Fill me with blazing polished stones, or colorless dirt. The choice is yours and mine alone.

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Poets
Reviling 
Each
Memory
Into
Unique
Mysterious 

Making
Exquisite 
Memoir
Belonging 
Everyone's
Rhyme

The Man In the Middle

THE MAN IN THE MIDDLE

One day many years ago 
Three men were crucified
Two of them were thieves
Who cheated, stole, and lied

The third man was innocent 
But for His love of man He died
His mother was watching, helplessly 
John, a faithful disciple was by her side

One thief railed on the Man in the middle
The other thief did not
Instead, he reminded the reviling thief
They both deserved what they got

Remember me, Lord, when you enter Your Kingdom
The Man in the middle was nice
He compassionately said to the thief
Today you will be with Me in Paradise

The Man in the middle breathed His last
They buried Him in a borrowed grave
Three days later, He arose to life
To receive whom He came to save

So if you trust the Man in the middle
The Man they call Jesus Christ
You, like the thief on the right
Will spend eternity in Paradise

	Curtis Moorman
	15 May 2018

My Cause

Bring Me to life 4-8-16

                   The cause of my pen is to hemeriage, 
                        My psyche on a piece of paper, 
                             To enterstice your eyes, 
Constructing my honest emotions giving them liveliness. 

                  Showing you my personal authenticity, 
                     Reviling my deepest darkest fears,
              Questioning myself throughout this journey, 
       Inspiring all who are, and that have lost something,

                     Executing my own uncertainties,
                       I give you life through this ink. 
     Writing interpretations with strong heartfelt beliefs, 
                         My interlouction is wisdom,

                           Percive my knowledge, 
    Life is your map, yet these words are your compass,
Discover your uncharted doubts; defeat yourself restrictions
        Otherwise wobble with the crunches of ambiguity,

        If you've deciphered the cause; you are the effect,
                      Pass alone my poetic justice!

With God In My Life

I drink my tears and blink away my fears, 
For the Lord my God is with me,
He's giv'n me relief and driv'n away grief, 
With hope I cope with life's melee.

Reviling all pain, I'm smiling again
Midst trials, denials and strife,
I'm moving on now, God's proving me how 
He takes whole control of my life.

Living in His ways, giving Him all praise,
Singing and bringing Him glory,
Learning to be still, turning to His will,
I light up and write this story.


Written on 12th August, 2017

Instinct Tower

Songs of glory names in heaven. 
 Drums of kings. 
Flowing fresh like a kiss of prince… 
God is man genesis knows.
 Reviling thoughts of written plate. 
Thanks to approaching beat. 
Reflect of tongue. 
May your soul rest in peace.
God claimed his time as he made man. 
Gain did it first as a man. 
Blood is turn like coin men seek power. 
God forgive them so they don’t know. 

Time tick like a heart-beat. Man is time. 
 All want to live names at the rear like Cain did with name of his son.
But human don’t really get space. 
Explain times!! Start with Genesis.
 We all human and we all see time.
“What do I do?”
Men do appeal, because root of all evil resume life.
 Pain is a stain, it take time free. 
So devil is not a men to praise be alert time seek.
 Human are hurt to please. 
O tlhoka go go raya are okase o nkgone.

Maybe time in evolution is not clear!
 We are:
The third nation: third generation.
 Crime lives.
 Death is a name and is true men they are called. 
Profession is name of the game.
Time is enemy of thoughts.
 Behold, the Lord’s hand is not shortened, that it cannot save; neither his ear heavy that it cannot hear: Isaiah 59

Sunrise

I remember dreading the sunrise. It meant I could no longer hide my appearance or the things I've done the night before. Trying to find a dark safe place like a roch when the light is turned on. My dark secretive life no longer hidden by the pale moon light. My skinny frame and blood shot eyes now on display for the world to see. The wreckage I've caused now seen by the puffy waking faces. My dilated pupils not ready for the soul reviling light in the heavens. The chirping birds warning homeowners of the proweler in the vicinity. The moon light provided enough light to navigate the dark roads of my life. The night fog blending well with the haze of my mind. The dew covered grass washing my blood stained hands as I crawled recklessly through life. The bug bites scaring my empty soul threw the night. The bread like trails of growing mushrooms leading me to the devils gingerbread house. The meth being cooked in his cauldron to ensnare my dark and soulless life.

A Quickie

An ocean filled with bubbles, a soapy sudsy sea.
A world unknown unto itself, destroyed by you and me.
The caustic agitation, beyond imagination.
Reviling empty cages, no words left for the sages.
A pretty playful paridise, neglected by so many vice.

For SKAt's contest.
Written June 21st, 2014 By Robert Johnson

Pillaged Mental Village

Twisted we are, staring at ourselves
Dusty on our sky scraping shelves
Reviling the imp that stares back at us
trading in love for the plunders of lust,
For idiots we must be
To cleave to a society
That dictates our pockets' depth and our heart's reach
To invite the water into our mouths when the hull is breached
As we shut out reason
For a lie that's more seasoned
And drown our grey matter
With the concoctions of another medical mad hatter 
Here we are, doomed to wonder for the entirety of our lives
Why is there silence in our bee hives,
When we accept opinions as infallible truths
Choosing to conform rather than reform: an existence without roots,
Becoming faceless men and women strutting upon life's stage,
Strings pulled, lines delivered, audience engaged,
We dance to another's tune, no song of our own,
Moulded to conformity, yet we remain alone,
For we belong to those who influence us and this we cannot see,
Because thoughts are now taught and I have become We.

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