Sacrilege Poems - Poems about Sacrilege

Wiggle and jiggle Wiggle and jiggle bareness for breakfast Breast in bareness Dangle in nudeness... Beneath pureness Foreplay to stupor Eyes rudeness, Pintle heartless Poontang sweetness Perfectness in missionary Moanful and whispers Submissiveness with gladness Nipples like needle Suckle and tickle Tongue licking With stimulation and passion.... Sacrificed With satisfaction Sinless sinned! Sacrilege but satisfied Sacrifice the gift of...

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A Privilege Trump Has Is Pure Sacrilege What I say about Trump's each privilege, Is that to me they sure are pure sacrilege; Wants to be annointed, Even though disjointed; What is left of his brain is only a smidge. Jim Horn So what next will Trump say or do to cause everyone to freak out?...

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Are people religious because they’re good? Or good, because they’re religious? The questions remain, the verdict unclaimed The wrong answer deemed —sacrilegious (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)...

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Dreams upon the pyre, oil of Satan’s lamp Love consumed by fire, —ashes cold and damp (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)...

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The host-guest relationship is more or less sacred all over the world. (Gregory Bateson, Sacred Unity) Except among terrorists, where host and guest are reversed in priority and assumed to become mutually antagonistic and parasitic, which defines paranoia which is blind to sacred unity of co-hosts and co-guests. Sacred is the integrity of each moment's organic, timelessly regenerate potential. Violence intended to...

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no erotica or sacrilege Who shall define these terms and inflict it on all others condemning to a barren life Oedipus and his brothers condescendingly control what is deemed as holy while holding up to ridicule beliefs they hold as folly. Who will determine what is right and consequently what is wrong trapped in their esoteric robes condemning those in freedom’s thong. For there are those, who just...

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Me and my boy Jesus hanging in the park walking on the ponds drinking fermented water and raising the dead after dark When the soldiers come I don't have the heart to give the kiss betrayal So Me and my homie Muhammad fly out to Mecca conquer the tribes and recite revelations When Allah calls for smiting I choose not to submit lay down my arms I break the fast with a feast of hurled stones So Me and my *****...

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