Unfilled to over-flowing,
as was her bottle of tears,
with weeping for the fallen woman,
while from her lips to God's ears...
said the Mother Superior,
“I have completely lost track
of how often the Archbishop and I,
wearing ashes and cloth sacks,
crept into the crypt
and made the beast with two backs.
Altho' no one can hold a candle,
to his Grace, yes,
not even the Venerable Abbess,
flagellation notwithstanding,
as a nun married to You,
who committed sacrilege,
I'm ashamed to confess,
I broke your Lord's Commandment
as an unrepentant adulteress.”
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 marriage to merry....
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?
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)
Dreams upon the pyre,
oil of Satan’s lamp
Love consumed by fire,
—ashes cold and damp
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
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 as you
condemn you for the things you do
in defiance of their laws
extermination of your flaws
and so to set the Druids free
would cut down every freakin’ tree
hide beneath erotic drape
every hint of sex or shape
while giving glory to some belief
passed down from ancient hate
that suffering’s the will of god
and pain the fee for heaven’s gate.
So beware the “hand of god”
in chainmail glove and scented ink
policing how we feel and speak
restricting how we write - and think.
John G. Lawless
10/16/2014
submitted to – No Rules – Poetry Contest
sponsor – rob carmack
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 ***** Buddha
don't even contemplate
religious pursuits
as we sit
quiet
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