Short Deprave Poems

Turned over to a sexual revolution,
evolved to hijacked rainbows.
Graceless hearts deprave the mind,
a diseased façade of freedom,
to redefine every right and wrong.
Prophesied last days ushering
the Bride of Christ persecuted.

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Contest: Unsayable
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Written: 11.22.17...

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Age by comprehension's save
nor failing, nor compassion's grave.
I only fail, I only stave
and then to scoring, am un slave!

No better, boring to deprave,
no asking why, consigns not brave,
the self determined thence appraised
to knowledge minding, is least rave!

It is the doing, that I crave
the soul cast mewing, wisdom's lathe
that building risk the crisis ~ have
I own not, but contend . . . . . the path!...

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Thank you Lord,
for another day of health.
More social distancing,
accompanied by vigorous stealth.

I'm thankful for you,
and your life that you gave.
Thank you for living in my heart,
and protecting me from life's deprave.

Please give me strength,
to carry on in these times.
I pray oh Lord,
please hear me in these lines.

I know I'm not worthy,
of your love that you give.
Thank you for another day,
and this life I now live....

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-Nights wake-


The night is dead. Longs for absurdity, what’s left is a heart of fire.

The abomination of the fallen. Serotonin left astray. Beg for the long-lost magnum opus. Tear apart Librium. Sheer lust of the requisite. Where are we now? 

Deprave the senses. Blind from touch, brail inherently deemed moot.

My eyes close and I see the void. I open them to see the lie. 

Tears stream down my face like rivers surface in the Sahara....

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Cooking is sexual and senual. Naught!
I must be distraught
To give this any more thought.
Be brave
Don't cave
Just smile, wave
And wonder how someone could get this 
Deprave
Or caught
Up in such a thought.
All the heat
The sweat, 
The mess, and the clean up isn't neat.
To be honest this is fought
With perils I wasn't taught.
I didn't feel any deceit just over wrought
Until I sought
As an after thought
The phone book for CALL IN--CARRY OUT....

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