Short Deviant Poems

An uncluttered mind
Deviant to some, we say
Direct line to God....

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A wink of my eye,
Sly smiles of, "come on over;"
Deviant manners....

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I thought I could hear, that deviant sound
of eerie boots, disobedient ground
Wearing disguises
Sharing surprises
Jack-Lantern, miscreant, boys are around
...

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Power puff purr, rot in that iron bar,
Delusional deviant superstar, 
You unforgivable creep,
Trafficking lives like a freak,
Hope the feds make you live in cracked glass jar....

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Storage for souls,
Home for the deviant,
Imprisoned for a transformation,
Secluded for a change,
Made to walk on a sombre-solitude path,
Harbinger to newness.



May 17, 2022,
Bite Size Poem No. 44 Poetry Contest....

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An amigo has accused me of reposting some oldies
What kind of deviant does he think I am, this old crony
I'm respectable as hell
But I do have my spells
When there's no response I just yell “giddy up pony!!!”...

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Cockapoos, Labradoodles, 
Cavapoos and Oodle Spoodles,
Sprockerpoos, Irish Troodles, 
Maltipoos or simply Schnoodles

Multitudes of deviant Doodles,
Poos and cute expensive Toodles,
Consequences of canoodles 
Carried out with hoochey Poodles...

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Deeply rooted dark desires
of every deviant sexual urge,
divine and unconscionably 
naughty primordial  nuances
of sensuality unscrupulously
played out in dreamt midnight
rendezvous or reality if you dare...

it's not so hard to swallow...

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Behind the shadows, she hides
Mournful stillness of despair
Bright-eyed, yet dark
A minute loss of a vital life force
From secrets held in vain
To watch when no one sees
Behind the shadows, she hides


Blood Tear art
Found on deviant art by Aurora Crow...

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Taken rips out the bathroom—
Blowing hits in the door.
Believing in deviant deceiving
Maturity is most prevalent later on. 
The opposition of course, blows...if you're lucky.,
leaving
Poor ole' mister me, gazing upon a star from within . . .


4/10/17...

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He popped on over to my site the other day,
Tried to tell me I did not leave him proper bible,
tried to teach the bible to a great servant?
While one hand is dipping in mud?
~
A deviant blog with a deviant art site,
full of darkness and not one bit of light,
Racist jokes disgusting to see and  view,
Running with wolves is what you do...

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A deviant devil with the number 86 blog,
Deviant art with a deviant type of log,
Try to teach the bible to an angel with one hand,
But fingers dipping and licking satans' land?

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deviant with his racism jokes that are crass,
Bothering good girls and and an angel lass,
Laughing bananas with a needle whore,
Not throwing the dark wolves out his door...

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Sack the lot, theyr'e not that hot' 
Mixed messaging and many flaws
Wicked counsel deviant causes
Making most, to reasess.' By many
Multitudes there will be redress.'
Its a mash of polony processed to
The enth.. Political nonsense done
To deat.! Awaken people you must
Proceed, flex you power there's now
Dire need; Full stop! Its time right now
To (sack the lot).!...

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I was worried.
A deviant had lost the shape, 
and had thrown a word at your face.

The black name was crawling 
on the white paper. It was not 
a rape, but the abduction? 
of a mystic.

The snake time. Politics. 
The crowd was celebrating the death. 
What would you say, death 
had many names ?

I want to sleep with you tonight, 
O moon. The slave 
had become the master.


Satish Verma...

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If that strange patience could regenerate
In stark twilight, to an alien race,
What common Lord could the disloyal have?
No deadly forfeit, no dumb child-king,
No sudden chill of some sharp glory
Or the three-fold terror of love.

That deviant passion would fall hard
And cold, on a people
Like rain-beaten stones;
A son still-born to bestial kin
Who, too dead to demand a miracle,
Would not have it again....

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The system aborts.
(Multiple organs failure)
A deviant art
of dying pompously.

I wish, I was on a -
moving floor, sailing
without a walk, looking at
the camouflaged ceiling.

The shrill voice of a whistle-
blower, mimics an opera.
I will snatch the words,
raw, from your lips. 

It was here, in absence.
Your  poesy, matter-of-factly.
Can you raise your voice
against the fall of the thing.


Satish Verma...

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Young or old; beautiful or ugly
Rich or poor; right or wrong
Soft or hard; kind or cruel
Strong or weak; busy or lazy
Friend or enemy; sweet or sour
Wise or foolish; bold or timid
Love or hate; laugh or cry
Happy or sad; yielding or unyielding
Silent or loud; obedient or deviant
Resilient or grumbling; independent or dependent
White or black; oriental or occidental
A woman is a woman is a woman;
Different from a man.
...

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Dare to stand and embrace the fierce,
remember exactly who you are;
Always a woman filled with fire;
Gorgeous gem forged in a blitzkrieg,
opulent and so menacingly articulate;
Natural deviant, raise your head up!

Bring your strength own your power 
recoil and then strike, harder;
Eloquently waltzing with pandemonium 
allows for a bit of civilized rest;
Toxic surrounds and tries to take,
heal in the flames of dragon’s breath....

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Good against bad
light against dark

Intruder beware when
the big, bad dog barks

Dr. Jekyl "Hyding"
Swimming in the Devils Pond

Cold and Hot
Ole murky water can't be much fun

A peepin' and a pokin'
Trespassing on sacred ground

An enormous spiraling deviant
A soul lost, can it be found?

O' great 5th dimension sailing
Up and away from the third

Spirit ancestors and guides present
Intruder beware of the divine gird...

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I am warm wind rising into cold air
I am surging unstable atmosphere
I am the tangible feeling up there
The tension in sky before I appear
The ominous still before the severe
I am our Mother Nature’s rebel child
I am barometric deviant wild
I am lightning strikes waiting to perform
I am the hail and thunder reconciled
A blackened midday sky. I am the storm.


Oct 19, 2022
Dizain Poetry Contest – Nature Theme
Sponsored by: Sotto Poet...

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Silt collects at the outreaches of an ancient, murky marsh.  
Twisted tendrils of white oleander form archaic symbols.  
Deviant rituals, cocooned and lost eons ago, lie awash—  
Taken to the surface, unleashed by a cacophony of demonic cymbals.  
Now, time suddenly stops by this grotesque swash.  
War is waged, and humanity becomes a mere memento, just a collection of broken trinkets in otherworldly drawers, like lost thimbles. 
...

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O deviant is my dark mind
That fills my dreamings with dark lust
And hunger screaming within trust
So bound am I this want to find.
I have become a servile slave
Her bidding given by a wave
Is done before I’m left behind.

So dark the wantings of my soul
Embracing love within her pain
My lips pleading hurt me again
To ease my need and make me whole
In love or hate I need her touch
The poison that I want too much
Dictates her pleasure is my goal....

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Black shiney leather sado-masochism
Goose stepping Hitler homosexual fascism
Auto-erotic asphyxiatoin
Lesbian butt plug masterbation
Two girls one cup making me throw up
A transgender surpise lifting the skirt up
Double and triple penetration
A whole new deviant sexual nation

Be yourslef
Be true to me
Be yourself
Be true to me
Necrophila
Watching Susperia
Hot candle wax
Making new trax
Veins full of love
When push comes to shove
Two girls and me
Two girls and me...

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Unfettered passions congeal with confusion
each night as in darkness, my mind's journey roams
depths of desire, deviant and untrusting
leaving me despair.

Twisting tourniquets ever-tightening grip
as urges of fantasy relieve torment
in tranquil pools of obsession, life falters
yet intensely grows.

Weeping rivers cast onto downy cushions
meet their demise in sonant voiced billowed plumes
that cosset my fatigued head with caresses
of indulgent dreams.

JF March 16, 2009...

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In luxuriant terrane of verdant sprouts
opulent golden understory unveiled,
stemmed by swerving jade blades,
entwining the pairs of legs petrified
within the maze of floral profusion.
The black figure of deviant prominence
stands out like a towering protector
in sutured closeness fused with her,
camouflaged to evade the predator.
Bare trees aligned in harmonized motif,
outline the floral boulevard for them
to walk away from the onyx horizon 
to the sunburst meadow ahead.
...

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