Short Iniquitous Poems
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Wilts the bloomed flower
indulging in hankerings
drying fragile bones
disappearing loving look
turning off once kind spirit
The Judgement came, with a ghastly boom.
The righteous awaited glory.
The iniquitous felt shame.
They had fallen from grace.
Darkness engulfed them.
Their punishment
was to stay
as trapped
souls.
Tanya Harrington
© 06-11-2012
Imagination Contest
Illuminate light
To dispel out the darkness
Enjoy the season.
Destroy the evil
With powerful Sword of truth
Which lies within you.
Make the entire world
Free from the iniquitous
Live delightedly.
Make the prosperous
Entire moment of your life
Happy Diwali.
very strong in mind
iniquitous self design
soul's out of heaven
self catch twenty two
dying declaration tears
no way to fly up
The day breaks with me
when I cannot begin with you,
the night refuses to bring an ending
only reminds that I must break again.
Iniquitous time sweeps me forward
coated in melancholic residue
and I end before I can begin
as hope becomes transgression.
The permanence of Never haunts me
translucent reality is formed
with a tangibility for what cannot exist
a screaming sadness I can’t resist .
Elsbeth
sinuous little pad foot
essence of dark design
twilight has released you
out of my back door.
bathe in black,
as it floods paradise
swirls with night sound
just beyond the porch light.
in that field of mustard
your iniquitous enemy
snickers wispyly
safe in an earth ship
sit still as pyramids,
a bastet,
proud familiar, not one gleaming tooth
would touch the boor tonight.
They may come and go says Samael, so sayeth the wiccan prince who some say too ushers in hell, but hell is reserved for the iniquitous and the evil, where tortured until they are ash, is the only white steeple, the comely few who verily detest when mothball mouths are not cottonmouth bassets the silly strummed up wheat, which pervades the day when the heat is nigh on noon complete, the southern seer, grampy to some, has black boys and girls this Samael sung.
Our path in life will turn and twist,
Leaving destination at times unclear.
From the iniquitous we must resist,
And for God demonstrate our fear.
But at path's end there awaits a prize,
For those whom God judges steadfast.
A crown of gold is waiting our demise,
But once a tree is fallen destiny is cast.*
I know most won't follow advice I give,
Attempting to solve conundrums alone.
By accepting Jesus whilst you still live,
He grants pardon for bad seed sown.
Was it so extraordinary?
I fell for your buffoonery
You reach for me again and yet
I seem to lack the empathy
The one who brought me joy
Became the bane of my depression
The days when I was gullible
Spectacular to mention
Thinking of you now
Makes our time seem so iniquitous
Eureka how I feared you!
So uncouth and so ubiquitous
The time has passed somehow
And now we’re only stronger for it
5/13/18
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