Short Profaned Poems
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I love you—I hate you,
now one and the same
Betrothed to a heartache,
all feeling profaned
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)
A sentence or two, nothing more.
Five rhymes, and then back out the door.
A meter that’s strained,
Some topic profaned:
Ah me! What’s a limerick for?
Ghostly, shadow on shadow;
Evening, draped in lace.
By Moon's loveliness, her own
Amplified is now.
Silent whose slipping by flow
Is cool to the touch.
Dear, feel you profaned, yelled through;
Peace to whom did vow!
the public thoroughfare
pummeled, profaned
verbal fists rumble from
amped-up throats...
a generation or two
with nothing better to do
than scream at the intersection
of decline and decay
Bubbling up through the surface,
one truth leaches out
Like a word long forbidden,
oft whispered—it shouts
Rising up to the heavens,
its message proclaims
“The eruption has started,
redemption profaned”
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2018)
Whether it is now some folks’ habit
Or a lifestyle to try a bit,
You should begin to inhibit
The thoughtless actions others exhibit...
For here in Ariel we actively prohibit
Lovers having to cohabit
And should be the last to simply sit
While lovers below the belt chastity hit
Making the still-not-profaned their teeth grit.
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erred against God's omnipotent will
sacrosanct commandments profaned
myriad chances bestowed
squandered - still sins exist
all are imperfect
but must do good
now, squealing
being
JUDGED.
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jun-jun villanueva
IMAGINATION
< June 09,2012 ---- 7:58pm philippine time>
Discordant scissors cuts a ribbon
Pleasure of a man destroys
Nature bows to indiscretion
Reality deceit deploys
With glee, they break the ground
To set an edifice to man’s ambition
Forever ruined with proposition
Field and flowers sacrificed
Breached to bent insanity
Evolves a place profaned
Glowering graceless vanity
Imprisons the insane
The voice of one
Crying in the Glade:
We are not safe,
We are being molested
And assaulted sexually;
We are not safe here,
We have sex without consent;
Angry dogs in the society
Have taken away our
Sexual prerogatives:
Our marriage privileges
Have been profaned,
Our future is in jeopardy:
The girl child screams:
Save us, oh Lord!
Protect us from the
Hands of these angry dogs
Vision
A zephyr with
breaths of April after rain
whispered:
“sleep not this summer day.”
He stirred, woke up
and saw a heavenly face
eyes blue as the sky
and the skin of the apparition
had the hue of
un-profaned lips
only the newly born possess.
He smiled reached out
to touch the divine being,
but it had disappeared in a miasma
of the everlasting,
but leaving behind a hope as sweet
scent of jasmine.