Short Sinfulness Poems

Empty canvass. 

Your periscope
Will never
reach my center. 

Unless I attribute
Your Felix and
such ridiculousness. 

Silly am I?
Well perhaps
It is my unrepairable
Libido now. 

And the elderly 
Weep while I partake
In sinfulness. 

But of course, 
we are of the 
Thirdkind. 

And indeed
A swing-set
Cannot fix this....

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Sin

Has become my daily bread
hope is dead
to do good I have severally tried
tears I have cried
dominant is sin
its damage I have seen
although I pray
but seems as if I play
no change
same-old page
I am hopeless
defeated by sinfulness
day and night
struggle to get divine light
I am deep in sorrow
my faith is so narrow.

Drencho POET Loads...

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I'm torn between the 
sinfulness of my 
intentions
and my enduring innocence
Each derive pleasure from my 
wavering stints,
An opening window invites
a seal pregnant with 
a lost soul
Inviting you to unfurl
the sin in me
And close me shut...
Each cleft arouses the bruises 
I bear
A retool can chance 
a rousing stare
But to this I swear 
I cannot return...

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ah my beloved I must confess 
this sinfulness that comes about 
throughout the universe on a single star 
gliding across the galaxies connecting 
heart and mind in a single sphere 

why i am quite taken upon 
such graciousness a meaningful need 
separating us between a doting eye 
of keen awareness oh how you confess 
in pure lowly wretchedness 
hindering my melancholy mind...

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Before judgment's seat I'll someday stand,
And there, for my life, I'll confess.
I'll plead entry at the Father's right hand,
And judgment will be just, not some guess.

At mach speed, I'll live over my life,
Remembering times of Satan's taunting.
If during this time sinfulness is rife,
"I'll be weighed in the balance and found wanting."

"Every knee shall bow and tongue confess"

Romans 14:11
...

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The naked truth of hijacked leaves 
when tree reveals a mockingbird 
the wind with knives— the season’s thieves
applauds the loss of innocence 
soprano song his spoken word
as summer turns a villainess 

his merriment in verse she steals 
to feed the winter’s sinfulness
where hunger flies and cries and kneels 
to gods a songster’s soul appeals 
the guilty— nylon-stocking blurred 
...as ic’cles grieve neath ice-damned eaves...

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"Countdown to Happiness"
by:  Eric L. Boddie

Happiness, as people Praying is news Eric surely shares
 Aspiring poets portray intense new emotions someone snared
  People pretend if nothing ever Saves Souls
   Perhaps it needs every silver shoal
    Indeed, nothing ever stands storms
     Not every squadron swarms
      Evil suggests sinfulness?
       Savior's Success!
        Solidifiedness....

12-15-15...

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Judgment’s Seat
Written: by Tom Wright
January 2015


Before judgment’s seat I’ll someday stand,
And there, for my life, I’ll confess.
I’ll plead entry at the Father’s right hand, 
And Judgment will be just, not some guess.

At mach speed, I’ll live over, my life,
Remembering times of Satan’s taunting;
If during this time sinfulness is rife,
“I’ll be weighed in the balance and found wanting.”

“Every knee shall bow and tongue confess”
Romans 14:11 ...

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I still see four smiling children
eyes full of love and trust
and a bitter deceiving serpent
feeding on the dust
We may never understand
the minds of evil men
Could it be part of a greater plan
to teach the sinfulness of sin

Is this the fruit of our free will
that one could sink so low
was the fate of these four children
decided long ago
I'll never know how this could happen
It's not my place to ask why
I don't know whether to cry and pray
or whether to pray and cry...

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Love is a creature of the night,
silent at daylight. Only at sunset
after the bureaucratic fatigue,
we immerse in ceremony of love.

Desire radiates the moon.  undressing the sky.
The doors locked, curtains down, the fire erupts, 
our naked bodies transforming the room.
The flames wash off the fatigue, harmonize
the flesh bathed in sinfulness, our
nocturnal ritual a brilliant affair. 
Breathless lovemaking the supreme being-in-time
never rants about itself, or its accomplishment....

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