Unholy Poems

Unholy

We never felt as wholesome and also so unholy
As that rare once in a lifetime chance he had tried to console me
While he was deeply kissing my soft, small hand oh so tenderly.

Unholy Ruminations

The opposite of life
is death

The polar opposite of eternal health
is terminal disease,
with unease perhaps lying/truthing
in-between timelessness
and untimely demise

So too,
my opposite of steady compassion
may be your unsettling dispassion

Elation v deflation
of all these oppositional answers above
as clear
as unclear appositional questings
below.

What is my opposite of suicide?
Self promotion?
Ego inflation?
Having all my consuming needs
fully answered?

Or 
maybe some uneasy questing
timeless mind
and spacious body
in-between healthy Now

And death-defying
death-denying
death-defining
death-despairing
death-despoiling
AnthroLove Here

Remains part of EarthLife There
whenever tomorrow comes
Now?

As Me curiously questioning
feels like our lonelier half
of We not yet 
finally answering?

What could appositionally rebalance
death's final answering Earth-climate
and life's open questioning Anthro-culture?

What is the opposite of lively ruminations
and deadly ideations?

What lies contentious truths contenting,
In-between EarthBody's discommunication 
desecrating death
and AnthroMind's sacred communion life?

Unholy Kiss

The immortal heart of blackness stained
With scarlet blood, the mortals bane 
Wicked teeth of ivory sharp as steel
Mouth hungry for an innocent meal

The strength of Demons bound in his arms
A young lassie lost to his charms
Face raised to heaven, neck facing hell
His bite ecstasy and pain as well

Then a flashing spark, an angry cry
He jerks away as skin is fried
Beguiling lips not with lust aflame
But on fire just the same

For by her father when she was born
Blessed and given into God's arms
Trusted to his care in faithfulness
God bestowed this power to the lass

Her blood will burn if stolen from her veins 
And so we turn to look again
We see the unholy leech on fire
No longer eternal but ash entire

Lord, Save This Unholy Baptist

Lord, save this unholy Baptist!?
     Her lactation, like mother's juice,
slakes thirsty tongues with creamy gist.
     To flush her slick love-chamber's sluice,
with corkscrew thumbs, and practiced wrists,
     like a gander she mauls her goose!

If hairy chest stirs those supple breasts
     in whorish barns (near lover's inns),
then with my cock's erectest crest,
     the buttocks (of her cleft nether-chin),
like meat pies, I durst hurry test,
     lest I, limp, err in deadly sins!

But I pray Thee, O holy Godhead!
     I durst not be so thus content'd,
when, like dogwood, is my sainthead,
     when goes my pizzle unlament'd;
and, like Pan, to c*nt the nunhead,
     I've foregone your grace, unrepent'd.

Unholy

My cleric’s collar starts to sting
a raw, red rash that won’t abate
when world news of horrors bring
send thoughts and prayers and meditate

There is no accident, no chance
the predetermined outcomes state
a child dies by circumstance
those desperate prayers won’t alter Fate

The prophets false in word and deed
are fed by fear and groomed by hate
corruption absolute decreed
blind the sheep and celebrate

This collar now asphyxiates
I think it’s time to separate.

Unholy Grail

The Christians
and the Gnostics
can either sect be right
Would God omniscient 
have created
such violence and blight
To kill and maim
rape and burn
for scripture misconstrued
Defies the spirit
and the mind
— disproving Him anew

(Villanova University: February, 2024)

Unholy Waters

Once again
Religion
Is tearing us apart

Judaic tears
Islamic fear
Shared values in the dark

To kill
For an idea
Judgmental and profane

Begins the end
The baby drowned
—in bathwaters of pain

(The New Room: November, 2023)

Unholy Matrimony

“‘til death do us part” the vampire once said
 to his pallid bride, her throat blushing red.
 The guests grew squeamish at what they just saw,
 filled with great dread and primordial awe:
 as the groom his bride exsanguinated.

 They caressed, and kissed, and her life she bled
 And rose as one of the un-wholly dead.
 Exhausted they collapsed, their bodies raw.
 “Mmm, ‘til death do us part,” he said.

Later that day as they unslept in bed--
a smell so fetid her poor senses fled!
“Drac, did you fart?!” “No, ‘twas just a crow’s caw.”
Suddenly she knew her post-fatal flaw!
“’Mon coeur, blah blah-blah.’ she scowled in her head,
Ugh! ‘til death do us part!” she said.

Unholy Alliance

Married  
to our differences
with hate
to document … 
What long implied
today arrived
the last nail
—in the fence

(Dreamsleep: October, 2023)

Unbridled Urban Development's Unholy Eyesaw

Oh what a pity
that in David's great city
they built a skyscraping tower.
the which to describe 
my poor words lack all power.

Those who dwell in its heights
enjoy rapturous sights
of the noble city below,
where those in the pit
who look up at it
are denied a commensurate show.

Now who  had the cheek,
if you let me thus speak,
to call this 'the Holy Land'?
If its name had been 'Babel'
I'd be better able
to explain the way things stand.

Fear Ye Not the Bloody Monsters Unholy Ball

Fear Ye Not The Bloody Monsters Unholy Ball

Dance gaily under the sweetest sublime moonlight
While Autumn its too many dead-falling leaves sheds
Hold not onto nasty tales of witches midnight
Or the monster ball where the demons are well fed
Walk the forest path fearing no blood thirsty hounds
Nor coming Titans and Zeus' unholy dead beasts
The Greeks have buried the old giants in large mounds
While the warlocks throw a banquet, unholy feast.

Walk that dangerous path with sword and shield proudly
Your brain on high alert and your eyes all seeing
Sing to Mother Nature too and our God loudly
For those brave in faith will find courage in being.

Dance gaily under the sweetest sublime moonlight.
Hold not onto nasty tales of witches midnight.

Robert J. Lindley,  Sonnet
6-09-2023

An Unholy Triumph

The selection has come and gone
With many congratulated for feign victories 
 People's Will bashed as hope remains forlorn 
Though the grey fought with their voting power
Yet they remain powerless 
Who dares decide for the ruthless,
That solely gains dominance ruthlessly?.
Just tell me;
"If winnings come with cheering, why then is your victory bleak"?
Why has it evoke dismay, and burns a rage in our minds 
There is calm in the land, but fire lays on the roof-top
The country is divided at the birth of your unruly governance 
For the proclamation is at variance with our reality
Therefore your unholy triumph conflict our assertions 
An imposter you are and an imposter you will remain!
So as Sun is to the Day
And the Moon to the Night 
For every ounce of downcast inflicted on the nation, upon your selection.
Nature inevitably awaits.

A Wise Woman

 A Wise Woman

They say a wide woman should build her house, but what about the piggish man with mannish mannerisms? He’s filled with doggie treats and dogma. Ladies, let me give you the T with your Danish. Excuse me while I arrange my dress, so you won’t undress my unholy ways with your grotesque eyes. Unless you’re distressed and under religious duress, if not then I digress.

 Disdained, but my head is held high. Once upon a time, I drowned in biblical verses filled with curses. I tried to stay afloat but struggled to deal with a defiled bed. I had to give head on Sunday but realized I was headed for self-destruction but had to still keep the Basic Instructions Before Leaving Earth. For whatever it’s worth.

As a First Lady, I was always instructed to be a wise woman. following Proverbs made problematic predictions for me. I ended up impregnated under false fallacies. To a Jack and Jill went up the hill fables constantly in my ear. The Layman stays late to receive prayers while the holy enjoy extra curriculum, and activities anointed by god.

The Unholy Grail

Over the toll bridge a young lord and prince 
  from the realm of Epsom landed Birkdale,
to seek sweet raptures in my limerence 
  by she possessed of its Unholy Grail.
In the virgin waters of Point Erin
  stood a siren in her fair beauty all -
my heart dared to want and its flesh of sin
  did upon her besotting favours call.
Remembered are the concubines of court -
  a fire in my codpiece and in my jocks,
the jousting grey knights whom over you fought
  and a Celtic Queen in long flaxen locks.
O’ what forbidden enchantment was she
and what soft lingering kiss given me.


            Written: April 1994

Encapsulated Darkness Unholy Light Jesus Is the Light-

Encapsulated by the darkness
 in the way  fine-tune in the light 
Shades of Grey that flickered away 
Cornerstone brightness detail 
in the light prism spirals
 Unholy and not
To Lucifer's unholy extent his stench at naught
On God of my heart open mine eyes
Give me your light

2/22/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©

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