At the vintage of my madness, every morning a king dresses and undresses in the image of my father.
-Which smile spreads across such a vile face?
Who can touch the whorish darkness on my lip?
My wakefulness distills shrapnel pieces into my inflamed abdominal cavity.
The parenthesis of something in my cannibalism: “Women Who Run with the Wolves.”
My tongue and palate are in pain, a glass of martini under the full moon.
Old dynamites and rat eyes in my limbs…
An old circus traveler plays me with strings on my arms.
The god of lust living in my groin crushes all theories.
I am a hunter now on my mother’s knees.
Last night, I drowned my childhood in the river of innocence
Bing informative
the SCHWA sound
become the topic of the day
Dipithong, Dipithong
ooh, ooh wee!
Schwa:schwa!
the Schwa sound
the schwa sound is destroying me.
T notch filters.
Try to spook the others
they used unsafe tactics
that caused people
to boo and jeer.
The Schaw sound
shall maketh him
smarter
then he will never be in need
of these types of Chanagans.
Speakest Lammbeeria the Whorish Harlot of Dikkinism
Larghissimo!!!!!
that he shall streess in labor and shall be
poorest in Dipipothong. His streesses shall cause him the error
such oppurtunies shall allow others to have me as I am a whore.
Than pregant I shall say to him.
You'didist and now you must largemente with money. If this is real and I have no secrets. Denounce me that we have prominated on the shores of the Creeks and the ponds have feed us with fishes.
Drought the earthen shell fish-pow'da-pow-da, pow--dah !!!!!
grind the snouts to pow-dah!!!
Spoke the whorish harlot!!!!
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.
I would not spare a vacuous moment
For those dregs at winter's end.
I would not honor their enchantments
With an effort to pretend.
I gladly fight against the sands of time
To offset their whorish shrill.
I would shine a light upon their darkness...
I would die upon that hill.
Evil is as evil does...
A pox upon our land
And if you haven't noticed...
It's gotten out of hand.
Their machinations and meanderings
Breed a stench of ill-intent.
They pervert the weakness in our folly
Akin a dance of sly torment.
With evil's victory almost certain...
We're in for quite a ride...
But to those who stoop to curry favor...
Beware... I'm on the other side.
The End
Sorplaisitese was his name
he was moderatly poor
and happy. He had aweful luck
with woman. So he thought.
One day he meet one of his
former female freinds
and became wise
to plots against him.
He learned his family members
would corner his female freinds
and ask had he consamated there
relationship citing a faith that lead him
to beleive certain things.
This would
make spectical of him and cause
the woman to be whorish with him
and mean. Instead of being the
woman he needed due
to the meddling of strange and
unwanted questioning
it would cause strain in
there fragile condition.
Dumbfounded he absorded what
she said and made mention of
it to his father. Well his father
told him if ever this would happen again
he would try to help him
resolve the matter.
Sum jerk sprayed
Zin Zin Marry
May go Zin
Jheezy wife
On the ice machine!
Absurdity walked this path of a whorish lane,
Dauntingly decked in a dark seductive garb
Egregiously seeks the thrones by craftiness,
Nebulous transverse for the wayfaring man.
Illusions of a well worn thigh concealed with facial mascara.
Killjoy bipolar nagging for control, demanding dominance by demonic antics,
Eccentric public commodity makes it the brothels for quickie.
Acrimony well taught from the market square by “Iyaloja”
Damaging defiance conscripting father to “garri Ijebu” and Fish
Egomania derailed from home and deprived of morals,
Sagged and perforated lurid frame perfumed for a prey
Offensive forlorn factious feigned facades
Lacklustre and noxious mien seduced the prey by lewd bait,
Absurd Incentive the goal, merchandise of greed, A week of affiance.
Too soon the table turned,
This comfort is swept away.
and the blessings withered,
I smart under the gall,
my cloak is torn from me,
harassed by owners of this earth,
I am plunged into dirt just for a pry,
and now I quip under the lash,
snapped in the stock,
my limb are cut away,
lured through a whorish deceit.
To vanities of a few days.
this does not do for me,
and now like a prodigal,
I cease from this voyage.
I would rather be in a cottage with like minds,
in the company of Jesus,
than be cloaked in this stocking horse of a mere phantom.
I am a stranger here,
His cross ever my rest and stay
As the flames licked like a whorish tart,
that encompassed lustfully at it's fuel-
seeking it's heart;
principalities, in duel, instructions fit for a fool.
A fool that plays badly at his part.
My eyes scanned these flames,
the horizon and memory of names.
Of places and spaces shared,
and of these spaces,
the faces that once were there.
They were there.
They.
Will not remain, ashes, unclaimed.
But will be unleashed again, you will see, the same.
I know God has a plan. Even for a drunk underachiever-poet-wannabe. Like an all consuming flame.
Malevolent demon,
Exploiter of pure malice,
And funny business,
Sif's whorish haircut
Enraged Thor, then soothes gods,
With tripartite gifts,
Goaded Balder's death,
Had perverse shape-shiftier Thokk
More appeasing piques,
Clings Narvi's bowels,
Whilst pains cured by Sigyn's bowl,
Vows evil frequents.
Buxom blonde, eyelashes long
Cabaret singer
Belting out a bawdy song
She’s a dead ringer
Pure sex too
For 50’s lounge singer
Sensual boobs, wig so thick
My most calm boy
Made up in drag, an easy trick
Full of easy joy,
So whoop-dee-doo
And ships ahoy!
Surprising he,
Someone says “you look rather whorish”,
Delighting me
I hate to be peevish or boorish,
But this is drag life in a flourish….
Written: 4-27-2019
Contest: Quirky Tercets
Type: Terza Rima
Sponsor: Nina Parmenter
How the thought of her smiling, sick, rude face
repels me. What ever was I thinking?
My time lost in her sickening embrace
was loathsome, base, gross, foul, vile, and stinking!
O, why gave I myself to one so whorish?
So eager was I to love; young, naive,
and simple, I failed to see then how boorish
she was—so blinded was I to receive
her. In hindsight, I would undo the past,
and remain forevermore a virgin—
pure, and chaste! No shame's in that; but the waste
of not reserving myself was my sin.
For me, carnal knowledge came at great price;
I've learned my lesson, and I'll not err twice!
REMEMBER
My love. Find your strength,
Brave enough to bleed away weeks out of days.
Falling apart on empty lonesome nights.
Waiting for her to speak
Sun warming rays, doomed from my start.
Fell into your fights. Never RESET. (change modes.)
Someday I must learn the difference between stupid and smart.
Protest all you want
I remain uninvolved (can't decrypt the secret code)
In your: Plights and Plots
Forget the fights, and the loss.
Remember to love;
Everyone and thing that to you,
Means a lot.
But what do I got?
To show for friendship or love?
(More of this or not enough of)
SOURED in-utero Tainted memory
WORTHLESS SOUVENIR
From scab to scar, without a second thought.
Preoccupied - Empowered to know what's true.
What not to Fear. Tainted memory,
Enslaved to lifestyles. Poisonous Chemistry
Much like your whorish contagious mystery.
A scarred arm, a scarlet letter Souvenir.
An I am of Love is precept approved,
Doesn’t need approval of concepts' inept,
Doesn’t need the nod of man/woman, only God,
By precept of love’s absolve soul’s love is kept!
Seeing Love’s being is uncompromising,
Not of double mind concepts non-comprising,
Within one’s own precept love is the comprising,
Will be no rising in the mind’s compromising!
As yeast from the east, bread of life is apprising,
Pending only a few mind’s their realizing,
Of love’s precept which is uncompromising,
Where shall you be(?), at the precept’s advising…
In life’s ascension of illusion’s mountain,
Toward the drinking of your precept’s fountain,
Of clear, free moving waters, life appertain,
Where forever love’s precept shall be obtained!
Since the very dawn of precept’s greatness of spawn,
Parasites of concept’s might, sought the abject wand,
Oh Judas concept, mind inept, precept abscond,
The Stubborn Ox, the metaphor correspond!
The belligerent concept, of elder mind,
In complex darkness, is groping, seeking to find,
Within the whorish darkness first light’s refine,
Out of void of darkness came light, mind was blind!
Man once was a sacred human species
Who learned strife using earth’s forms of pieces
From beastly logic of his minds own fiction
Came his illusions of mind depictions
As the wholesome earth quakes at the mind’s fakes
Oil spills of mind’s evil deals, as minds quake
One optional door left to explore, heaven
From whence spills forth the Agape leaven
Choose by grace your lovely persona face
For mind’s face lays our earthen treasure at waste
A golden treasure’s power in human hands
A city treasure of heart or barren lands
Agape’s golden city, or whorish pity
From depth of heart is built, gold’s eternal city
For Contest: The Power In Your Hands
In Honor of: Carolyn Devonshire
Placed #2
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