Best Immorally Poems
In the ancestral call of righteousness
They failed the almighty creator
There in the Forbidden Garden of Eden
Who could tell where the sinful garden is now?
That smal pretty hut where sin began in deceitful manner
Then to the days of brave Noah
And the Sodom and Gomorrah set in immorally like dogs
Which kind world we are, where man is so unkind to mankind?
Doors are shut in mysterious manner then broken aftermath
Women travail in pain whilst men labour
Children are left naked swinging in pain
The footless human snake materialized all this crime
I watched as it hissed and moved about
The ancient curse to mankind in unkindly tongue caused it
Men are so unkind to mankind yet satisfied
So unkind to the universe, our little china doll
Treating her against the will of the creator
The creator wanted us to treat the universe
LIke a fragile creature he had created it to be
But sound of war sounds nearer in the image of Lucifer
Tears streaming down from the eyes of men like river flow
Man unkind to mankind, things sway and fall apart
Rolling, turning like the sun round the earth
We catch new birds each day tempted by their hips
Babies now know the distance of the journey at back
Corruption dwell and feast bread with men, blood shed
Forget not the world wars, forget not homosexuality
Remember masturbation, remember child abuse, same sex marriage
The righteous tattoos on human bodies
The death of Abel in the bleeding ground
Remember, remember, the ransom of the only son
Of what profit is wickedness anyway when sand we return?
Beautiful image of the deceiver paying tribute to mankind
Why man is unkind to mankind?
I smile not here as evil generate in our world
When would mankind problems be solved?
Is it after the messiah comes?
Pretty look betray pretty smiles
Evil has overshadowed righteousness and
Man unkind to mankind
>>1111>>A TRAPPED JEHOVAH"S WITNESS CHILD>1111>>Quincy Mac<<1111<<
date written: 23.11.2015
I strip myself of all security wishing it was you that could ravage me immorally.
I enter piece by piece, till my body relaxes.
All I want is you, that’s what I call satisfaction.
I lean back to submerge my head lifting my arms to wrap them around my neck.
Goosebumps and shivers they come and go, as my lips part to say “lets go”
I run my hand down my chest searching for the part that will start the rest.
Soft at fist but they don’t put up a fight it’s you they want they stand alight.
The touch they feel makes them surrender because it’s not me but you they
remember.
You pull, I shiver, you rub, I dither.
Leaving that place I love so well, moving down south to some hotel.
Moving through this warm fragrant water,
My legs being to part with amazement and wonder.
Working my way to my inner thigh all I can think of is your deep husky sigh……….
Keeping the main one on that spot loved so well while moving its neighbors further
down to dwell.
All I feel is you enter, with one more load gasp I completely surrender
Rubbing on that spot you know will make me scream, all I can think of is you
pushing down onto me.
Don’t stop finish me off, as I begin to tighten and imagining you release.
The thought of you deep inside of me causes my heart to skip a beat
Pulling me up as if there were strings on my hips, my back arches leaving its drips.
With one final whimper I begin to deliver, I scream the name out loud that gave me
this immense pleasure.
DEAD SNAKE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE TRAIL
SNAKE! I see you!
I see you tightly curled around that rock
waiting, in your evilness
to attack a man, passing. Why?
I walk this trail, daily, almost.
It is something I have to do. I
did not see you yesterday. Were you here then,
lurking evilly to get me?
Or were you hunting, as God intended,
to secure your subsistence? Perhaps you were
enjoying Nature's radiance on a sunkissed
asphalt trail, a creature's bliss, sustained by God?
now, here you are - -
DEAD! That rock killed you. It
lay on your head, immorally thrown
by one who hates, or fears you.
It could be nothing less
that caused your death, oh snake.
Primordial fears, shaking hate
casts man into a reality of . . .
Killing snakes. Because . . .
The snake was feared,
The rock was there
and loathing man,
knew no better.
REFRAIN:
(Who else would wantonly kill the creatures of God
until the scent of their beauty, the taste of their bounty,
has dissolved into a wistful dream of barrenness?
Man, the hating antipathy of Nature's burgeon.)
Here is a tale of the tail
She put herself up for sale
She took his money
And gave him her honey
A street walker in the neon night
Doing what is immorally right
Bending over into his car
She wants to make him tonight’s star
They got to the ho-tel
And on the pad he fell
His arms and legs bound
She went around and around
Took his bread
Closed her spread
Split in a flash
Gave her daddy the cash
On to the next one
Before the rising sun
Did what she does best
Making everyone her guest
Found dead
On the bed
Throat slashed
Bread cashed
Make every effort to be at peace
not just with a few but everyone
holiness also is a definite must have
for without it, God's blocked out undone
God promises to provide His grace
but one needs to obtain it to not fail
kill off all bitter roots at the stem
for many fail being defiled to be in jail
One doesn't want to be like Esau
or be found sexually immorally sinful
this is falling into Satan's clutches
better live close to God be found faithful
Esau was found out selling His birthright
after a while God's blessing he did seek
but he was rejected no matter his tears
repentance had left him his future bleak
Learn these important lessons really well
peace and holiness you can't do without
for it's your passport to the eternal home
this Jesus said is what it's all about
(Strive for peace with everyone, and for the holiness without which no one will see the Lord. See to it that no one fails to obtain the grace of God; that no “root of bitterness” springs up and causes trouble, and by it many become defiled; that no one is sexually immoral or unholy like Esau, who sold his birthright for a single meal. For you know that afterward, when he desired to inherit the blessing, he was rejected, for he found no chance to repent, though he sought it with tears.)
Hebrews 12: 14-17 (ESV)
Liberty has been taken hostage, abducted in many parts
Of the world
Freedom is often smothered, suffocated in many hearts
In this world
Both are often used as steady stepping stones
By demagogues and fibbers to break the bones
Of patriots or sincere citizens yearning for justice
Respect, humanity and peace
Freedom was supposed to be the beacon of democracy
What happened? Nobody knows. Hypocrisy
Is a fatal contagion, which is ruining our society
Like a flashy oxymoron in an esoteric ecstasy
Be alert! Be vigilant! Freedom means
Different things for different folks
Liberty is like an abused substance
Where repulsive recidivists or wannabe crooks
Use unimaginable decoy to bamboozle innocent citizens
Be aware of nebulous nuances or weird connotations
Be on the lookout for spurious explanations
Freedom and liberty for all are about being free
Like eagles in the clouds, and the squirrels on the tree
Shaking small branches, while lightly groping trunks and leaves
Always be aware of the artful dodgers and the slick thieves
That’s a voodoo ploy, a trick to hypnotize the body
And to annihilate the very essence of the soul
Cry foul, speak out! A human is not a remanufactured tool
An unceremoniously born again or an uneducated fool
Freedom is audaciously very expensive, not obviously cheap
Freedom is a paradox for countless poltroons who peep
And weep like crocs swimming in a swap full of evil creeps
Beep your horn if you believe that everyone should be free
And be aware of the camouflaged criminals in the quarry
Blow the horn again, because innocent people don’t belong
In jail. I wish seeing an evil transgressor swallowing his tongue
Simply to live how it is to lose freedom or being hurt wrong
Because liberty is about the truth, freedom is about justice
And honest individuals are about love, respect and peace
Sweet freedom is like vital oxygen and vitamins for the body
And liberty is about bona fide hope and happiness for humanity
Liberty has been immorally taken hostage
And freedom belongs on the zenithal stage
Holding the eternally effulgent torch
That no pariahs shall ever touch.
Copyright © March 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry
Should I not shut my lips
Over what one rarely naked strips?
The dirty that should first be washed,
Then perfumed, before at them rushed…
All that which for eternity mustn’t be revealed;
My lascivious embraces I had better I left sealed;
The vast battering anxieties
Frowned upon by our penalizing societies?
Man shows it much appetite
With a love drama that mustn’t near the light,
To hopefully Chinese whispers halt.
And screen an eye-bleeding fault
By my overblown fears spurred,
After lucid mind has been blurred:
Advances glimpses of a reputation lost;
That which I had earned t a great cost.
Biblical Cain’s display of it was not peculiar,
It’s facsimile by our fratricidal actors familiar!
For politicians with an approaching election
And past voters just can’t have.
Scandalous yesterdays that should escape detection
And eager enquiries eternally starve…
Oh Yes! Their slaps of their wives helpless cheeks,
Which the press had not pounced on for long weeks
Besides involvement in the extramarital
While in trousers immorally experimental!
By many taken to an absurd length
On as a common a thing as night stroll.
The chosen scenery concealing with strength;
A sureness they would over the other ghostly side roll!
The choice of interviewers for a hot job
And people whose discussed failures a lot rob;
Regular callers of their doctors for a check-up
And crooks who wouldn’t hear “A Game is up”.
More reasonable over classified documents
And businesses that raise monuments;
Any of the private contests, not a tournament
And ventures injured, no liniment;
The time a visit to a bank is certain,
The withdrawn to be calmly counted over drawn curtain.
Secrecy,
I’ve personally promised,’ No Apostasy’.
Anthropoid history books
typically assume seeking sheltered safety at night
and healthy development by day,
although not unique to humane natured value systems,
are morally
and legally
and culturally significant
only as humanly experienced/not experienced.
What does set us apart,
morally
and legally
and politically
and economically
and culturally,
in addition to left-hemisphere verbal dominance,
is not our cooperatively healthy/safe
Great EarthChain Climate
of co-empathic win/win becoming
co-arising restorers of Earth EcoMatriarchal Justice
appreciating some high and deep quality
of Patriarchal Peace
potentially anticipating CoEmpowerment
and EcoPolitical EnLightenment,
less "human nature only need apply"
bright white
straight male light
privileged.
I believe this historically significant assumption
that all living
hearted
breathing day-time conscious creatures
do not necessarily seek safe sacred night shelter
and healthy daytime regenerative wealth co-investments
is necessary
to block cognitive/affective dissonance
about our outrageously anthropocentric
morally and legally undemocratic
disenfranchising
divesting hubris,
Out left-hemisphere predative sense of being exclusively "chosen"
Creator's gift to sacred Earth,
to use as suits
our left-hemisphere "humane/divine"
natured/spirited purpose,
to exploit,
to prey upon
our own safe nighttime sensed Earth eco-shelter,
To aggress,
verbally and non-verbally,
illegally and immorally,
against our own potential daytime healthy
compassionately communing
wealthy ego/eco-bicameral
multiculturing Creations
Images empowering
and disempowering,
Memories enlightening
and intuitively safe
within non-violent
EarthFeminist
restoring EarthJustice Peace
at least at full-moon
warm breezed night.
Just a series of taps,
Deeper into that hole,
No that hole,
Just a series of taps,
All their holes,
Any hole you can imagine is here,
Just a series of taps,
Illegally legal & immorally moral,
Just a series of taps,
Finger tip mantras,
Normalise our naked youth,
Just a series of simple taps,
The Algorithm stealthily sells innocence,
To the slave market of the MAPs
more then
a turtle totally
the true meaning of
a shell will tell mortality
cursing
immorally
immortality
don't even speak
shut up
please let's
look at the shell
we all live in but don't
call
home
though all so
fragile hide ourselves
but this
this was his
life and the life and
times of a humble turtle
he within
his self held
a shell of love for all
those who knew him well
Ofilio
Vapid morning light
fails me, while you passes down.
And immorally
I can not help but make your
reflection in my liquid.