Frequent surfacing in night club
And the Lion sprouts from a cub
Soon, you cease to be submissive:
Life begins to be permissive.
With others you may shoulders rub
Sometimes, sincere courtesies snub.
A used-to-be-meek aggressive,
At inconstancy progressive....
In night clubs be sure of hubbub,
The filthiest thoughts served perfumed dub
Yet, life here should be extensive;
Clubs heal could The Hypertensive:
Others are asleep you are awake
And, for the fun of it, sometimes rake.
Strengthen even in weakness
The strength that a man resist is much more persist by a woman, it is granted to her because God knows each gender attributes he instill.
So if you are a whoremongur, you shouldn't want to be permissive anymore, because God got you on duty, at the same hour of the enemy time. Make sense become accurate in the eyes of the permissible, before foolishness drip on the masculinity, Purpose being denied are the results of a wasted brain. God moving forward on those who can retain is something worth that man being shame. And when the feminine role resist to stay it's only to say she found a safer place called dignity, not for the public peace, but for the loyalty she lives by. And for the peace of her own sanity. That God has given her the peace to start war because he knows her strengthen even in weakness.
Most of the places judged Exclusive
A keen observer impress as Elusive,
Doors firmly closed to The Intrusive,
Their sweet airy windows inclusive...
From these I'd try statements conclusive:
Fate not changed by one being intrusive
And, clearly,not by being submissive
In relation to the Exclusive
Kept by a body damned cohesive
With dumb hatred for The Permissive...
The whole thing,here on earth,instructive:
Look more inwardly: be constructive
Or soon thou shalt be The Promiscuous
For just wanting to be conspicuous.
Category,cry,money, people,wisdom
He lights cigarettes not his regular,
The Poorest Tobacco making popular,
For it parting with hard earned chinks
And its service enjoying with blinks;
Beer not his proclaimed Brand
Still finds its way into his hand;
To its bringer The Longest Hug,
Much of the beer spilled on a rug …
A woman in the skin-tight
Has made her flaws light,
He willing to be quiet
And concentrate on inner riot …
He is The Permissive Hedonist,
Not qualified to rubbish An Animist:
Feeder on Worldly Pleasures,
Bat-blind to other treasures.
Across the millennia,
discussing the lapse:
infra or sub or
supra, perhaps?
A logical ordering
somewhat rehearsed…
Did God have to wait
or work it out first?
Is He sin’s author?
His decree permissive?
Certainly don’t mean
to be dismissive…
A no to the first,
the next, some degree,
'tis mostly man’s pride
declaring self free.
These sequenced events
would seem ‘gainst His nature;
He knew and it was
in my nomenclature.
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H/T To Maurice Rigoler's Prelapsarian
I
Relationships LORD
My trips
Asking You
Blessings, Cure
For All
II
"African" Omicron
Or European
Travel Restrictions?
Travel Apartheid?
Permissive Will,
Or Sovereign?
III
Still, Abba
Bowing Now
Loving Thee
Love All
and m e
** OMICRON is Letter 15 in the Greek Alphabet; It is also a star
*T* The 2 cases of Omicron Coronavirus in USA includes a person who returned from South Africa; and a Minnesota man who went to NYC for an anime convention. South Africa or its region did not "create" this mutation; African scientists did a great job in identifying it and sharing info with WHO.
I don't mean to be dismissive 'Whatever you think'
but some parents are much too 'You kids decide'
permissive 'What could go wrong?'
The kids often turn out derisive ~ 'No skin off our backs'
their folks, you surprised? so submissive 'Have it your way'
The Conundrum of Adam
David J Walker
Having forgone my claims
On sainthood
I stand naked for all of
Nature to see
I am Adam and the
Part of me that is Eve is
Missing and may be
Reclaimed only in
permissive sin
and contrary to reports
the purport of my innocence
is exaggerated
I am a willing sinner
Unaware of snakes or apples
Unable to remember
The words of God
Only the odd meaning of the
Conundrum resonates
Feminism
Nude women pose, showing off their wares,
To thirsty gentlemen with debonair wolf stares
Where money and pedigree stock distinguish
Them a cut above the common people; and pricey hookers
With plastic enhancements pasted in paint, solicit their company.
And so these permissive women take the lead and allow,
Others to teach their daughters provocative attitudes,
In body use, that is pleasing to captive audiences,
Who idolized them as talented and beautiful,
And intellectually liberated, whatever your perspective;
It is a dangerous degradation of feminism to justify,
This mother and daughter relationship that can be infectious,
With historical examples, in male-dominated cultures.
Prostitution is not gainful employment nor a profession.
Mother Goose and Father Time
All together had children nine.
Love ruled hers,
His were let free.
All wound up productive, happy and fine.
embers of fire burst
a conflict of the dragon
enforcing strict rules
helping maturing up brave
facing full heat of the sun
10/13/2017
Our ties are conditioned
to change, I concede,
But loss of love infuses vice
She staggers from
sensuous embrace
to unsavoury tryst
A single day for her
endures derision
and fuses with spite
Permissive intrusions on
her formative grace
ensure a slow descent
Idyllic consumption of faith
melds with disgrace
And discarded life
is piled upon nameless symptoms
My beloved maiden buries creed
She tippy-toes between star-rays
in recurrent mists
Thrust by uneven electives
to the throes of inquest
Finding those with a sensitive nature...
unbearably kind
They judge and spew soundless expletives
Clamour for unreachable life infinites,
She senses
that hope beyond a steep pier
is indelibly true...
but putatively quaint
She dives for cover
when senses engage
Derides her stilts
when
time is lost
And sings my praise
when night invites
Battle of the Sexes??
Amorphous metrosexuals haggling over who’s going to hold the bags.
Sight seeing
Never ask directions of a man standing naked in a kayak
Hick up
Whiskey never asks permission of the permissive.
So sew
Thirty-three thimbles teetered on the table top.
Knothead
He drove the nail from one side of town to the other.
John G. Lawless
12/10/2015
submitted to – One liners 6,7,8,9,10
sponsor – Bev Smith
Think I'll write something uplifting
About flowers and the birds and the bees
When I was in school way back when
Sex talk created much unease
It wasn't a subject taught in schools
When I was a young whipper snapper
Attended school very many years back
After prohibition and the flappers
Us guys used to sneak behind the barn
And flip through the pages of Playboy
When reaching that very naughty centrefold
It was difficult to contain our joy
Guys that say they didn't sneak looks
At a copy their daddy kept hidden
They're not being truthful about their reaction
They totally lost their inhibitions
We've come a long way since I was a lad
The Internet is teeming with ****
The schools don't need to teach it any longer
A permissive society has been born
Well I'm really not sure that was uplifting
Titillating is a much better word
The more we talk about sex education
The more my speech gets slurred
© Jack Ellison 2015
They are silently screaming under the canopy
Of the hundreds of branches breathing aloud
Baying for the sky, the sea of trees
Beneath their veil lingers not a sound
Nor earthly remains of a thousand spite
Suicides—who may yet wander west
Through these woods, without respite,
Step after step in purgatorial debt
To the trees which they tainted with broken necks
And minds numbed in narcotic delight
As their veins became too polluted and wretched
And left themselves to decay in the daylight
Aokigahara, mother of permissive relief
May your black trees shroud their endless grief.
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