libertine

Prisoner of Lore

Foretold once was a place begotten in
the Legendary War of Mankinde.....
faire in wealth and luxourie but void
of love and charitee..
But blind are not who root in povertee
fancy by foe, for foe forgot 
once a war
raged on in these lands 
but now led to become who 
once was won by ways of war
and the villainee they abhorr. 
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The Plight of Virtue by Temptation (a dialogue)

Reighns supreme in the surreal 
night dreams inside , running wild fearing 
no living thing. Once again, into the 
wildernesse stark clad with 
ravenous eyes and wreckless.

 It is then that she appeared to him.

Alone in the living forest black 
night shade and wonderment.
Bewilderment rushe forthe o'r 
his braine and gaze her visage in 
amazement.

A slight figure, had she...with a 
graceful feminine beauty delicate 
and wholly woman, with a feline glow
about the eyes. whilst ample bosom 
heaved forth with each passing breathe
between the fullness of her lips
as if to hide the sharpnesse of her teeth.
as she spake:

I know all that you are, were and ever will be....
A courtier and merchant marine from  Great City
, now on dispatch by the 
Royal Command 
Loyal and honest and respected by man....said she 

And woman alike, m' lady.....said he 
Your fairest enchauntresse, who live in the tree
like a siren, perhaps but more serpentine...
why ...pray tell bespeake you of me
     ( but interrupted by she)

Speak not-now, my good man,
Ventured Far, you have into
this treacherous land ...Too soon
you will be my Lover and 
impregnate me so once more 
life flows mortal in my grey veins.

Slay thee, rotten harlot of these woods ...said he
with conviction
Nought with your tempts to sully 
and corrupt my intention
Not your breast or your tongue to swive
sacred Is, as my Flesh alive

Then upon YOUR flesh I will dine! ....said she
lunging forthe
with lionesse force in strike

and devoured this man 
with effortlesse strenghte and 
swallowed his bones 
  -Oh what creatures exist
that stand in our path 
on all walks of life 
they come unexpected 
but for the sake of your seed
march forthe with protection.
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Death of a Libertine

She Beguiles my senses, but in the past tense;
Extravagant blunderings, drunken and bent.
Decadent pagentry on forsaken dollar;
Corrosion  of tongue and flagrance and squalor.
Depths of despair: The vagrant that wanders
Loathsome and caged  resides my purged  heart
Reviled by th'eyes and ears of the art;
Death by which pleasure? (the Libertine ponders)
 
Author's Notes/Comments: 

libertine is one devoid of most moral restraints, which are seen as unnecessary or undesirable, especially one who ignores or even spurns accepted morals and forms of behaviour sanctified by the larger society.[1][2] Libertines put value on physical pleasures, meaning those experienced through the senses. As a philosophy, libertinism gained new-found adherents in the 17th, 18th, and 19th centuries. (Wikipedia definition)

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Peep Show

Folder: 
Perverse & Bazaar
If poems were tongue
and mind was vagina, 
i bet
you would come
to 
read
mine, huh? 
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Satire on Justice

Folder: 
Perverse & Bazaar

Satyre on Justice 

All rise , to the honourable Name that we Mention
In Justice we stand , or fall at her discretion
Yes, its Her honour,  Yor honour,  and Mine
And it'd be Her honour to Kiss my Behind.
 
Why, whats This you say, Mocking my Court?
She will say, and expect no retort.
Why your honour, your supremeness of grace
May i modestly comment? I speak in good taste?
 
Bespake me  I did to that shrew with conviction 
Decidedly earthbound the jaws of who listen
May i candidly mention your honor,
Your judgement, not right, my life it did squander
 
Ponder a moment, or maybe for two
How easy it is to be courtship, like you.
The grife and hardship left in your wake
Too proud to think as you make no mistake
 
Take this and note it, your court is a farce;
 Its The taxpayer dollar that greases your arse
Truth makes you Shudder at ev'ry  mention
So long to your poet,  dragged off to detention.
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