Word of the Day Challenge #70-Untitled Poem

Diaphanous
elegant
beauty
eyes roving
placing
erasing
measuring
your sins
all sins
on display
waiting to be counted
waiting to be accounted.
Tick tock
tock tick
all eyes turn fearfully to the clock.
Stiletto heels
leather skirt
turning heads in lust
rarely in fear
until I come near
making you kneel before.
Finger beneath your chin
look up at me
time has come my lovely
to tell me in true
(know
I know how it all plays out
lying would be
while fun for me
rather painful for you
so let us skip that one)
Your voice
my eyes
your tears
my justice.
Darling you thought it was a lie
you thought you could run
you thought you could hide
now you understand
there is no escaping me
Karma is my name.
Karma is my game.
Karma……
pretty to look at
smarty pants too
here I come
better run
you are still going to pay.

©Oct. 25/19
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Queen Lilith

Sitting
legs swinging
devilish grin upon my lips.
Taunting
teasing
peeking over bared shoulder
eyes daring you
warning you
do not come so close.
Glimmer of seduction
blood red lips
shimmy of slender hips.
Come hither.
Come crawling
between my breasts
my legs
feel the heat arising.
Arms around
whispers in your ear
pulling you close my dear.
Mocking laughter begins to swirl
madness resounds.
Echoes in a never ending chasm
free fall
no net to stop your descent.
You will find yourself bound
chained
my slave
my thrall
tears fall from your eyes
drip from your chin.
You are mine
never will you win.
I personify
temptation
desire
seduction.
I am the dream
lingering in your mind
not quite awake
not quite asleep
at your throat
you will feel my teeth.
Not a tale told by religion
to keep all safe.
This is the story of my life.
©July 12/19
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Bloated Morality

Table of gold
inlaid jewels
(greed)
set with ignorance
set with entitlement
set with rampant disregard
for anything that impedes
destroys
tests
the belief held
the superiority felt
enter the conclave.
Come one
come all
insinuate self
introduce sin
into the kingdom of god.
Succulent dreams
temptations
likes of which
never seen
forever shrouded
mist of needs.
Delusions
atop the high horse
(pride)
fall will come
no more hiding
no more denying
tarred
feathered
fall from grace
fall from……
Spread before the altar
tales told
inanities muttered
shouted
performed on roof tops.
(Too little.
Too late.
Broken trust.
Broken faith.)
Silence 
forever quoted.
Lies 
epitome of truth.
Judged nevermore
at the golden gates.
©June 6/19
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Pauper Souled

Pauper poor
born to a family preachers
never had enough
envy
a sin that could not be excised.
Eloquent voice
roaring from the pulpit
extorting
bullying
stealing
building a kingdom upon the backs of the broken.
Slowly
shadows encroaching
falling to the wayside.
Forgotten:
tenets of love
peace
helping others.
Learned:
tenets of hatred
war
forsaking all.
Money clenched tight
two fists
never letting go.
Why use it as it should be?
To feed the poor.
To help communities.
Reach out to the forgotten
the addicts
the soulless.
Instead used thus…..
Home built upon a hill
glass and gold agleam
cherubs guard the gates
stained black
gorging on sin.
Cling to the fantasy
celebrate worth
celebrate love
while in the corner……
the Devil does sit.
Hellions
imps
demons
slathering
hidden by the shadows
waiting
lusting for the bloated soul
the vile poison oozing from pores.
Patience
while called a virtue
is something the denizens of Hell
are familiar with
as they wait
watching
waiting
for one to trip.
They descend
wrapping
in wicked embrace
ignoring the screams
down they go.
Oh poor baby
really thought all would be forgotten
forgiven
absolved at the pearly gates
failing to remember 
the deal made.
©April 30/19
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Untitled Word of the day Poem #24

Set back
my home
my prison
at the end of the road
watching 
every day
as live people walk by
shuffle by
run by
afraid of the voices calling.
Vicious
murderous
we rove through these grounds
reaching for the living
as they pass.
Signs of the cross
muttered prayers
crossing the road
flick the evil eye
all in attempt to stay saved
from this mealy yard.
Eyes vacant
lips creased in sneers
wandering this death spot
forever attached to this sin.
stones falling
rubble abounds.
Once this was a hospital.
Once a school.
Once an insane asylum.
Now blooded
blackened
ruins 
unsanctified ground
rovers we all be.
Murderous Fools.
Revenge on the lip
curse on the sky
forever tied to these broken bones.
Feb. 26/19

Moral Bankruptcy

***The 2nd of two poems submitted and rejected by The New Yorker. ****
When demons do fight
with knives and chains
looking to eat the masses.
Talons crooked
deep within the chest
attached to the godly soul
draining it of emotion.
The pain and despair
candy upon their lips
as they feed upon those
who litter the entryway to hell.
All who have claimed thy kingdom come
wake within sulfuric pits
burning within
burning without
paying for their sins.
It was hard to fathom
a great shock
gasps of alarm
upon awakening at Satan’s gate.
Voices wailed
decrying their goodness
their godliness
they did all they could to be true to the Lord’s word.
They trod on the rights of women.
They stamped down the rights of the LGBT.
They dismissed children whose voices
rose
calling them all assholes.
Cleansed the land of all those not alike.
But that was what we were taught
upon the knees of our fathers
and grandfathers.
There must be a mistake.
No mistakes here
only men who will now muster
confederates to their crimes
and they shall try to seize the demons place
only to discover there is another bottom to hell.
March 18/18
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Let Us Sin

Music swells
bodies move on the street
colorful floats
women dressed in diamante
hips moving
swaying
siren’s call to sin.
Strangers becoming friends
lovers
dancing
grinding
time for all to have fun.
a week of desires
fun
wilding
before the beginning of lent.
Pious
in faith
in dress
kneeling before the priest
confessing
smiling in secret
knowing that the dance will begin again.
Sept. 22/18