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Three poems with 500 words each?  That's a lot ... Not the sinning part - I mean the writing.  Why can't they be intertwined - especially if it's presented as a song.

George Thorogood's "Bad to the Bone" comes to mind ...

"Bad To The Bone"

On the day I was born
The nurses all gathered 'round
And they gazed in wide wonder
At the joy they had found
The head nurse spoke up
Said "leave this one alone"
She could tell right away
That I was bad to the bone

Bad to the bone
Bad to the bone
B-B-B-B-Bad
B-B-B-B-Bad
B-B-B-B-Bad
Bad to the bone

I broke a thousand hearts
Before I met you
I'll break a thousand more, baby
Before I am through
I wanna be yours pretty baby
Yours and yours alone
I'm here to tell ya honey
That I'm bad to the bone
Bad to the bone
B-B-B-Bad
B-B-B-Bad
B-B-B-Bad
Bad to the bone

I make a rich woman beg
I'll make a good woman steal
I'll make an old woman blush
And make a young girl squeal
I wanna be yours pretty baby
Yours and yours alone
I'm here to tell ya honey
That I'm bad to the bone
B-B-B-B-Bad
B-B-B-B-Bad
B-B-B-B-Bad
Bad to the bone

And when I walk the streets
Kings and Queens step aside
Every woman I meet
They all stay satisfied
I wanna tell ya pretty baby
Well Ya see I make my own
I'm here to tell ya honey
That I'm bad to the bone
Bad to the bone
B-B-B-B-Bad
B-B-B-Bad
B-B-B-Bad
Bad to the Bone

Anonymous said:<< post removed >>

You might want to revise your instructions because it says "have to write 3 separate (poems) ..."

Interesting idea

Vishal, I apologize for this. I'm having trouble understanding the directions. Could you explain them once more? It's a very interesting theme. Thanks.

what's in the box??????

johnrot said:what's in the box??????

What he said

Thanks, Vishal. :)

The Garment of Reproah

I'm 'lust' with a dark heart in the midst of sun rays,
my eyes are blinded by the dark shades of Pride as I grope in the light with a tinted mind,
I'm myiopic to the longing souls as I crave to enrich my kingdom of wealth,
I'm top class 'greeeeed'
I'm Just another I, that hides in a garment of a villain- The beautiful garment of Reproah.

I'm so naive that I could get 'lust' in a gay wagon b'cause I've seen some males in their cultural attire,
how stupid I am that I never get past a skirt- a gorilla could have disguised herself in one and roam my streets!
why can't I get satisfaction from the beautiful lady I've got?
she's got all the features a potent head could ever desire,
but I never get enough!
my eyes are getting swollen from looking beyond their reach,
pluck 'em out and they will still want to look,
my mind is dark with vigour to execute evil,
how can I reduce its deluge and be faithful to my Love?

I'm I, I'm high, I'm alright,
I'm perfect, I'm okay,
I'm right-I'm left out of filth,
I squad in a pool of mud to downplay and correction to cover my shame of failures,
I quickly jump on the fence and display my strenghts like a peacock shones off it's elegance,
I sip from mugs of royal thrones,
I ride on unicorns of peace,
an exuberance of arrogance,

I'll take more till I take my casket down the pit with my carcass short of undertakers,
I'll take from even the death in the grave with no remorse,
I agreed to unleash what was due myself until my greed snatched everything for just 'I'
'me' reminded 'I' of the oath,
but I banished him from the trinity and I stood like an immortal,
maybe I'll soon be a god and transform to an unending being with my stored-up barns to fend for 'my forever'
the I in me lures me to theft and covetousness,
I deserve the good things of this world,

I'm soaked in lust,
I'm drowned in pride,
I'm in shackles of greed,
I'm found in sin,
I'm worth the condemnation,
bind me in fetters of purification and pass me through the fires to refine my soul,
still yet,
take me to golgotha,
I'll pro'bly find some blood drops from the crucifix for my sanctification!!!

Song for My Sins

Gluttony

Food, you fill me when I am empty, without.
You are your own inexplicable kind of drug,
for I can feel something soothing happening
to the veins beneath my skin,
my brain’s chemistry as you slide
deep down my throat, making my body warm
and my thoughts tingle with newfound hope
and childlike comfort.

You still my weeping, are like a blanket to
my soul. In a darkened room we lie together.
You make love to my lips with your sweet
taste and texture. I cannot resist you.
But how I ache as fully to be beautiful once
again, to chisel my body into that
streamlined hardness, resulting in the kisses
and friction of something else I crave just
as fully, a man. But I have no man now.
So I cannot give you up, dear gluttony.
You are my surrogate. Sometimes I
believe you are all I have left in this life.

You are my only friend and the best
high I have ever known. Your sugar thrills
incendiary. I would be fine
riding your flight to my death.

I eat and eat. Invisible hands warm the interior
of my body. Soon I will expand until my flesh
meets cohesion with the bed. My mouth tilting
to the side, falling open, the ooze trickling
from my lips. Paralyzed with content. Dead yet full.

Lust

You are the sweetest and therefore the most elusive.
You are nothing but ephemeral. Even in love,
your presence eventually dies away. There is nothing
like the unity you produce. Nothing so right
and necessary as your release. You continue
to mystify, eluding explanation. We intrinsically
know how to make love even if we are never taught it.
Lives are lost for you, wars waged, marriages broken,
innocence violated. Besides my devotion to you
I think I hate you the most, your promises,
your ethereal paradises not meant for the likes of me.

Another of your insults: you last so briefly, yet the agony
of desire is your lengthy prelude. The tortured yearning
you produce in my breasts, between my thighs. My body
groaning with insatiable need.

I am haunted by mere kisses. There is nothing like
the feeling of a tongue in my mouth, a man’s fullness
between my thighs, easing life and joy into me,
making me substantial.

In the theater of my mind, you project visceral images.
A man pushing my back into the wall with his body,
his cock pressing against me beneath my clothing.
Harsh, demanding kisses, his tongue raping my mouth.  
Pulling me with him to the floor and spreading my legs,
pushing himself into me.

So sadly, my friends, gluttony and lust will
destroy each other, along with my soul. The Devil’s
most powerful weapon must be Pleasure. I wonder
what hell God has in store for me. I believe it won’t be
that different from this life, except I will yearn for you,
gluttony and lust, and you will be denied to me.
For now, I am powerless to give you both up.
Please, don’t ever leave me alone.

Thank you so much for this competition and for the win, Vishal. The theme was highly original and one of the most enjoyably challenging topics to write upon. Also, congratulations to sektioN8ty, your piece was lyrical and beautiful...

Toniscales, awesome write congrats for the win..and tenqQue for such a complement, thenxLoads
Donnie Darko, nice idea of a comp. but sad, just a few enteries came in... nonetheless, thenxLoads for the challenge!!!

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