"adulteress" poems
the paper feels jilted
the pen seems to have abandoned him
he misses her tickling caress
she was always an adulteress
frolicking with the fingers that held her
***paper, pen , fingers
they were an exciting *********
if only he knew
the pen weeps her inky tears
she has lost both her lovers-
the paper lies too far off, too distant
in her sorrow she is spent
unable to touch him
she was first and foremost always his
the fingers were just a necessary flirtation
but now even the fingers have found
more fertile ground?
Meanwhile the fingers come
in ecstatic betrayal
sexting with the keyboard
wham bam thank you ma’m
and its done
-Vijayalakshmi Harish
26/10/.2012
Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish
Oct 26, 2012
Oct 26, 2012 at 1:34 AM UTC
Quiet and demure night
one finds out by chance
is sleeping peacefully
on the same bed,
covered by a grey blanket
the sultry day too seeks after,
the tribulations a day long.
One would think that
smug and complementing light
for her is an anathema, is it?
But now it comes to light,
he is more like her paramour,
this face she keeps hidden
so audaciously, the unabashed
adulteress has no sense of shame
"When you imagine things,
take responsibility to it,
don't try to blame others"
You'd hear her murmur,
the long clandestine affair of
darkness to light, takes me
to where it all began..
will there be diversity
that enriches life without contrast?
The Himalayas should
sincerely thank ocean trenches..
Dec 26, 2014
Dec 26, 2014 at 1:13 PM UTC
The Sun in Sudan is unkind.
There beauty withers into dust.
The people there are primitive,
Their ways are alien to us.
A Christian woman, eight months pregnant,
Has been condemned to lash and rope.
convicted by Sharia law.
Our outrage is her earthly hope.
For Meriam refused to yield,
In Jesus she maintains her trust.
She would not convert by force
To a cult that seeks control of us.
A modern day Antigone,
condemned to death because of faith.
A prisoner of Conscience, she,
Like the Lamb, endures their hate.
She is not clothed as with the Sun.
The child she bears, no Savior King.
She’s labelled an adulteress
though she wears her husband’s ring.
Her faith provides no easy path,
that often is the way of things.
Like all those Martyrs who came before her,
She puts her trust in Christ the King.
May 17, 2014
May 17, 2014 at 7:27 AM UTC
Somewhere between going
and gone,
I left a piece of me.
Somewhere between going
and gone
I sang between two keys.
Never quite this way
or that.
Never reaching high enough,
or sinking low enough.
I would vacillate
and it left me prostrate -
lying face down
somewhere between going
and gone.
Somewhere between going
and gone
he seduced me.
Somewhere between going
and gone
I sang between two keys
never quite his key
or yours.
Never giving quite enough
but taking far too much.
So I would castrate
and underestimate
that your love for me was
somewhere between going
and gone.
Jul 11, 2011
Jul 11, 2011 at 4:52 PM UTC
We all have a scarlet letter
Blazing within our chest.
Some make no attempt to hide it;
Others conceal it best.
I look at some people
And I see their scarlet letter-
And I judge.
I look at the adulteress
And I scorn her-
But I've done the same
Anytime I look for peace
From anywhere but my Lord.
I look at the drunk
And I am disgusted-
But I sin all the same,
Albeit a different way.
I look at the temptress
And I am reviled-
But how many times
Have I played the
Same game?
I look at the sinners-
But I'm really looking
In the mirror-
And I judge them-
But I'm really judging me.
I look at the atheist
And say "How could he
Believe that?"-
But when I live
In sin
And rebellion,
I am showing atheism
Incarnate.
I had a scarlet letter
Blazing on my chest-
I made every attempt to hide it
And save my wounded pride.
But then one day
I met the Savior
And He took my scarlet letter
And placed it on His back-
Now I'm a scarlet debtor
And my letter
Is my past.
Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 3:25 PM UTC
They say we've got to get back to the garden
We got to pull up the roots and wear them on our sleeves
But when you're truly feral, you're somehow still not free
The mud without the lotus, the ***** without desire
A soul asleep too long is born into dirt
Constructed from stale rain and hand-me-down-pain
One flick of the switch and you could have been hallowed
One cruel little trick and here you are hollow
The cosmic sadist and his moral compass
Gets off on selling sanctuary
A painter with the world as his canvas
A scientist with earth as his experiment
A ****** watching a glass-bowl of fish
An Aids avalanche, volcano cancer
Heartbreak earthquake, hurricane mistake
The rolling dice is our degree of pain
A black man's endowed to plant seeds of poverty
A white man's enshrouded with mental instability
Genetic karma makes the whole thing spin
Grandfather was a **** now I'm paying for his sins
The spiritual adulteress, too busy playing cosmic chess
To feel an ounce of our unrest
Are you so smug, being shoved under big bosses rug
A door mat, a poor mouse, a **********
Why did you isolate the mind to breed fear and murky depths
Every second on this spinning plate is another little death
Where is the underground railroad of saints
Who excel in destroying decay
Are they wandering round Nod
Or stuck in some elevated mundane
Do you drink our limbo water, do you prefer aged ***
If perfection's what they aimed for, then the only way is down
Nov 19, 2011
Nov 19, 2011 at 8:01 PM UTC
Zorro black whip
She carries her beauty with her,
Like a gift from the angels beyond.
May peace and love pave her way?
Lovely as a lily floating on the pond...
She became the best con artist
That every exists
She whispered softly
I ‘m going to pin you to my bed
I’ll outline your body with my tongue
Let wait for that instant reaction
My honk of a man
She wasn’t the average frigid woman
Only the best black adulteress
with Zorro’s black whip
As she continues to show off her
Sexuality and power play
Close your eyes and feel the cold ice
as it numb your ******* hard
let my sultry voice calm your nerves
She said
Tiny droplets of water roll down his lovely spine
the shine on his face beam from excitement
so once again he asked of him to
Relax!
and hold all explosives until the end
Allowing her siren sultry voice:
to calm his nerves
Flipping over and reversing the roll
Snapped! Snapped
Pleasure and pain
Was all in the ****** game
She carries her beauty with her,
Like a gift from the angels beyond.
May peace and love pave her way?
Lovely as a lily floating on the pond...
She became the best con artist
From out west
Only the best black adulteress
with a whip
Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 10:41 AM UTC
A child growing out of his clothes, into grown folk
A metaphor for metamorphosis,
A child looking within, questioning, if there’s an adult in this
His childhood of little resourcefulness still made him fortunate
It formed a fighter from birth, against evil’s extortionist
As he was marked from the start like the A of adulteress
No pretty dimes on his line, petty crimes to his name
He’s penny wise with his time, plenty wise for his age
Open wounds made him an open book, his cover couldn’t stay
Every year a flipped page, read between the lines under his eyes
He looks aged, his childhood misplaced
Lost himself, like slaves and last names
The child’s aim was to arrive to adult destiny
He was never given the train
His “Rite Of” Passage
the underground railroad
He freed himself from mental chains
He became
his own Harriet Tubman,
Fled from home, got hip to runnin
Walked through the hills and valleys
reminiscing on fam in Cali
They thought he left to rebel
but truth is he misses em badly
Long ago, his parents a Jack and Jill
went whack for real,
colliding down a hill,
They were taken,
gravity steals
It’s fill of will over them still
And ever since the spill,
they been ill
popped the pills
caught the chills
unpaid bills
losing everything
so they became his Achilles heel
Left an orphan to look like Prodigal,
but the optical isn’t real
His struggle doesn’t appeal,
so many stare unaware,
looks can ****
Labeled as a runaway,
he just took ambition, and ran with it
He can’t look back to miss them, he has to travel the distance
He’s set sight on his vision
He lost everything in the year twenty twenty
So how is he still running?
he lost the baggage with it
A child running out of lessons from adolescence
Adulting is different
He grew up hard and fast,
busted through the concrete
Ready to make the past his *** screamed “put it behind me!”
Hurt people hurt people
So he declared “it’s all love”
They hit him, he gets back up
Thanks to The God up above
Oct 30, 2020
Oct 30, 2020 at 11:49 PM UTC
I wasnt supposed to but we went out running anyway. Call me an adulteress, it doesnt matter by now. Ill never reach these places with him that I do here. Here the wine flows down our throats and the wind rips down our hair and backs. And yes for the millionth time we live out fantasies that in others just lay there
dormant in their coffins for etertinity
my heart is an explosion
of a million tiny rhapsodies
racing around the planets
landing for moments
on thoughts
on animals
on stars and on
trees
and on grass
but pounding in my chest and with
ur heart
all at the same time.
You grab my hand and we are at once
scaling the wall less edges of
the scorching sun
and sitting meaninglessly here
in these moments
i want a song written just for me
i want to frolic among a trillion dandelions
in purple linen dresses
u and me
i want the sun to laugh raining and kissing down our necks and backs
it will be a fantasy
we will be friends
soaking up moments like hawaiian punch
delightfully and lustily
and you will sing a song and give it to me
and when you are done it will sing over agian
and we will never be done hearing it
and we will know
I and He
Nov 15, 2011
Nov 15, 2011 at 6:27 PM UTC
Nerves grind sharply
as freshly drilled teeth
A rotted ghost of old
Haunts in my sleep
Warm acrid bile fills
The back of my throat
As Love soft peals
Erases all my hopes
Peeling back the moist corneum
Of my eager flesh
She exposes the throbbing source of
My distress
Her soothing glare
Renders my bones of fat
And lays them bare
My Mistress, My Mistress!
I have lost the will to
Resist,
You
Wonderfully
Cruel
Evil
Saintly
Dainty
Thieving
Adulteress
Who surrenders me
No rest.
~AD~
May 22, 2010
May 22, 2010 at 7:35 PM UTC
A
Desirous
Unfettered
Loose
Trollop
Exhibiting
Rampant
Elevated
******
Strains
Aug 16, 2014
Aug 16, 2014 at 8:47 PM UTC
Never mind
He’s a cool cat, as a matter of fact
And there ain’t no doubting how you feel about that.
Whilst I am just a pig wallowing in the mud
And I will never be good enough.
She is an ice Queen;
She ain’t no nice day dream.
She will only cause pain
And she is coming for me.
I don’t want you;
Your love is worthless.
It has lost all its meaning because you are an adulteress.
You are no Princess.
Still she is coming to ruin my life,
But I have my garlic and cross;
She screams, I cry.
What have we become when this is all we have?
You can take this love back;
It ain’t worth Jack.
Once it was overwhelming,
Now it is depressing.
Love is not what it used to be;
You have ruined everything.
This curse on my soul leaves me in the dark,
As to how to find sunlight,
When you have my heart.
Tear it apart!
Do me a flavour.
You can keep it, I mean it!
Adios! See you later!
Still she calls and still is my hand.
She never gave a ****
So never mind her plans.
Oblivion is calling;
Let me be gone to absentia.
Let her desire me and miss me;
Give me amnesia and dementia,
So I can just forget her.
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Apr 21, 2018
Apr 21, 2018 at 11:07 AM UTC
and the Adulteress wins again.
the girl gets the bed
and the Adulteress has the rest.
A hellish romance,
formed from a devilish grin,
the Adulteress holds his soul
in her heartless hands.
Cruel intentions on an adventure
to take them all,
and the Adulteress
leads the quest
never getting hurt
in her bulletproof vest.
It won't end until
the Adulteress finds her best fit
Oct 26, 2015
Oct 26, 2015 at 2:51 PM UTC
Everybody makes mistakes in their lives here.
Everybody sins, no matter whom you are too.
Sin is a choice, but it also catches people off guard.
The only perfect one whom has never sin at all.
Was the Christ the Perfect Son of Living God.
As he said when the priest and elders tested him.
With the Adulteress, whom they wanted to stone.
He said to them the one without sin cast the first stone.
He scribble all of their sins in the sand thus they all walk away.
Apr 21, 2017
Apr 21, 2017 at 11:21 PM UTC
Morning glory of love inspired
by waking to your angelic being
The honor of your presence
lying close to me, reveals passion
As my hands caress you effortlessly
gliding across your silky frame
I see you for what you are to me
my muse, my woman and my love
-------------- FLIP SIDE --------------
Another day of hell is looming
upon opening my eyes to this stark view
Why are you still here, I ask myself
when near you I cringe in despair
Touching you is furthest from my mind
as the true passion is dead
I see you for who you really are
an adulteress, a scheming witch and a royal B.
Jun 25, 2016
Jun 25, 2016 at 3:36 AM UTC