"immoralities" poems
The crown is crowned…
Queens’ skull filled and fit
The crowd yelled and hell…
Long live the great queen
And, the kingdom untied…
Out of scary and harass
It begins a royal customs…
Concert is growing up high
Sunshine, freely moving…
And everyone face is filled
Behold! Queens’ speech…
Is begin spread, to crowd
The crown is a crown…
Not every crown is a crown
Our crown is enormous…
The greatest crown ever
We are inimitable to rule…
This world, stock and barrel
We must proliferate…
Our well prominent desires
We call all to behold…
Our intention, will not free
Our invasion is, for all…
To lead the world wholly
Not for, to enchain again…
But, to design new hope
And, this crown is our…
Shall cross the threshold all
No stallions and horses…
Shall bear our heaviness
Lion and lioness shall sob…
Because of fear and fairness
No elephant will dance…
On any elephantine floor
No monkeys to climb up…
Any tree to chomp a fruit
And, rodents will not free…
For robbing others’ stuff
We may stay in, longer…
Stirring every living on gravel
Some may give in, and…
Other will be tardy to breathe
Lay the blame on no one…
But on someone like thee
We are sentient for that…
Grubby games been in playing
Corruption is a hobby for…
Everyone living on this terrain
It grounds unawareness and…
Uprisings to this living space
Immoralities subjugated all…
Elders and younger living gaps
Bribery awfully deep within…
The hearts and no compassion
Extravagancy and fraud hit…
Every narrow, in this legroom
Everyone claiming the high…
Possession and supremacy to all
Needy get no crumb of aid…
Because, everyone claim is poor
We call not on behalf but…
To stay in you are and stay safe
May 21, 2020
May 21, 2020 at 1:41 PM UTC
Dear my husband to be,
Watch out for those girl who attempts you to be with,
Never let your eyes be blinded because of their sweet kisses.
Never let your body reacted because of their playful touch.
Remind me at all times, be reminded that I am faithfully waiting for you
And keep praying that you may not fall from their beautiful appearance
But yet, they heart and mind is full immoralities.
My husband to be,
I can't wait to see you face to face.
And to meet you in unexpected place.
I hope, we are the same.
Excited to fulfill a thing that is called
Dream wedding.
Pray for me, so I will stay faithful
And I will pray for you,
so that you will remain pure.
That's all!
Sincerely Yours,
So not perfect soon to be wife.
Dec 12, 2015
Dec 12, 2015 at 7:25 AM UTC
Rain falls on the ground. Drizzling water.
Television turned on. Angry rhetoric.
New plans proposed. Armies marching.
Please, please, please
pray for peace.
Skies black with hate. Lazy yelling.
Fish swim back and forth. Danger unaware.
Tribes gather and they scold. Malicious vibes.
Please, please, please,
pray for peace.
Watching children learn. Violence dominates.
Corporations preach and burn. Insipid parasites.
Grass grows in tones of brown. Dying atmosphere.
Please, please, please,
pray for peace.
Water runs fast and slow. Strangers shouting.
Trees shade and have no leaves. Corporate hello.
Moon rises naked in the sky. Sun is empty zero.
Please, please, please,
pray for peace.
Churches empty as stores open. Religious tolerance.
Dinosaurs gone but more to come. Media harmony.
Up is downwards and down is up. Confusing immoralities.
Please, please, please,
pray for peace.
Let peace be on our lips.
Let peace be in our hearts.
Let peace be our only word.
Please, please, please,
pray for peace.
Apr 16, 2016
Apr 16, 2016 at 4:06 AM UTC
Take me back to yesterday
When holiness ******* prosperity
When churches won souls
Not the craze for numbers and money
Take me back to yesterday
When we taught moral instructions
Where teachers were models
Not paedophiles and opportunists
How I so miss yesterday!
Take me back to yesterday
When girls covered up
Knelt to greet Elders
Fetched from the stream
Where *** before marriage was a taboo
Today, celebrities project immoralities
Singers praise corrupt persons
Officers collect bribes
Contracts and admission are for highest bidders
Please take me to yesterday
Take me back to yesterday
When men married women
Women married men
Where we raised respectable boys and girls
Not sadomasochists and sadists
Take me back to yesterday
Where politicians served us
We looked up to them
Today, the table is turned
But from the beginning;
It was not so
Take me back to yesterday
Where we rubbed organic
You call it Coconut oil
I call it "Adi Agbon"
Where we wore "Shuku" in all shades
And adorned in beautiful beads
I miss yesterday
Hence my poetic pen drips
If you miss yesterday
Come ride with me
Let's go back to yesterday
That we may better our tomorrow
Sep 9, 2019
Sep 9, 2019 at 4:02 PM UTC
Dens, devils dark alleys
Apart from the quiet disco beats
The house-techno-electronics melodic
Or timbres of the naughty riddims rhythmic
And the dim coloured alternating disco-lights
Else, Dens are blurry dark
With all addicts-of *** narcos or gins
In there no one sees no one
Just the silent talks of sins around
The usual businesses brought them there
In the mixture of multicoloured lights
So no one will talk of anyone once lights returns
Yet they shared something in common
A gal maybe, a cocoa puff or a shisha vapour!
A cigar smoke or a ***** tot and danced it ***** to dawn
In there are naked nudes-
Dames as well as few muscled-dudes
Teasing silent seated decent dressed
Stripping, selling their worth or wealth
To these willingly seriously immerged
In the occults of the immoral ****
Some are seductively rolling with the podium poles
Their greased groins incised on it metallic luster
Grating-grinding-dancing dirtily down
Its silvery smoothness in timed tempting
Slow spicy synchronic, slutty slides
Watching the salivating seated
Erotically elated shift in their chairs
Some, skimpily skinned are snaking their boneless bodies up-down
In caressing zigzags of mastered dancers ***** arts
Immorally exposing their mostly expensive parts in bits
To tempt and trap these blind corrupted moths in their Lucifer’s lights
Forcing them to dig deeper their posh pockets to pay to be bemused
Business here is crooked, dark!
Like ***** and her Gomorrah
Or Tyre and her Sidon
It begins with the fall of the night:
The extinguishing of the day's light
And ends with moments to dawn’s bright
In there all night are all dealers of immoralities
Of dark arts, of *** or of drugs
Goons as well as criminals of government deals
And the corrupt business billionaires sandwiched
Richly enjoying the **** of the sinfulness-
Sharing, wasting, the rapacious richness
Of their easily gained supernormal profits
On these salacious naked nudes, free to feel
In there in the masquerade of these rainbow lights
No one sees no one, no one will say of anyone
Just cash exchanges hands
You got it, you get what you need
All the services you want-its all at your watch
With just a snap of the finger, all easily you acquire
You are the master, everyone else your servant slave-
At your disposal to your utmost attendance
© Kìùra Kabiri. All rights reserved.
Mar 27, 2017
Mar 27, 2017 at 5:05 AM UTC
The Lord spoke of words today
Reminding me of how much He has given me
Caught unaware by the words that He said
Revealing the sins of my broken faith
And as my luminous wings began to fray
He began pulling my feathers, one by one
Until I was naught more than broken man, afraid that
I have faithlessly sought only after His forgiveness
I begged him, “Please, of what sins and immoralities
had brought me so far away from your pathway
towards salvation and your forgiveness?”
And He said, “But you’re the one that slipped away.”
The devil spoke of words today
Reminding me of how much I owed him
Lost in the thoughts of what he had said
Revealing threads of his devious puppetry
By the strings and by a finger’s delay
I danced his twisted show of mockery
Despite how much I struggled to break free
I depended far too much on his malicious guidance
I begged him, “Please, of what uncertainties
had brought me so far down this pathway,
towards misery and your relentless tug?
And he said “You’re the one that’s slipped away.”
©2014
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 5:12 AM UTC
Blessed are the papers
that the poet writes on
for they will be filled
with mind and soul
Pieces of letters
Infinitely watering
the growing lilacs and daisies
planted in broken soils
Of moralities and immoralities
The curious wind hovers
Of fantasies and realities
It lands to the flowers
complex worlds
In the Paper, there it blooms
Unheard words
In the Paper, it unfolds
Covering scars or --
Opening wounds
through tattooed verses
of stories untold
Eyes and ears
in desperate propositions
Weapons and swords
in silent revolutions
A wondrous space.
Perhaps, it's an art exhibition.
of black inks in white textures,
the cheapest I've known.
Aug 7, 2017
Aug 7, 2017 at 2:53 PM UTC
Enter into my world
Enter Into my darkness
The depth of my immoralities
Let me lay you on my altar
Enter your mind
Devour your flesh
Ignite the smoldering fire inside
Freeing your soul of timidness
The delusions of right and wrong
Apr 23, 2019
Apr 23, 2019 at 9:13 AM UTC
It is dark and vehement
Thinks in natural immoralities
Devours ideas and ideals
With an insatiable desire
It was the runt of the litter
Yet grew the quickest
By consuming his sibling
To near extinction
Now I feel it's appetite
I yearn for it's cravings
I beg for it's voracity
And it feeds, a little, upon me
You might of met it occasionally
In my eyes or through my touch
I have a favor to ask (?)
Will you feed it when I'm gone
Dec 30, 2016
Dec 30, 2016 at 4:28 AM UTC