Poetry Picnic Week 26: Seven Deadly Sins

Welcome to Jingle Poetry @ Olive Garden Poetry Picnic Week 26, 

Last week's poetry picnic was a GREAT one, where the Jingle Poetry Community has had a great opportunity to learn and share poetry on military, ... and we officials at the poetry picnic are happy about the response that You give us. Thank you very much.

This week is going to be very interesting too as we are going to touch upon seven deadly sins, well, everyone got a few, let’s spend some time self checking, or peer picking. Take a sin and study about it, then write what you think of it…Read the samples below, then join us...

THE SEVEN ENLIGHTENMENT'S by JamieDedes  

Luxuria

Shop ’till you drop

And lusting the night away

What emptiness filled?

Gula

Stuffing down dinner

Eating when you’re not hungry

Emotions packed

Avaritia

Must have and more

Never enough when feeling less

Running on empty

Acedia

Ah, discouragement

No faith in God or in Man

Swim in depression

Ira

Wence comes this rage

And hatred is your hallmark

Angry with your Self

Invidia

Other’s good brings low

In your backpack, jealousy

Feeling valueless

Superbia

Arrogance and pride

Heavy indeed your burden

Narcissistic you

Greed by Shan  

On plush leather chairs,
And air conditioned avarice,
They sit and decide our fates.
These suits.
These hierophants of etiquette.

Below in the streets,
People fight for aid sent
from overseas.
They throw money at the armed
well muscled guard.

Begging,
Mercy,
My child is ill.
My family starves.

Coffee is served.
With ginger biscuits.
Ties are loosened,
And money exchanged.
Not pennies,
Like below.

Uncomfortable laughter.
As consciousness
becomes a figment
and a bank balance.
A memory.

Patterns by u keep moving forward  

I only write because I am

Tired and too weak to resist;

Otherwise I would push

The swollen part of myself

Back down to the core of me

And let it marinate,

Waiting for the sweet air

Of expression to connect

With it, allowing the fully

Flavored pain to explode onto

Paper, soaking through

Layer after layer as

The pen presses harder

Against the resisting desk,

Trying to break it apart

With frenzied stabs

And strokes.

I pull the pen back,

Dip it in the

Pure oxygenated blood of my heart, and let

It drip across

The page in random patterns.

Armani Pride by Chris G.                 

Armani, sir, don’t you mind

The scales underneath the silk—

My tongue is worth a hundred souls,

My pen a thousand more.

The world, my throne, self-carved—

I think mere mortal knowing

Might yet be deigned to see

Some tracest memory

Of wealth, innumerable, that lies

Within this fairest grace.

-

Before the pride, yet rides The Fall,

One-winged angel recompense

With Hell and Fire resolute

This passion, wild, divine

Will never bow nor know

Another master but its own—

Smile through the pain,

For you and thee are nothing but

This maddened laughter spouts

From believer, know er, all.

-

Cast me down, you break me down,

It is of your own pathetic drives—

Kill it, beat it, des-e-crate it,

Such a base begotten crave

Of jealousy, and ranched salivation

Of those below the knowing

Of this manicured salvation—

All I need, the dollar, plastered

Forming yet eternal

The foundations of my history.

Seven Deadly Sins by Emmanuel Ibok  

 On the high throne

the judge sits

about to pass verdict

for sins commit.

Her name is called

and I’m the issue

“Remember when you lied?”

the Judge counted

“promised you’ll love him

deceive him to believe

cheat on him in secrecy

lavish his cash

file a divorce

and took all his wealth

Remember?”

She tried to plead

like it was a sin

she inherited

not one she committed

but the verdict

had been concluded

and a seven deadly sins count

was charged against her

for my useful life

she rendered useless

still

my life could not be

restored

as my body slept

peacefully in its casket

and my soul taking flight.

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