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Flower Evil Poems | Evil Poems About Flower

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Details | Epic |

The Emperor, and the holy man

The Emperor and the holy man

Once, a long, long time ago
There lived an Emperor
He had conquered half the world
He couldn’t be worshipped more
And everyone within his realm
They done what he did say
For each knew that to disobey him
Could mean his dying day.

One day this Emperor did decide
To sail to India
He’d heard about those holy men
And the tales in him did stir
A lot of curiosity 
He decided he would go
And find one, then bring him back home
He had a need to know.

Romanda was a holy man
He’s deeds were legendary
He never wore no clothes at all
And everyone could see
That he was someone very special
Many had seen his power
And they knew that time with him
Could bring one’s soul to flower

The Emperor sent some men to find
That holy man, did he
He told them bring that Guru back
Deliver him to me
So off they went to do his will
But Romando he refused
He said your man must come to me
Those soldiers were confused!

The Emperor, he was upset 
He found that holy man
He offered him jewels and, and money too
And he did not understand
When our hero turned him down again
He drew his sword on him
It didn’t look good for the holy man
That Emperor looked grim!

Romanda told the Emperor
“My friend, chop off my head
If this is what you’re bound to do
But you won’t kill me dead
I left this body years ago
You cannot kill what’s not
Oh, you may kill this shell I’m in
But that’s not worth a lot.

He said ‘why do you conquer
Don’t you know, it’s a disease?
When you have conquered everything
Will you then be at ease
Put your sword away, my friend
Don’t be so childish now
Know you a man who says he’s great
He really has no power”.

The Emperor was beaten by
A naked, unarmed man
The great man? Stood there foolishly
He did not understand
How this man was unafraid
He’d never glanced within
Great Emperors, they only know
The mind and all its din.

12 September 2013@1835hgrs.


Details | Light Poetry |

You Do Not Know Me

Dark angels dance overhead
Storm clouds swirl within my head
Smiles are the veils of hidden thoughts
Tormented souls question not what is not

Ile St Louis, a swamp of nighttime beasts
Where soon poets shall roam
All that changed, the darkness kept the same
Only evil flowers dare to grow here

I was born in the comfort of a weeping nurse
Soon bestowed to the gallows underneath
For life passed by, and left me to ponder
The horror and madness within my dreams

You kiss my lips
Passions kiss you think frees me
From the darkness where I reside
St Louis is but far off from our romps

The play, maybe a muse on a past romance
Our flirt but a dance with history
You don’t know me
For I was born in the dark

As love ripens, we turn to grapes
The evening becomes our escape
Tiss you who have drowned me
In Seine, is where I rest

You don’t know me
My lover and killer
As I float away
From l'ile St Louis


Footnotes:

This poem is truly Edgar Allen Poe! Ile St Louis is the smaller of 2 islands in Paris on the Seine. It used to be swampland and crazing for cows, and in fact was the original Paris. Of course it was later developed, and many a famous persons have lived there, one being,  Charles Baudelaire  a French poet, whom is famous for a few things, the first being his poetic works called “ Fleur du Mal “   ( Flowers of Evil ) and thus the line in my poem “Only evil flowers dare to grow here”.  However Charles Baudelaire also discovered the works of Edgar Allen Poe and proceeded to translate Poe’s works into French. 

In Seine, is where I rest, well what can I say, I am insane, and thus this is one of my favorite lines!! :) As for Ile St Louis, I can only say, in Canada it is truly and island all alone!


Details | Personification |

Devil looks in the mirror

Sin is what covers the devil's skin... lies on his grin that hides from within. Evil that drips from his 
chin... grows a flower from the soil deep within a cloud from hell. Growing a flower with an evil 
scent, turns the soil in a cloud darker then ever... making our grey skies that we have today.