Appeasements have the fragrance of folly to the wise.
From the lips of the unwise, the tongue knows no boundary.
When warranted expectancies vanish, the unexpected will rise.
Insincerity of heart, though flowered in roses, is the cousin of flattery.
To the pure in heart and mind, plots of bedevilment are difficult to disguise.
Good seeds beget good fruit; results from ill-gotten gains give birth to misery.
050322PSCtest, Bite Size Poem no.43, Line Gauthier
Talons perched over eyes ~ bedevilment
Red rose to cheek
Poor devil’s
blindfold
Dumb
lips
Searing
rivulet
Old Nick’s migraine
Rusting of love’s chariest memories
11/3/2020
Double Tetractys 5
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Image #2
*chariest - dear, treasured
**Old Nick - the devil
Howmanysyllables used
10, 4, 3, 2, 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, 10
A man with love… is a happy man to think of
But
A man with no woman to rely on
Is a man so lonely so dead and gone
A man with room and broad… is a shut in opened man turn cold
But
A man with no home to call his own
Is a man with few clothes poorly with no money and depends on loans
A man with friends is a lonely shatter man
But
A man with no enemies is one who runs from Freddy, Dick and Dan
Is just a man trapped behind two pool balls queue sticks and…
A man with no smile… is a man without laughter
But
A man with no face to express himself
Is a man who will be exposed to bedevilment
Think about it
Don’t just try to do without it
Just try to remember that
Without no smile it’s like a baseball player without his bat, glove and ball
A man with no smile
Is like a poorly ragged fatherless child
9/11/70
Written words by James Edward Lee © 1970
From Miss Bernice Godowski Creative Writing Class
North High School
Original written under the name of AKA"pen name"),pseudonym Michael Block
Ink staining blank pages,
sentiments caught fire
blurb in the moment,
a notion for the ages
simple inspiration's nectar,
provocation's bedevilment
mockingbirds of emotion
all that is sacred and trivial
tempting a blind ear to hear
invoking silent eyes to see
tainted lips tawdrily sung eternal
of simpatico notes on parchment
one's own big blast of creation
poetry in the making
Samskara, jailer of my heart’s deepest passions
Enervating me and drowning my soul’s rapture
Karma’s imprint become love’s stealthy assassin
Lurking fiend of black depths evading capture
From my abyssal plain, a seismic accident
Atlantis resurfaces in nightmarish form
Decayed temple’s coral seaweed entanglement
Wretched thing’s agonized tentacles writhe and squirm
Fetid beast melts under gold sun’s dazzling rays
No longer, my heart ruled by this foul parasite
Spirit’s exultant victory over decay
Opened heart bounding, radiant love glowing bright
Seascape reborn, emerald flora unwinding
Into a bright mandala, my soul unbinding
6/6/16
© Thomas W. Quigley
12 syllables/line, Shakespearean Rhyme
Alternate first quatrain:
Samskara, heart fabric’s twisted bedevilment
Karmic burden, this partial soul paralysis
Kismet’s onerous imprint, my dark resident
Lurking fiend of black depths evades analysis
If you’ve a mind, let me know which you like better!
Thousand pieces of my broken heart
writhe and sings the tale of bedevilment[ torture]
love kills when faith turns delusive.
Innocense is masscred
promises are shattered
I have lived with the darkest truth,
a killer behind the beautiful face,
his ugliest secrets.
A gangster only knows his gun
traitorous to even his own mother and son
I am one of those fallen angels,
a blood splattered mistress,
under his satanic grip.
my beautiful body now bruished
damages are irrepairable..
Graveyard will surely smell this monster
My life ends in love with this gangster…
To be continues….
in bedevilment I call you mistress
By Robb A. Kopp
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