Best Devil Incarnate Poems
On a square in Ukraine in that war torn country
Over a hundred strollers are parked, but they're all empty
The children no longer need them because they're all sleeping
And those painful cries that you hear are their parents weeping.
Young innocent lives taken, who could do such a thing?
Their parents denied burying them, because of the bombing
Pure evil is at work, inflicting death and misery
All because Ukraine wanted to keep, her freedom and sovereignty.
The blood of children is on Putin's hands and one day he must pay
The west should ensure he'll face justice and we must find a way
He is the epitome of pure evil and the devil incarnate
And I hope for crimes against humanity, he'll suffer a similar fate.
Children still living are shell-shocked, too traumatised to cry
Witnessing acts of extreme violence and seeing people die
We know who the aggressor is, we know who to blame
How does he sleep at night?, hasn't he got any shame?
He's now getting desperate as he's threatened to go nuclear
In the hope that civilised nations, will pull back in fear
Does he honestly think that we'll scare easily
Yes, Russia has got nuclear weapons but then so have we.
Two wrongs don't make a right, it's often been said
But we must do more to stop this unnecessary bloodshed
The world must rise up against Putin , we must make a stand
Or it won't be long before the aggressor invades our land.
Written 20th March 2022.
SIGN OF THE TIMES
Stones will be thrown down. The temple succumbs like Lazarus.
Inconceivable evil hurled inside and outside satan’s circle.
Good perceived as bad and the reverse a similar fact.
Noah’s days before our rainy eyes, hankies blowing it.
Other christ, the false one, the devil incarnate arrives.
Feast of beasts will turn the world upside-down in defeat.
Torrential weather, hate and great distress to impress.
Heaven looks on in horror but not surprised.
Evening becomes the norm without moon or stars.
The persecutions worse and worser, God’s children cry, wanting
It to end sooner than later, having suffered and died, blood
Mixes like a cultural conglomerate - we knew the rat race
Eventide, on its plenipotentiary screeching wheel, couldn’t
Survive but for Jesus Christ — His victory secured at the cross.
4/22/2018
The temple in line one is Jesus. In the final line His victory.
It’s with heavy heart I pen this verse
Watching your father pass by in the hearse
Takes me back to that night in the shed
When you said, this is like fireworks
It was, I dropped the cigarette on the petrol can
Still, as I remarked, not many sheds get a technicolour funeral
He was beyond reason
Not helped when rumours of por*o magazines started circulating
He told me straight, marry my daughter and I’ll kill myself
So we married in haste
But he didn’t keep his promise
What a waste
Still, when that great oak fell on top of his new shed
I had a grin from ear to ear
It was like the chainsaw massacre, but more fun
It was about that time you found god
I found your sister
You forgave me, I was weak
She was pregnant, sixteen weeks
Your dad went mad, he said I was the devil incarnate
Then he dropped dead
They looked at me in horror, in dread
Like it was something I said
Do something they cried
I didn’t know any songs, so I punched him between the eyes
He was definitely dead
I carried the coffin
The least I could do
I shed a tear, maybe two
We decided to scatter his ashes over his pride and joy
But they couldn’t be found
The crematorium were in shock, people were running around
It was like he just disappeared
I was agog
Couldn’t see the mist for the smog
Later that day, just to console
I produced a big rocket
Really his soul
I set it off, and said goodbye
They had a little cry
It climbed high in the sky
They gave a sigh
Should it not explode
Well it is supposed to go with a bang
Just then it made its descent
It was like he was heaven sent
Plummeting to earth
Mad as hell
We all dived for cover
Just as well
She screamed, oh god, oh boy
No need to tell you where he landed
Okay then
His comfort and joy.
THE CLOWN
The entire world loves a clown,
But wait until they get a load of me,
Is what the faceless figure under the mask
Says, heckling with laughter's haunting zeal.
After the lights of the midway fade, and the
Crowd's confetti is swept away, it is my turn
To play!
Sedition's malevolent being, lies hidden beneath
A painted on smile, I'm the devil incarnate,
So come along child of innocence, and we'll
Have a bloody, ghouling good time, just you
And I!
Many props of fun time’s torture, do I possess,
Chose which of these that you think is the best,
I'm not picky in the least, my new playmate.
Beneath the crimson big top, of fleshes canvas,
I'll put on a special show just for thee,
So save your screaming applause, until
After I'm finished if you so please!
All whom wish to join in my private
Carnival of fiendish delight, I welcome
Wholeheartedly, come young or old,
But beware none shall leave alive,
Or without missing a limb, maybe two.
Here comes my brethren in their tiny
Little hearse, did you think I'd not
Invite my kindred on such a special
Event like this.
Nay they've brought their own weapons,
Hatchets, machetes, and wonderful
Instruments as such, why do you look
So frightened, it won't hurt ####, that much.
Now some may say I'm a creature of
Darkness, an evil being without remorse.
But really under white face's make-up,
I'm just your average serial killer at heart.
Whom is quit creative, in the forgotten dark arts,
Of tortures insidious behavior.
So next time the circus comes to your small
Town remember, just hang around after the
Crowds leave the midway, don't worry
My friend, for I'll be hanging around just
Waiting for you, no special invite needed.
Signed sincerely, your friend the clown.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Infection Sublime
by Odin Roark
with his lone return
on this New York street
in middy’s humid heat
he did see shutters closed
behind antique glass
whose reflection reminded
he wasn’t born there
only grew up in the embrace
of a brownstone haven
the oldness
now new
restoration hipster style
closing his eyes
he remembered
battered front door
yapping terrier just inside
forever on guard for landlady safety
the nightly dash
up dark stairs to the 3rd floor
evading the heel-nipping
four-legged devil incarnate
opening his eyes
blazing sun reflected back
like a searing message
“isn’t it time to move on?”
he sensed the warning
but no one appeared
no one stared from behind
invisible lace curtains
there was no one
sidewalk bare
street deserted
not even the ubiquitous taxi horns
no
he was alone
in Manhattan’s summer heat
the kind of thermal suffocation
forcing the discomfort of false memories
the kind he didn’t need
when melancholy’s purity
would always walk beside him
such was the newly sterilized street
the occupants unaware
how sublime yesteryear’s infection
© Francis Maugo
Help me understand;
Why you want me back
The arrogant and heartless Basis.
Was I not your source of grief and nightmares?
Was I not your bondage and source of oppression ?
Help me understand;
Why do you want me back?
After all those series of torment, anguish
And pain you inflicted on my younger heart.
Was I not the the reason behind
Your daily lamentations and wails?
Help me understand;
Are you giving up on your "religion"
And "new form of worship"?
What happened to your new "friends"
That you constantly defended whenever
You could be giving me fake affection?
What happened to your constant "holy pilgrimages"?
Do you want to tolerate sinning with
The devil incarnate Basis?
Help me understand;
What came over you that made you
To want to take me back?
Was I not the arrogant and disgrace to you and
Your new " heavenly compatriots"?
Was I not the big threat to your brighter future?
Was I not the the BA- and not
the BASIS you used to adore?
Help me understand;
Do you want to now kill me
After maiming my heart?
Was it not you who celebrated when
I had to accept your divorce letter despite
My tireless efforts to broker peace between us?
Help me understand
Was it not you and your belated fellow daughters of Jerusalem danced and jubilated
While drinking my blood that was gushing from
My bleeding heart you had maimed?
Help me understand;
Are you on a mission to send me to the grave?
Have you recruited enough "friends"
To come with you and dance on my graveyard?
Kindly help me understand
Why do you want me back
Oh poor me ? son of Maugo.
Just a thought ...
What if our forefathers have failed us?
What if the gates are closed and we are
Damned,
Wondering on a date
That has come and gone.
We succeed
A collapsed empire
A widespread plague
A harsh Inquisition
Two world wars
Multiple genocides
All of which work
To depreciate our populace.
What if God's second incarnate
Lived in a padded cell
And beckoned to men with white coats,
Only able to forgive the insane
Or what if He came not
As one being, but in
Banded instances:
The writings of the scriptures -
Martin Luther’s 95 Theses -
St. Augustine’s city -
Every ethereal deed
Offered by our ancestors.
What if the devil incarnate
Has come, gone, and left
His marks of malice
Light enough to deflect our certainty
Toward his identity,
Yet deep enough to confuse
With his inflictions. His predictions
Form open minded
Addictions, dates, numbers,
Catastrophic visions
With enough clarity to let regret
Cloud our minds
And abolish our understanding
Of nature's rule.
The balance, upset with magic,
Flees from person to person.
If God may reincarnate at will,
While God is everywhere
And everything -
If we live in His image as one
And Christ was among our entity
Than are we not in part He?
And may pass from body to body
In spirit, repeating
Our short contributions
Until they give way to the consensus,
The overflowing pool of sole self consciousness
Where no one is truly sure of what they are
Fighting for.
As I See Me
Jill
Curious, determined, mother, friend
Sister of humanity
Lover of nature, sports, ideas
Who feels sad, happy, excited
Who fears the devil incarnate
Who would like to see peace, equality, balance
Resident of the city of Love, Universe, Milky Way Galaxy
Spagnola
Sunshine Williams
It was a spark that lit the freedom path!
Young boys and girls broke out in wrath!
They wrote on walls what once was a dream.
“People want to overthrow this rotten regime”
Soon the police captured these tiny creatures,
And put them through all sorts of tortures
Their folks condemned their brutal cruelty.
And hit the streets demanding justice and equity.
Instead, police and troops fired with all disdain.
They shot them with bullets like torrential rain!
It was a horrible sight in a series of war crimes!
Assad has been committing a million times!!
For six long years he’s left no stone unturned!
He’s used all weapons, permitted and banned!
Bullets, rockets, barrels and chemical gases.
Syrians still wonder, “where are the masses?”
“Why don’t they raise a finger to help us?”
“Are they busy capitalizing on our loss?”
They hear a voice coming from far,
Saying something they find bizarre,
“Human rights and UN organizations,
Have all been lies and fabrications.”
life is like a game of chess check each move you make
your opponent can be the devil incarnate
with an angel close by, helping and guiding you
your moves in life, you decide what you have to do
can be the king, lording it over just a few
or a lowly pawn, usually losing out
why not be the Queen, loved and defended without doubt
looked to and admired with so many friends about
a knight in white armour willing to live lifes dance
your moves are watched by all nothing is left to chance
your hopes of happiness and a loving romance
don't run with the devil by committing a sin
the tower of love you cradle your hopes within
cracks and fades as living life kicks you on the chin
nothing is perfect in the board game of life's chess
the monopoly game is more fitting I guess
freedom, move about, buy houses, travel, sounds best
remember the fate of lifes gaol waits, if you fail
nothing is perfect in the board game of life's chess
a knight in white armour willing to live lifes dance
or a lowly pawn, usually losing out
with an angel close by helping and guiding you
don't run with the devil by committing a sin
remember the fate of lifes gaol waits... if you fail.
In the body of the poem, there is a traditional couplet, followed by an un-rhyming line. It gives the appearance of a tercet, but... that third line sets the rhyme for the following couple.
Penned July 3. 2016
The trumpet of the Almighty God will blow. Then the whole world will instantaneously
know. That Jesus Christ has returned for his sheep. You may miss this train if your faith has
been asleep. Millions of your loved ones will disappear in the twinkling of an eye. Christians
will be lifted up to meet Christ in the sky. Those left behind have chosen their own path.
When people tried to tell them about Jesus they just walked away and laughed. It will be too
late to repent. Not ever hearing about Jesus can't be your argument. For everyone in the
world would have had their chance; To know about Jesus the Savior in advance.
Unbelievers need to be concerned. Jesus Christ is going to return!
Eventually we will watch the rise of the Man of Sin; He will be the devil incarnate,
wearing a seductive grin. Millions will believe and be deceived that this man is the predicted
Messiah. The Bible warns us in several prophetical books, From Ezekiel to Zechariah. THis
false Christ will have powers unlike this world has ever seen. He will wear a mask of peace
and claim he is the coming Nazarene. People of this world will believe this lie and will
spiritually die! Simply put the world will follow this man blind. This false Christ will do
whatever necessary to get into your heart and mind. This man will rule the One World
Government and claim to end all bloodshed. His actions will be so convincing, he'll even
raise the dead! But this is the anti-Christ, he is not the One. He is not God's Son! Here's
something for the ignorant to learn. Jesus Christ the real Son of God will return!
This One World Government is taking place. Get that Bible down from your bookcase,
and you will see. That everything is happening right now according to prophesy! Beware as
we watch nations turn on Israil. More than half the world will attend it's own spiritual
funeral! Cataclysmic events will unfold. World catastrophe that has been preached since the
days of old The American dollar has lost it's value. A One World currency will be issued to
me and you Millions are currently spiritually deceased. Even thousands of priests. We are
no longer the super power of the East. So prepare to receive or reject the "mark of the
beast." The evil of this world will burn. Jesus Christ the Savior will return!!!!!
Alzheimer’s is the devil incarnate secretly waiting in the wings to violate
Lovely people who are unaware this evil disease is in hiding somewhere
Zigzagging silently through their brain ~ never to be the same again
Hell on earth it steals their mind with total confusion left behind
Evilly worming ~ silently destroying ~ sucking your loved one’s life away
Injecting poison into family and friends, breaking hearts their pain never ends
Making sure they know you are there, to laugh and sing helps quell their fear
Enjoy time together, each minute of each day, before life slowly fades away
Remembering what they did has gone; but how they felt stays with them long
So hug and kiss, talk and sing, look into their eyes, they are still there within
Written 14th October 2019
For my dearest sister-in- law who will be 64 tomorrow
24th December 2019
Contest: STRAND SPECIAL 9,
Sponsor: Brian Strand
HONORABLE MENTION
Mother Earth, please join our celebration
As mankind revels in fruits of your creation
But hide your eyes from oil spilled upon Gulf life
And turn your head from endangered creatures in strife
Sit upon barren land as forests are ravaged
Take mercy on us, the destroyers so savage
In polluted rivers your dead fish lay in decay
This carelessness will spread if mankind has its way
Precious minerals stripped from your dying soil
No bars of gold will be produced from miners' toil
Remember in prayer the Earth we once held dear
Tell us please how to reverse this cycle of fear
Reach out, sigh, as plant diseases proliferate
Not God's handiwork, 'tis the devil incarnate
* Parody for Dr. Ram's contest
I knew the day we met that we were meant to be
I realized our destiny was set and she was the one for me
She was rich in beauty but poor for she will die with it
Her appearance nonplussed me and I couldn't hold the steerage of my course anymore
She is the one I consented to have on my slender thighs
At that point her pearly lips gave appointments to mine
This lady killed me and roasted my carcass
Leaving the scavangers performing the post-moterm
I walked tall in the genesis of our affair
Now I'm wrecked….
Higgledy-piggledy daughter of a lesser god!
Today, deluged with anger I regret
The day I met this devil incarnate;the mastermind behind the bleeding of my heart
She tattooed my heart with wounds;I no longer have a clean heart
Her friends and her drunk the gushing blood of my wounded heart
That night my heart contorted into painful lumps
But I had to forgive the being that created her and put her in my world
Bitter are my words,she is a nonsense with no sense at all
Daughter of Jezebel-show up on the day I get laid to rest;lower me to the ground,let me down like you always have-stupid creature!Nkt!
John Lenda (Poetic World,2022)
Charlotte was never really enamoured with her mother.
So, when the news that she had been bludgeoned 17 times with a baseball bat didn't really faze her.
Charlotte was never enamoured with her father.
So, when the news that he had fallen 20 stories from his high rise flat still in his wheelchair didn't really faze her.
Charlotte was never really enamoured with her brother.
So, when the news that he had been run over 23 times by his own car, didn’t really faze her.
Charlotte was never really enamoured with her sister.
So, when the news came through that she had been electrocuted in her bath, it didn’t really faze her.
Charlotte was really fazed when she found out her parents had left all their money to the local cat sanctuary.
Charlotte actually liked cats.
Charlotte was never really enamoured with the cat sanctuary owner.
So, the news that she had been tortured to death didn’t really faze her.
Charlotte definitely wasn't enamoured by the Judge, who jailed her for a hundred years, calling her the devil incarnate.
This fazed her profoundly.
Charlotte escaped from jail six months later.
The Judge was slightly stunned when the gavel hit his head.
Ninety-nine hits later, one for every year she would have served, Charlotte reminded the Judge, smashing his head to a pulp.
This didn’t really faze Charlotte.
Charlotte is still at large, and after an intensive police search state wide, is still on the run.
Charlotte will be back at some stage, I’m sure.
People seem enamoured by her.