Best Devilry Poems
Springing free from glistening
Fronds
The summers heat leaps for
Height;
Whilst drifting obscurely far
Above
A distant lark now hangs in
Flight.
Floats down his sweet trill,
Accompanied by joyous and
Uplifting revelry,
Over the black crows nasal
Calls;
Whose draped shadow,
contemplating devilry,
Flaps and furtively falls
Into ripening bean fields
Planted in neatly sowed rows:
Nourished in darkest till,
Enriched by pedantic verse of
Gaelic odes.
Do now these gentle Slopes
Pause to yield
Where secretive song,
Bursting forth, is much concealed
inside the plain of Aidhne;
For here the great rock of the
Burren,
Whereby so implored upon,
Revealed its grey stones...
To rebuild ancient and deserted
Thoor Ballylee.
Sweeping briskly past a tors
Grassy island busy in bloom,
Eagerly cramming under four
Crouched arches,
Skim the borrowed waters of
Thee immortal Cloone;
Dappling currents
Dawdling around squat stanchions -
Staunchly carrying the quiet bridge
Over the old concourse:
Momentarily loitering -
Wantonly begging to coyly swoon...
Now, joyfully sporting in gushing
Discourse,
Gleefully courting elusive and
Glimmering enchantments:
Mirrored reflections enticed to
Enter -
To be forever trapped within a
Burbling rivers sacred rhyme and
Tune.
Higher and higher the spiraling
Stairs of de Burgo
When through airy woodland
Glades
The towering shadow sought;
And higher and higher the spirit
Of an ageing poet...
His crowding thoughts
Roaming freely amidst these
Fabled legends of Gort.
Harken then to the feathered
Herald -
Tis Gods design that calls on
Ye!
For few men know of what he
Sings...
He sings of the forgotten paths
Forever lost within Innisfree.
Pigtails loosen yet messed,
twisted by pliant fingertips
of evening’s devilry…
tracing her budding breasts,
embers gleam from a lamplight, dim…
his jerked breathing quickens to rake
this young, tender flesh---
from pink , blood red, to pale yellow... despicable!
Invading her territory,
the blister of muffled silence
grates adolescent wails,yet…
crazed feasting of desire remains.
She quivers under a toppled quilt
brushed in wounded cotton...despicable!
And while darkness slides on metal frame,
he riles, riles with abandon,
grinning under a sinister moon
arsenic as the sweat of male hunger
to ravage a girlish body... trembling, trembling
while her cupped mouth stutters,
‘Please step-dad, no!’
‘Hush…dear baby, I am your angel,
guarding you from evil wolves..despicable!
Quietly, he pins the knob of conquest
until the frail child's porcelain doll
splatters on the floor, and then…
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Re-Posted /1/2017
Contest: Let's Talk About It
Sponsor: Richard Lamoureux
The Full Moon Makes Faces Tonight
Gazing out my picture window on this darkest of night,
The full moon shone sky-high with the brightest of light.
I spied its eldritch contours and its dark areas whole,
As this lucent orb made faces at me from pole to pole.
Methinks these faces were for this special moment now,
A teasing fantasy-illusion for me to wonder why and how?
This full moon had two eyes stone-set from East to West,
Giving me a very comical-look whilst winking all the best!
This lunar illusion silently sang a sly aria full of devilry,
As it mesmerized my senses replete with all due revelry.
As I studied this comedic-faced orb far from our Earth,
I felt its true spiritual intent was one for a cosmic rebirth.
The full moon made its curious faces on this darkest night,
Whilst I smiled big as I basked and bathed in its lunar light!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
(June 14, 2017) (Couplet)
Utopian dreams of HALCYON days are blind to devilry.
Where OPULENT wealth with SONOROUS, grandiloquence,are feared by JEALOUSY.
PENUMBRA casts it's shadow dark, so prying eyes don't see the Light,
And DESULTRY whose changing ways, distracts observant eyes.
EXUBERANT spirits are deluding, masking minds from clarity.
CREPUSCULAR, earths twilight night, and eerie shades of dawn,
Where evil hides in virtues guise, as Faith then Hope and Charity.
Those VISCERAL feelings deep inside, are lampooned by pasquinades.
These sarcastic, CYNICAL tirades, arranged by evil to avert, the devil in disguise,
Who tempts with promises he will not keep, beware, be very wise.
1/ 30/ 2016.
Gauze arms prance
between the limbs,
a mourning pines
when cloudline dims.
A tangled wood
that dangles loose,
silence screams
this delicate noose.
Devilry unravels
and moon has bled
king of puppet
cuts off life's thread.
Puppet Contest
The diversity of beliefs have collectively demoralized
the sanctity of attaining wisdom and respectfully sharing
the exchange of knowledgeability by compartmentalizing creativity.
This makes us..............................
willingly grasp onto the idea of fighting and murdering to
expressively uphold what is fundamentally a moralizing of humanity.
Instead of communicating uncertainty to keep things simply
as beautiful as they were to start with.
When you do your own research and hold no preference,
think freely and critically, that's enough for the world.
The ones who want to work hard, provide, and allow others
to decide how to live their lives. The ones that do not judge and
are only inspired by the weaving of individuality that creates this
painting of adversity within a natural environment will succeed.
We are smart enough to know that these men in ties telling lies
making us believe the TV has the answers or you need to earn
and spend monies that are impractically fabricated and blind us
from working like slaves for their manipulated, corrupt economy
that concedes in an illusory connectedness called consumerism.
Or, social issues that brainwash you into thinking that their fear
mongering gives you a sense of identity. Without identifying
their symbols of devilry they saturate in every necessity they
presumably provide for you that came free from the earth.
If everyone would live like they knew they were going to die,
the one and only certainty in life, then the intangibles in life become
clear, it's sitting right upon your nose, the rose colored lens' are
cleansed and the colors, the beauty, the smells, the smiles,
the kindness and caring, the recognition of a resolution to suffering,
and our purpose to help ourselves is through helping others,
THAT is enough to make a change.
Long time in the agricultural field , working under the rising sun ,
counting the amount of time , to lead a lax time with my wife and son ,
the time never came , but I passed a dozen of month ,
where my master stopped me , leering at me like a beast of hunt .
I heard the legato of my wife - flowing with the midnight winds ,
working continuously with no rest , logging all the work of my master - who is malign ,
he - such a maniac , who stopped me from having sufficient food ,
coming from the dark lands of Mombasa , never came to know their kind of manhood .
Oh my dearest wife and son , I wish you knew the worst state of mine ,
I cried and prayed to my almighty Lord , - "When would I get rid of this worst - twinge ! ,"
I cried and cried till it became dawn , where the soil cried too - for thirst on and on ,
my eyes began remembering of the majestic "Magpie" , crying for nights in the native land of mine .
I kept on thinking for you my love , but my sinew grew weedy and frail ,
never think for your frailty , for I have left you with nothing - but personality ,
the world is a stage which is too callous , no place for us , but only devilry ,
say no to your failure , keep inviting your success - for there is no time for me to exhale .
Now, there is no time for me to seek success , for my body is completely useless ,
I have no pain, no fear, no joy , for I have left the stage fearless ,
I defeated my fiendish owner ,who kept me far from my wife and son ,
that comes the end of my life , the setting period of my sun ... .
The dark sky beckons the celestial mage
With age-old runes and devilry
When shadows begin to cover the moon
A cloud wafts by and laughs at me
09/29/15
Supermoon Eclipse-1st Place
Eve Roper
10/27/2015
When the blood- red of moon acts as a backdrop,
In your arms I begin to feel this night’s potion
Beguiling hours as we sway to the beat;
Our flesh clings near, nearer with night’s alchemy…
So let us dance on a field where Jack lanterns dim
Where stars circle around the ebon night sky,
Awakening rabid thrills of a ghostly trance.
With my velvet frock, O tango me caress me
Till the pinch into love’s rite sparks a witching moan,
A cauldron of incantation heating in whirled bliss…
And while the city screeches from October’s devilry,
Just dance me right, we’ll play old raven’s quick flight
Before moon’s credo turns us into iced zombies,
A sorcerous twirl we must replay next Hallows Eve.
10.19.2016
Theme: Love
Galeo DS’ Contest : May I Dance With You
Heathen warriors dressed in the plaid
Victims of time and an evil brigade
Pursue their beliefs far into the South
Gaelic words from a Jacobite mouth
Like bairns against many a gun
The highlanders decided to run
Not for home and to safety for sure
But on, eyes glowing with revenge and more
Years ago when those from the south they came
Leaving thousands on our hillsides, all slain
They stole our life and what we had made
With their falseness, cowardice and anti-accolade
But now the tables are turned time about
Revenge is found now, many lessons will be taught
Against those who fight with machines of steel
May defend, but our devilry will help us kill
Once again we'll live alone in peace
Sad how it had to end as massacre
Resentful we are but necessary to achieve
So let the pipers play and broadswords sag
And dance below the Fairy Flag
With jigs and reels to please the folk
Voices of the aged in the darkness, do croak
The waters of the loch are crystal clear
Only one shall disturb me, brother of mine
his barren land that we love so dearly
Only hours ago we lost it nearly
We fought as only Scots know how
Completely fearless, pipers in the line
Until we defeated- was only a question of time
Our life, life.....wonderful tartan life of mine
This one has been a labor of love, took nearly 3 weeks to write. Just couldn't get the meter right.
But with that said I think it works now.
Demonize the evil, to welcome in the good
A youthful born upheaval, deciding where you stood,
Rebellion touted over, honoring thy mother;
A demon on your shoulder, an angel on the other!
A schism, dormant, lies in every waking soul
Consistently one tries to wrangle back control,
From the feuding older than Abel and his brother;
A demon on your shoulder, an angel on the other!
Civilized of heart, conflicting symmetry
Angelic swoons impart a wooing devilry,
Blood pumping colder, lopsided one shall smother;
A demon on your shoulder, an angel on the other!
Twisting to and fro ‘tween good and evil deeds
All the while you’ll know only one succeeds,
Give in to the bolder as there’ll never be another
Demon on your shoulder or angel on the other!
6/10/2013
© Copyright 2013 Adam Parker
Somewhere between increasing size of the uniform
Maturity kicked in, and I grew up, mom
Molded to be different than the peers I grew among
If I were to, meet my child avatar, how I would be viewing him?
Changing every new annum, always was a unique kid
Sketching maps on living room, waltz with naval fleet
Dad wishing for a miniature of the neighbor's son
Planned
A spaceship to land on lands I never seen
Walk up to the random human like, "hey person
Why are you aiming your bow at that tree stem?
Which has been shot million times from an inch distance"
Used to scratch codes while I get my quarter back
Running with no goal, a referee in a soccer match
Watching television, used to stop for ads
To find a cheap way to get to America while I still operate
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Teleporting through a U tube, a chemical ruin
To somewhere, where they don't ask how they just ask 'when'?
Where they tell the truth when asked how they are doing
Religiously peaceful while the beef's stewing
Where love's marketed as branded
Not a highway to hell for your hippy grand kid
Where college is sweet and candied
Not a trainee residence for mid life crisis
Where a little bit of alcohol is not youthful devilry
Where feminine coconuts aren't censored for some cable tree
Where my mondays can't foretell my tuesdays
Where my funeral will not be like my forefather's, before new faces
I keep warning you, but you are like Eustace
Keep the status quo, yeah, my voyage will cost you a huge sum
But I will be happy, yes mom, yes, yes
I love you like weekends, but I live because of the weekdays
It was wonderment.
The mesmerizing expression rolled off her tongue in waves.
To my puzzlement I was in a state of allurement.
Her vibes were sent to me in soothsaying proportions.
It was almost trickery, but I knew where I was going.
To the festivity that arose through great apprehension.
Thoughts intertwined with her perplexity.
Her magnetism pulled me into an eternal trance.
We floated into elation of bewilderment.
Bygone indifference; we are one.
You are my goddess; ravishing, statuesque radiance.
Purely beautiful with a beautiful mind, heart and soul to match.
To my amazement I found her within.
She was snuggled in my organism.
Wrapped up in all of my thoughts.
She was warm.
I was connected with my wizardry.
She brought out the magic in me.
It was a prophecy.
To be told; never old.
We are undead together and full of life.
We are everything and nothing and everything in between.
And we are an incantation of youth.
We are; limitless.
Nonesuch bewitchment nor black art or ill will.
This was love as we hither to the schism of bliss.
Away with all devilry; we roam galaxies of heavens.
I hold you in my hands like a dragonfly who lets me.
My dragon with fire that doesn't burn me.
My butterfly who can hold my weight.
My snow in the sea; my light in the haze.
My flowers in the dirt; my green in the concrete.
Sail through my eyes, past the smoke.
Bring me closer to another zenith.
Give me your endless sensual voodooism.
My muse I adore; forever more.
She has taken me to that statuesque radiance.
My memories of my childhood days are few and far between,
My lucky number seven and my favourite colour green.
Banality of daily life was there for mice and men,
But nothing really matters much when at the age of ten.
I loved to ride my bicycle, go swimming in the lake.
I went to birthday parties, eating jelly, ice cream, cake.
Remember loving sausages and hating cold green beans,
But food was swapped for dating by the time I hit my teens.
By adulthood my life was marred by being mediocre,
I’d spend my time in pubs and bars, drink beer, play nine card poker.
My parents feared my devilry would not be just a blip,
My father came from Ireland so proposed I took a trip.
He said the memories that I’d have would stay with me forever.
I went. I never thought it, but my dad was very clever.
Irish whisky, Guinness, Smithwick’s, Bailey’s Irish Cream,
They tasted so divine I drank myself into a dream.
My dad no longer talks to me which isn’t very nice,
I listened to him after all and heeded his advice.
The memories that I’m laying down will always make me smile.
The legacy he left for me. The dear old Emerald Isle.
Auf Wiedersehn
Well here at last it's party time,in shorts and dirndl dress.
Excitedly we travelled to the fest, a night of pleasure lay ahead.
We knew from past experience, don't quaff, just savour beers.
Imbibing Munichs drinks too fast, could mar the atmosphere.
Laughter brings bonhomie, as old and new friends speak.
Let's raise our beer steins in a toast.for now the show begins.
People waving, singing loudly, while rocking to the beat.
And all around the milling crowds, now dancing in the streets.
Revelry with devilry, as young boys whistle, girls in short skirts coyly blushing.
Talking heads surround our table, animated arms translating.
Yesterday a bunch of strangers, today as friends sharing together.
Listen to the sound of lilting voices, melodies from different tongues.
Inviting us each night to join them, mixing beers and singing songs.
Kindred spirits everyone, together dancing on the benches.
Enjoying each and every moment, with an ice cold stein of beer.
Trying tasty tendeloin of pork, delicious with sweet mustard crust.
Ham wrapped-figs and hazelnuts, with drinks of cool spring bottled water.
Each time the band strikes up-Ein Prosit, all and sundry stands to toast.
Rebel rousing, crowds carousing, dancers dirndl skirts are swirling.
Entertaining energetic, party poopers paralytic.
Stomping feet and clapping hands, embarrassing each waitress serving beer.
No one even seems to care,they carry on with gay abandon.
Overacting then distracting, when outside and breathe fresh air.
Time to eat potato pancakes,refreshed by water keeping sober.
Once more, let's party, here we go, prancing to an oom-pah band.
Musicians wearing lederhosen, people stomping feet and slapping thighs.
Oktober Fest in frenzied celebration, cavorting couples holding hands.
Running wildly round each table, urging all to take the floor.
Rejuvenated, rock and rollers, overcoming mixed emotions.
Once more before auf wiedersehn, let's dance the night away, and
We will party like there's no tomorrow.
11 / 5 / 2016.