Best Evil Eye Poems
I do not like you folk
I do not like you woke
I'd rather you not spoke
Your throats I'd like to choke
All you do is criticize
See things with an evil eye
The embodiment of cancel culture
The predator we call a vulture
I do not like the clothes you wear
I do not like your unkempt hair
I do not like you here or there
I do not like you anywhere
I do not like you folk
I do not like you woke
Your opinions are a joke
I hope you end up broke
May all your plans completely fail
Then all of you wind up in jail
And if you try to ban this poem
I'll put some ants into your scrotum
~ Theodore Geisel, posthumously
Like a royal parade,
they waddled across
the well traveled thoroughfare
teeming with autos crawling to a stop;
otherwise road rage reduced to admiration.
The regal drake held his head high—his eyes
piercing straight ahead—oblivious to the traffic.
The obeisance of his trailing brace
reflected a solemn reverence to their chief.
A mother hen shot an evil eye to a baby Donald
who quickly got back in step before exiting onto
the dew laden emerald grass—Glistering.
With the aura of a spa for creatures
bearing wings or fins or tails, as well as feet,
the pond awaited them—one by one
quacking with pleasure as they entered.
As we mounted our bikes
to continue our ride, auto horns
began to honk and obscene words
abated the serene ambiance.
Winged, winking devils dance
on onyx tinted wings entice
burnt appendages so broken inside rib cage
Unable to fly out of this hell hole
a shadow lifted nevermore
a touch as cold as night lures steel cuts
knees buckle, locked down
nowhere to run from
Rusted chains tighten
each new link pierces,
digs deep the heart's flesh
not enough mercy to shred apart
desire kept it beating just
....this must be what love is
bound in arms
blinded souls cannot escape
Tormented visions
a dark cloud silhouette
spinning around the sun
ravished by chaos
an ancient evil curse arises
within shadows suffering
darkness inside embers burning
with hot pain buried inside ashes
Deeply rooted demonic forces spawn
an evil eye turns
evolving in bad deeds
capturing the innocence of the human
sacrifice
one beast of an unclean spirit
possessing love charms of a snake
coils with lust
putting a heart in chains
attacking with wickedness
Fallen angel filled up inside
hate and pride
cunningly from out of the ashes
remains a demonic lapdog
violating innocence
Soul of impurities
a shadow grows darker
in every love that is taken
unpure vessel when the eyes open
to the dawning light
A collaboration by Liam McDaid & Kelly Deschler
My blue cheese is Limburger and it tastes like rotten meat.
Were I to put it twixt my toes, I would have stinky feet.
I once bought a big chunk of it, there's nothing I won't try.
It was the day that I did learn, be careful what you buy.
Being the person that I am, (I think I'm heaven scent)
And not to waste, a slice I put in my foe's car air vent.
Next day I got the 'evil eye' and I was very pleased.
I was not sure what I should do, so simply uttered "Cheese".
That nasty crap I'll buy no more for I'd be really dumb.
To those who make the rancid stuff, I'd say "it tastes of bum".
Written 1/6/18
Contest: My Blue Cheese is...
Hosted by Kevin Shaw
OH NO! I'm late this can't be true
Where's my skirt and my other shoe!
I heard the alarm just once or twice
"WHERES THE KIDS??" Be patient, be nice!
I hate to see my bosses frown
Maybe I'll say the flu's going round
NO, I can make it there's just enough time!
Mommy my homework and the PTA sign!
Hurry now off to the bus we must go
Wait mommy! is there something we don't know?
It's Saturday, there's no school today
and your not late, we just want to play!
I stopped and sat, could this be a dream?
Or one of my husbands TERRIBLE schemes.....
I turned and there with a smirk on his face
He stood & watched as the clock I did race..
See you can make it if you only try
then he realized I was giving him the EVIL eye!
You don't tease a mom and tell her she's late
OR soon for sure she'll be judging YOUR fate!
Reprobate silver
shall men call them,
because the LORD
have rejected them
Jer. 6:30
You never liked anything that was good
and wholesome
Clean conversation was something you never cared for
Filthy speaking was what you liked to hear;
the more nasty it was, the better it sounded to your ear
You rejected holy teaching when you was a boy,
killing small animals was your secret joy
Doing wicked things,
then having someone else get blamed
gave you a thrill
That rock hidden in your hand behind your back,
always got thrown when no one was looking
Shattering windows and lives
When it came to doing evil, you never compromised
You were just plain reprobate,
had much love for doling out the hate
Hated the holy things of God
Hated the reproof you received from the rod
of correction,
that your parents gave you when you were a boy
But now you’re a grown man
You love being incorrect:
lying and cheating is what you love best
You’re totally reprobate,
you love singing the praises of hate
Unclean is your hands,
your bloody prints mar the inside
of so many coffins
Silver tongue devil you are,
dross are the impurities of your soul
Reprobate silver rejected by God,
your unloving heart ... so stony and cold
Got lying lips and the evil eye,
you laugh at seeing others cry
King corruptor of souls,
the innocent you love to taint
Maker of grieving widows,
self-ordained killer of the saints
Silver tongue devil you are,
reprobate silver rejected by God,
What seems dull by day
Flashes peril by night
Sparks far away
A trembling fright
The rustling of trees
Noontide's gentle wind
On nighttime's breeze
Nearly do me in
Night's shadow amplifies
What bright days minimize
Pitch-black terror underlies
The scream of the Evil Eye
BLING IS THE THING!
A gold looking briefcase that glitters
And glows,
A shimmery sequin diary that likes to
Know that it shows,
Crayons of every, and any colour that
one may desire,
Small yet things that indicate that of life
I will never tire!
Adult colouring books and cartoons that
I sketch,
Continually inspire and evolve and
Fantasies fetch.
Bright coloured cushions that contrast
Yet match,
I am now in a world of daydreams,
My very own safety valve patch!
Fond memories, imagination, wishes and
Illusion,
This is the only way of keeping away
Lingering delusion,
African ornaments and trinkets I collect,
And a big bright blue evil eye to protect,
Myself and my family from evil or envy
Even a stuffed monkey wearing the colours
Of the rainbow carelessly hangs on my mothers
Coat rack, she gave it to me, it reminds
Me of her as tears roll down my face,
For this is my sanctuary, my own poetry space!
This is where I find my inspiration,
As fond memories I recall with vivid imagination!
This life may only be afforded to some
They are the ones that collect every bit of life,
Every crumb,
This is the glitz
Of life which brings out the blitz
And bling, which may sound to some, absurd,
To live life in such a colourful, imaginative world,
Almost like Peter Pan or Alice in wonderland,
These people have retained a lot of the heart
Of the child in them – My husband loves me even
More for this,
As he enters my poetry space I give him a big
Hug and kiss.
I believe what I do and how I do it, has de stressed,
My body, mind and soul,
Making sure I take in my stride stressed times, when
They call, and that threaten to take their toll!
Sinister Eye
Something sinister this way comes.
Ominous clouds have gathered overhead.
Unkept rhythm of beating drums.
Relentless feeling of unnerving dread.
Fallen leaves wrenched from their slumber.
The sun has fled from the frightening scene.
Flash of light and rolling thunder.
A distant creatures cry sounds like a scream.
Falling rain crashes on the ground!
The violence is like a nightmarish dream!
Roars and howls blot out other sound!
What brought about this dreadful fiend?
The evil eye has now passed by.
The fiend has lessened its projected fear.
But those with wings still dare not fly
The other sounds you can begin to hear.
As quickly as the Devil came,
The calmness returns like it was before.
The clouds depart to halt the rain,
And the sun bares down its warmth once more.
These here trails are long and wide; I've
ridden them for years.
I gave up the outlaw ways some time ago
and faced my fears.
I'm a visitor in this town; folks are giving
me the evil eye,
Riding on my horse with a gun at my side I
feel danger’s nigh.
Though I haven't had to draw my gun in
a very long while,
I've never backed down from any fight
that ain't my style.
But I won't be here much longer; I'm
just passing through,
However, if someone challenges me
they'll be sad they drew.
In the corner of my eye, I see some-
one walking my way,
I don't want to wound a man today or
have him be prey.
I slowed down my horse and greeted
him with a nod,
He drew his gun and pulled his trigger
but missed, I was awed.
I jumped off my horse, grabbed my gun
and shot him dead,
He didn't have a chance to shoot back
he fell like lead.
Mounted my trusted friend and left that
ghost of a town,
It seemed odd that the onlookers were
no longer around.
I didn't want to relive my gun fighting
days but I'm no coward,
That day, I put my old life behind me
and it's happy trails onward.
*I haven't a clue if this is correct, but I decided to
give it a go.
01/20/2021
Contest: Cowboy
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Sponsored by Line Gauthier.
We'd made a dawn start that day, following in his footsteps, as
apparently Jesus used to get up early.
Our group had gathered for a reading, and to pray, along with
fruit and cereals our first staples of the day.
The good Lord had gifted us a painted morning of Coeruleum blue,
and a warm spiced breeze flossed my smile.
I turned and watched the city for a while.
Amidst the pink and beige jigsaw of the old city, the Dome of the rock
had caught the morning rays and was now bragging about it,
shamelessly blinging,
competing with the shouts of Minarets
and Church bells ringing.
Few things can compete with an Israel morning, but you did.
Perched like an Owl on a low wall, cross-legged, your head moved
from side to side, scanning the mount, sharing our glass,
drinking the moment.
You wore white cotton, an arm hung with beads, an evil eye bracelet
and what looked like a Kara, glistening.
Styled by the Gods, with three quarters of a straw hat
wedged in the bricks.
And then I found myself before you,
Lord knows how, and I was trying to remember how my mouth worked.
Your head cocked to one side you watched me for a while
then nodded me a soft hello, and finished with a smile.
Ice broken, we gathered intelligence- you, a 'gap year Guerilla'
on a global reconnaissance , armed with just a shoulder bag and a credit card.
Me, a lapsed Catholic with an empty soul, seeking a childhood faith long discarded.
A shout from the tour guide burst our intimate bubble and I retreated,
backwards, gesturing, as if in the presence of a Shah.
She waved back, almost lost her balance, and a gust of wind would
have placed her gently among the sleeping of the Kidron
if she hadn't grabbed her hat.
And that was that.
I went back to the wall that evening, and the following morning,
I don't know why- she'd be bathed in the rose of Petra by then.
For a short time I was bereft, and stood, fittingly, before the
Basilica of the Agony, and then sat on our wall,
to watch the chosen wake up.
I think my soul woke a little, just then.
For God had left me with a little bit of love.
Unrequited, but worth hanging on to ,
worth building on.
It's been thirty five years, and in those occasional quiet places
I still think of you
For contest 'Love in a far off place', sponsored by Frank Herrera
22nd July 2015
Signed a contract, the devil is a liar
Just to save a loved one,
Now I'm baptized in fire
Alone i trail blaze the night
Hair of fire,
Skull burning bright
Cruising a few hundred miles per hour,
Mounted on my hell cycle
I am the vengeful rider
Don't you dare look into my eyes!
If you do
I will see through your lies
I hunt down the wicked
Into the dead of night
Armed with a flaming chain,
Do you really want to fight?
I am the HELL biker
Just try and fight the fire
Johnny Blaze is the name
Vengeance unquenchable,
This fire
Forever remains untamed
So don't you dare look into my eyes .....Go ahead, Just try to give me the evil eye, If you dare to DIE!
Comic book characters- poetry contest, sponsor-shadow Hamilton
05-29-2015
GREEK EVIL EYE
Beware, beware my friend of the evil eye,
It is mere jealousy that others see and spy,
So always have one in your home,
Often seen in a Church dome,
An evil eye can bring you harm, make you cry!
An example or two, a pretty dress you wear,
Someone (normally female) says how beautiful dear,
You don’t give it much thought,
Say thank-you so much, bought,
It yesterday, go round the corner, nail does it tear!
You have told many people you are going overseas,
That afternoon is a very cool breeze,
You forgot to bring a jersey,
Lucky you they say, rather pertly,
You get bad flu, cancel your trip as you sneeze!
So keep one somewhere, in Greece worn on a chain
On your hand or your neck, fashion statement, it’s plain,
Give many to my non Greek friends,
They wear it proudly, know it transcends
Any jealous or evil thoughts will go down the drain!
P.S An evil eye is a bead or a charm, which can be worn or hung up in a home.
It can be regarded as an ornament or as piece of jewellery.
Captain Evil Eye is here
More a super villain than a hero
Just one look from his evil eye
Your temperature drops to zero
Yes it is Luke’s little party trick
This thing he does with his eye
When he stares at you with that look
You don’t know whether to laugh or cry
Go and do your homework
And Captain Evil Eye is there
Go and tidy up your room
You’ll see the steely glare
Come on now it’s time for bed
The evil eye stares you down
Captain Evil Eye looks a little
Like some psychotic clown
But even super villains get tired
And we eventually get our way
As Captain Evil Eye is put to bed
His evil work done for the day
Walking near the Old Dark House under a morose moon sky,
I spied a furtive glance at Old Demon Jack’s big ugly evil eye.
This Jack O’lantern is not by any means a friendly funny face,
For he makes your blood run cold with a leering gruesome grimace.
While looking at people with a distinct Mephistophelian delight,
Both of Old Demon Jack’s eyes give all a quite palpable fright.
This Jack O’lantern sits perched by the Old Dark House front door,
Waiting for each Halloween to seek its revenge and even the score.
Old Demon Jack’s spirit eternally lives on in this undying fruit gourd,
Annually resurrected for Halloween—one of the Devil’s own horde.
This Jack O’lantern is indeed a macabre physical object from Hell’s pit,
And Old Demon Jack’s spirit lives there possessing souls as He sees fit.
On Halloween beware of the Old Dark House there on Old Hob’s Lane,
As Old Demon Jack and The Devil, will cause you agony and unending pain.
Now you know this is not the house on Halloween to make a trick or treat,
For in the end it will be your final destination and you’re The Devil’s Treat!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, Schoeningen, Germany (September 25, 2014)