Best Good And Evil Poems
We all
Shareholders of good and evil are
Since
This world we share the same.
But
Though the dividend of good, we rush to cash in
The
Dividend of evil we leave unclaimed
Hoping
Someone else would show up to
Cash in the blame!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
14 March 2019
* Getting the honor of POTD, I would like to thank all my
good friends who visit and comment on my poems!
Moreover, I would like to thank the officials of PoetrySoup
who were so kind to honor this little poem of mine!
Good,
God’s presence in Man
For safeguarding the divine plan
Of harmonious collaboration and coexistence
Which, regrettably, people evict
Replacing it with vicious
Evil!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
13 September 2015
The amount of good and evil
Constant remains
Throughout space and time
There is
No more suffering than good fortune
No more good fortune than suffering
In the universe and in the human soul
This is the law of being,
A constant flux of the two forces
Expression of a single reality in
Perfect balance.
The one cannot exist without the other
Even if we like it or not
Even if we wish it or not,
We have to accept it and live in peace
Or deny it and live in suffering,
That is the will of the universe:
A harmonious unity of the two opponents
Based on collaboration and coexistence
Of each individual part
For
The whole to be maintained
Under
The watchful eye of the
Universal justice!*
(c) Demetrios Trifiatis
15 November 2016
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*Old Testament Isaiah 45: 5,6,7. KJV
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5: I am the Lord, and there is none else, there is no God beside me : I girded thee, though thou hast not known me.
6: That they may know from the rising of the sun, and from the west, that there is none beside me. I am the Lord, and there is none else.
7: I form the light, and create darkness: I make peace, and create evil: I the Lord do all these things.
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** Greek philosopher, Heraclitus, sixth century B.C., (Kirk, Raven, 209) “To God all things are beautiful and good and just but men suppose some things to be just and others unjust!"
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...adapted from 'Mr Pye' by Mervyn Peake
Balding and sprightly, he's filled with
bold dreams
to make us all happy and free.
He selects as his target a small
Channel Island,
a representative sampling of people
just like you and me.
All he wants is that folks get along
without all those disputes and fights.
He tries to bring peace to this
sheltered enclave,
just by doing good deeds he can
sleep nights.
He practises witchcraft to bring
them together,
'if it works...' are his words
for the day.
A sense of humour is paramount
these days
to keep all those evil-believers at bay.
In the midst of these noble endeavours
he feels discomfort that turns out
to be wings that are sprouting quite clearly,
a cause for concern there's no doubt.
It seems that his kindness has made him
an angel,
the more he does good deeds
the bigger they grow
till they're actually poking right out
of his shirt,
my goodness, they're starting to show!
So he counters with bad deeds
in hopes that they'll shrink,
indiscretions and plain bald-faced lies.
Sure enough they diminish, in fact
they're all gone,
he need not keep himself in disguise.
But this scheme that he's started
gets odder,
there's a growth on his temples, two horns;
he's been so busy negating the good
that he's done
he's turned Devil, good heavens!
he's torn
between Good and Evil, just what
should he do?
He's conflicted like never before.
He sits down to ponder which way
he should turn,
till it's clear, sitting right at his door.
On the horns of a moral dilemma
he simply gives in to pure Good.
He embraces his folk, he just loves them
to death,
till his wings are full-sprouted; he could
take to the air and keep flying
just as far as infinity goes,
so he bids his people a tearful farewell,
next stop the cosmos, who knows?
I am he, your Lord of heaven above
I am he, who gifts you life and love.
I am my own competitive opposition
I gift you death and cruel acts of precision.
For I am God, the sole creator of all
For I am the devil, to whom my prey will fall.
I can give you breath, And a beating heart
& just as easily, In death I can bring your life's depart
But unbeknown to man,
they do not think I am just one and all.
choosing to believe God as good
And Satan as evil In any bad downfall.
Through fear of unknown,
& what is to eternally be
They choose to believe,
if I'm God I'll set their soul free.
It's those weak and afraid
To believe in the gift I gave to them life
My intentions were for them to gain strength
Only to believe in himself through struggle & strife.
It's only those manly enough
To not worry thereafter their death.
Who live their life in the moment
Enjoying the very meaning of their given breath.
These are the strong souls
That appreciate without greed.
Not living by fear of their actions
In hope for much more in death they plead.
I admire a strong mind,
the almight & bold
And these are my angels;
True hearts made of gold.
Not like these pheasants,
who now beg & pray,
With only thought for himself,
That in death it will pay.
By Anna Sabrina Tate 23/01/2016.
The tree of the knowledge of good and evil was a tree that was forbidden and both harmful and lethal. A basic command was given to Eve but she disobeyed God and was deceived. Adam came next with a temptation in mind. He ate the fruit and then his life was declined. Sin has entered into the world today and now we have caskets in which we lay. We could’ve had a perfect world with peace and harmony but now we have a world with grief and agony. Here is a lesson learned, when you disobey God you will be burned. Obey God in everything you do because living right is a life filled with truth. God Bless!
. The
devil Satan
a dark evil spirit
of death and destruction
who wages war against God
the almighty creator of the universe
a brilliant clear light of white purity
whom our spirit is part of
and separate from
having free
will
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This Diamante can also be read from bottom to top
Author: Elaine George, of Canada
The road is rough
Even though I may seem tough
My soul purpose and strength comes from above
He showers me with good grace and love, but is it enough?
Guardian angel on my shoulder telling me to turn right,
But ignorance makes you blind to heavens might, the
gates of hell are now in sight
its time to fight
for the light of the heavens upon us
shines so bright
The tears have stopped flowing now
As I buried him deeply in the garden
Amongst the lilacs and jasmine trees
Where he could breathe their delicious scent
And their petals could softly caress his skin
The cinder blocks of disappointment
Mark his eternally silent grave
Cold and ascetic against the rich foliage
As if I wished for him to stand out against such beauty
Yet still be touched by it, an ever present memorial
For inside the beautiful garden of my mind
Where he had once walked so freely
Trampling wildly with no concern for the consequences
Not caring if anything would ever grow there again
So I entombed him there as a reminder, of all that once was
His memory serving to show me what was savagely taken
Used and abused and then thrown to the wind
Emotions laid waste, gnawing at the beauty
Inciting the madness of good and evil
As they battle endlessly within this garden
Memories of love replaced by those of hate,
Churning inside of me, the good urging me to let go
The evil relentlessly pursuing my ire
Like a warm coat evil protects from the misery
While the good encourages the self incrimination
And so it is midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil
My demons restlessly guide my steps
With now silent tears that water my imagination
And cement my resolve with a sense of resilience
For after this night I will cry no more...
Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil
In the middle of the plush Garden of Eden
the Lord planted His sole but lovely tree,
and explained to His created beings Adam and Eve
that “This one belongs only to me”.
It didn’t seem too much for God to ask
and for them to obey His plan;
after all they had dominion over everything else
then what had happened to make throw that plan in the garbage can?
Let us but look at what the Bible says
for our answers must come from there,
how Eve when faced with the temptation didn’t turn and run away
but continually at the forbidden fruit she did stare.
And, proudly at times we think to ourselves
what a foolish and ridiculous choice she had made,
And Adam the wiser of the two and not at all deceived
becomes a traitor towards his God that is how he behaved.
Becoming an earthly parent slightly allows you to
realize how men have hurt the heart of Father God,
treading down His laws and commandments for His people
with as much care as you see and animal wallowing in the muddy sod.
You see our God seeks out a people who will serve Him out of love
for that is what the tree was all about,
it wasn’t about His being selfish, demanding, unloving or unkind but it revealed the hidden parts of the human heart that if not surrendered to Him the evil will eventually come out.
Written by: Marilyn S. Jennings
Step with me onto a boat; we need somewhere to go.
Our destination is not for us to know.
A stiff wind carries us beyond the sight of land
Where all that can be seen; we see from where we stand.
Beware of colored lights; see truth in black and white
The earth and sea, like life, are true and they are right.
There are no guiding paths on this the restless sea.
You may look to heaven but here there is no mercy.
Appearances deceive; clear thought is pushed out
Innocence is eclipsed when guilt remains in doubt.
The compass turns and turns. The center does not hold.
We forget what we know, and believe what we’re told.
Our voices yearn to sing, for the beauty of life;
Not silenced by hatred, cruelty or senseless strife.
The snow brings oblivion soft and gently it falls
Destroying nothing but covering it all.
We find comfort in belief as belief outweighs doubt.
But no fraud lasts forever, and all lies are found out
With a sudden warm rain the snow breaks in the mountain
Each brook now makes decent into cascade and fountain,
All come here for an end; our fate is all the same
to sink beneath the depths of this bounty main.
All flow into the abyss where all debt finds its end
But from despair and hope goodness is born again
The rain from the mountains, form a raging river
We over flow our banks with brown muddy water.
But we will not settle on just the river’s bed,
But on the level plain in the cornfields instead
To replenish the earth, which will always sustain.
The course of the river will be forever changed.
Dead, dying, devoid of life, in deathbed of stones*
The trees roots twisted around each pebble and are they
groaning with the want of water, to re-incarnate living.
This forest of a tree* stands tall against life.
Yet nearby is a tree
Green leaves bedeck its branches.
The shell looks like its holding back the decay of time?
Feeding it with the golden yolk that brings eternal life*
Do these trees portray life as good and evil?
One life is stoned and left to die
Yet another is green and full of living
Protected to live as it desires.
Penned on 7 September 2014
To the darker side is the human inclination adherant
To the evil impulse it is strongly adamant
But what vile part of anatomy urges it to be so delinquent
What abets his innerself
to disembark from the lane of good
The fulcrum of his conscience
weighs heavier on the evil side
There are dark shadows on
the inner realm of the soul
Yet there are stronger lights
And a mightier force to balance the rusted fulcrum
What divine part of anatomy
urges it to the lane of right
It is 'Him' who resides in every being
In the good and the evil
In the saint and the devil
GOOD and EVIL
Lord,
I implore Thee to make me
Understand
The reason, Good needs so
Much time to construct Thy world of
Righteousness,
While
Evil is granted the power to destroy it
Just
In the blink of an eye!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
16 MAY 2013
...adapted from the novel 'Mr Pye' by Mervyn Peake
Balding and sprightly, he's filled with bold dreams
to make us all happy and free;
he selects as his target a small Channel Island,
a representative sampling of people just like you and me.
All he wants is that folks get along,
without all those disputes and fights,
he tries to bring peace to this sheltered enclave,
just by doing good deeds he can sleep nights.
He practises witchcraft to bring them together,
'if it works...' are his words for the day;
a sense of humour is paramount these days
to keep those nay-sayers at bay.
In the midst of these noble endeavours
there's discomfort that turns out
to be wings that are sprouting quite clearly,
a cause for concern there's no doubt.
It seems that his kindness has made him an angel,
the more he does good the bigger they grow
till they're actually poking right out of his shirt,
my heavens, they're starting to show!
So he counters with bad deeds in hopes that they'll shrink,
indiscretions and plain bald-faced lies.
Sure enough they diminish, in fact they're all gone,
he need not create a disguise.
But this scheme that he's started gets odder,
there's a growth on his temples, two horns;
he's been busy negating the good that he's done
he's turned Devil, good gracious! he's torn
between Good and Evil, just what should he do?
he's conflicted and cloaked in disgrace;
he sits down to ponder which way he should turn,
'til it's clear, like the nose on his face.
On the horns of a moral dilemma
he simply gives in to pure Good;
he embraces his people, he loves them so much,
then his wings are full-sprouted; he could
just take to the air and keep flying
as far as infinity goes,
so he bids the assembly a tearful farewell,
his next stop Uranus, who knows?