Best Mephisto Poems
The Evil Hands of Tyranny
See “The Evil Hands of Tyranny” gripping coils and springs,
As they crush the throats and lives of all innocent people
Who cry for fairness and justice—but get only a deaf ear.
Dealing cards falsely makes a laughing stock of us all,
While we gaze at that “Dark Spirit” with his ghastly grin
And evil intentions to steal our very souls like Mephisto.
From power hungry fools—greed envelopes all who pay
Attention not to the real evil that some men do to others,
But to those who appear to be fooling themselves true.
This brings pain, suffering, bitterness—and not peace,
And disturbs mankind’s harmony and hope for a better
Existence as the rapacious “Dogs of War” are unleashed.
Twisting wars to suit underlying issues is that all-too
Occurrence in our world as the young, old, and weak
Face “The Grim Reaper” who snickers at this chance.
The rich get richer with ill regard, or even no regard for
Others not so blessed who live this precarious moment,
As the innocent endure such monstrous and virulent evil.
This manifests itself in a hideous mask of hateful deceit
And true lies toward any poor person who objects to this
Horrid reality and challenges “The Evil Hands of Tyranny.”
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem,
Copyright © All Rights Reserved (September 22, 2015)
(Unrhymed Tercet)
Goethe’s Emissary
Mephisto-Hereistoo
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Faust on the Brocken summit
Go our own sweet way for show.
Walpurgis Nacht’s spirit of perversity
Mephistophelian
Time now for your eternal soul
The Evil One’s sitting in a fiery glow.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
May 19, 2015 (Double Dactyl)
See “The Evil Hands of Tyranny” gripping coils and springs,
As they crush the throats and lives of all innocent people
Who cry for fairness and justice—but get only a deaf ear.
Dealing cards falsely makes a laughing stock of us all,
While we gaze at that “Dark Spirit” with his ghastly grin
And evil intentions to steal our very souls like Mephisto.
From power hungry fools—greed envelopes all who pay
Attention not to the real evil that some men do to others,
But to those who appear to be fooling themselves true.
This brings pain, suffering, bitterness—and not peace,
And disturbs mankind’s harmony and hope for a better
Existence as the rapacious “Dogs of War” are unleashed.
Twisting wars to suit underlying issues is that all-too
Occurrence in our world as the young, old, and weak
Face “The Grim Reaper” who snickers at this chance.
The rich get richer with ill regard, or even no regard for
Others not so blessed who live this precarious moment,
As the innocent endure such monstrous and virulent evil.
This manifests itself in a hideous mask of hateful deceit
And true lies toward any poor person who objects to this
Horrid reality and challenges “The Evil Hands of Tyranny.”
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem,
Copyright © All Rights Reserved (September 22, 2015)
(Unrhymed Tercet)
Bartender, Bartender . . . mix me a drink . . .
and give me one of your alchemic, mystic concoctions.
Bartender, Bartender . . . tell me what you think . . .
as you give me your magnificent magic elixir.
Bartender, Bartender . . . I don’t want to think . . .
but I need that feeling of sublime nothingness.
Bartender, Bartender . . . I’m in love with her . . .
but only YOU know the truth of what I can’t tell others.
Bartender, Bartender . . . I’m really not a broken man . . .
and—believe it or not—I still have faith in my fellow man (sometimes).
Bartender, Bartender . . . I do love your alcohol . . .
and your enviable mastery of the alcoholic arts.
Bartender, Bartender . . . I dislike stupid people (immensely) . . .
and I avoid them (like the plague) whenever I possibly can.
Bartender, Bartender . . . my love of poetry is for all eternity . . .
and my passion for it knows no limits in the human imagination.
Bartender, Bartender . . . mix me a drink . . .
and whether one day I meet Jehovah or Mephisto,
please always give me one of your alchemic, mystic concoctions.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved - August 30, 2014
Limerick crochetés: Once Angela signed pact with Doctor Jeckel
Once Angela signed pact with Doctor Jeckel
Needed urgent help her kitchen all pell-mell
In far-off torn country
People turned refugee
By turnip-head Mephistopheles in Hell
Angela’s wise friend Faust told her to toll bell
To tell the world how much her heart bled with knell
She’ll take in all who flee
Bitten by bee or flea
Life-jackets galore Mephisto jumped to sell
In Mid-Land-Sea punctured floats jackets did spell
Drowned refugee yells worse than arrows Will’ Tell
Angie slurped sea-green tea
With Jeckel invitee
While survivors charged through blockades raising Hell
If Angela dug an underground Chunnel
From her kitchen to Mephisto-lands un-well
Käse-Kuchen* Mummy
Made by hands refugee
To boost her economy – Angela! Hail!
*Käse-Kuchen: German for cheese cake
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2015
"Surely the day is coming; it will burn like a furnace. All the arrogant
and every evil doer will be stubble, and that day that is coming will set
them on fire,' says the Lord Almighty. Not a root or branch will be left
to them ... and they will be ashes under the soles of your feet."
Malachi 4:1-3, Old Testament Prophet
dr stephen strange, was a egotistical doctor
till he hurt his hands
and seeking a cure he found the ancient one
to become sorcerer supreme
dr victor von doom, monarch
he wears an iron mask to hide his evil scarred face
arrogant, superior, he has no mercy
he is very powerful
doom's mother was killed
in a bargain gone wrong with the mephisto
aged genghis, a powerful wizard calls a meeting
for all sorcerers
there is
a wild battle that leaves only strange and doom
strange in the end is winner
but the runner up doom is granted a gift
he wants to free is mother
with dr strange's help
but, doom plans
to exchange strange's soul for his mothers soul
entering hell they battle the hellfire demons
satan is angry
he sets black ravens and sandstorms to stop them
and they get separated
they wander in hell searching
till doom meets up with satan and makes a deal
to free his mother's soul he will exchange strange's soul
his mother is disgusted
in a battle with satan the doctors win
cynthia is then freed and goes to heaven
strange and doom return to earth
was it a triumph
dr doom had an evil plan
in the name of love
well, he got what he wanted
and that was to at last free his mother's soul
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March 09, 2023
Poetry/Suzette Prime/Doctor Strange and Doctor Doom Go To Hell
Copyright Protected, ID 03-1530-378-09
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
Suzette Prime is a form created by Suzette Richards of PS
Written for the Premiere contest, Hell
sponsor, Robert James Liguori, Judged 03/10/2023
First Place
THE DANCER AND THE POET (Satis Shroff)
There she is a blonde Flamenco dancer,
From a family that was long dysfunctional.
The poet said: ‘Dance, my dear to the rhythm
Of the guitar and my lyrics.’
She pushes her feet to perform the fiery rhythms,
She dances in a trance,
Like a shaman in a séance.
By working them out
Till she’s exhausted after each dance.
Her praises her in his verses,
Suddenly he lets her fall down.
This makes her doubt;
Melancholy creeps into her heart.
She thinks: ‘When we came together
It was like a blitz,
That touched my heart.
You brought me fire like Prometheus,
Kindled it within me.
Ah, love when we’re together
We come out of our shells
And enter each other.’
* * *
Our love is like a flower with feelings
It needs to be cared for,
It needs the sun so that the perfume
Can unfold itself.
Your hatred is a contagious fire,
Like darkness which douses the fire within me.
I feel the ecstasy and love dying.
Alas, the magic of amour has disappeared;
Leaving behind only a faint hope.
* * *
I gave you my love,
You gave me your poesie,
Written in love’s flaming script.
You gave me light but also darkness.
Your kiss stirred my soul;
My heart began to sing
Your body promised me secrets and delicious hours
I’d never known.
During the day I walked
Like in a dream with opiate senses.
* * *
‘I crouched below your window
Till your new lover stealthily went away.
I howled to the skies in vain.
How could such an immortal love pass away?
The vicissitudes of our relationship led me to a decision:
I saw the Mephisto unveiled in you,
I have no desire to follow you to Hell.
Adieu, my veiled friend and tormentor.
(c)satisshroff,2017
* * *
Hamlet's story
is sad and gory.
From the start the outlook's bad.
The king, i.e. Hamlet's dad,
got bumped off by his loving brother,
who then had the nerve to wed Ham's mother.
One night Hamlet met his old man's ghost,
who said: "My son, while I here roast,
your uncle, who murdered me,
is having a rave-up for all to see."
He added, "I 've got a job for you, my lad,
"Do to 'im what he done to your dad."
But Hamlet never decisively acted,
by doubt and scruples got distracted.
So as he dithered
things slithered
till everyone got killed , alas,
'cept for Horatio and Fortinbras.
Goethe's Faust Part One
is all about this horny don,
who gets browned off by all that learning,
for all he's missed in life much yearning.
Mephisto, you might say the devil,
promises Faust a helluva revel,
on one (see the small print) slight condition,
After the party it's straight to perdition.
Then prancing witches chant "hubble bubble",
Faust goes and gets his gal into trouble.
(Faust may have knowed an awful lot,
but on birth control he weren't too hot).
Things get so bad it can't be true
They perk up a bit, though, in Faust Part Two
MEPHISTO WALTZ
Lost in the forest
And worse – the night has come on
Many strange noises
Shivers up and down my spine
Moon just peeking round a cloud
Then this old farm house
One window lit up (a barn?)
Smoke from the chimney
I’d heard a hermit lives there
Crazy as a loon they say
Seems I have a choice –
To stay the night in his barn
Or find my way out
I decide to take the barn
I’ll sneak around out of sight
Find some hay inside
And curl up comfy and warm
It’s quite daring but
What he don’t know won’t hurt him
So my plan seems safe enough
The barn door opens
There is a soft but weird light
I am tentative
But I’m also very tired
I enter and hear music
The dies irae
Before I can turn and run
The hermit has me
In one hand is a bible
In the other a big axe
“Shall we dance?” he says
“My friends play such sweet music”
His friends? – ghouls zombies!
They play the weird dance of death
The hermit begins to prance
His eyes red as fire
Now I must try to keep step
To ghastly music
I’m in a whirl – off my feet
This mad laugh – the axe descends!
Revisionist lies sold as materialistic truth
American tagged merchandise
voter bazaar discount barter
Stars and Stripes twenty-one gun salute
Intellectual dishonesty ... shifting core values
Leave compassion at the border,
separate the parents
from their sons and daughters
Patriotic homilies be the verbal proof
of wavy cloth loyalty
Stock-in-trade inventory
historic laden with broken promises
Scarlet splatters on the red clay
turned to native blues on a snowy day
Left a weeping trail
trodden down by immigration wagons
Surrendering fiery wails
doused by the conquering wine flagons
Assimilation arrows
pierce separated hearts
Grieving tears levee
swept away
by a bow flood
of drunken pride and conceit
Stone face archers standing at the top of the towers,
got their lip quivers full of
pointed poison gargoyle eviction power
Assimilation arrows
don’t wanna change the color of manifest destiny
Let the hawks chase away the sparrows,
give the hate crows the bald eagle iron claw victory
A pale pastime tale ...
American rote homogenized
Graven hope tossed down a wishing well,
Roman Republic truth bought as jingoist self-evident lies
E Pluribus unum ...
Assimilation arrows on a frigid, melting pot Mephisto fly
Immigration rejection
pierce the divided hearts,
whose pledge of undying love has been icily denied
IF YOU PULL A LONG FACE : Part VIII
IF you pull a long face
On 2019 New Year's Day
While at 2018 stick tongue out of face
You bade Her badbyes, everybody'd say
But if you pulled a long face
On the Eve of New Year's Day
Your Belle at Ball slapped your face
Leave her high and dry on Wedding Day
Now if you pulled along face
Thinking how 2018 made you pay
Wait to see how the 2019 Mephisto chase
Will mock cock eye and good ol' Faust slay
If you yet pulled a long face
All Eve-night with no-one to lay
Stay condemned by contumace
While plea-bargain culprits bray
So if you must pull a long face
Year in and year out up Calvary way
Don't buy taser to ease disgrace
Yama follows Atman just as June May
(2+1+9=12=3 follows 2+1+8=11=2)
© T. Wignesan, Paris, January 1st., 2019
How precious life is…
When the old rocker rocks in his wheelchair…
ACDC heavy precious metal ‘like a wheel spinning’
‘Highway to hell…on my way to the promised land’
‘Where have all the flowers gone’ merges mellow into
Guns and Roses, let us hope the latter on the ladder
of Zeppelins and friendly tunes of ‘Stairway to Heaven’
Thomas has no doubt because Saturday is visit time…
No Black Sabbath and not Bad Company today
not stoned any longer where Black had been Black
but Deep Purple floating the beat in fading memories
a Sweet Child in Time ‘line between good and bad’
Uriah Heep’s Sunrise and ‘new day is breaking through’
The ageing blues takes its due…
For ‘Whom the Bell Tolls’ on lemmings’ way Ding Dong
ABC frosted roads searching for Camus’ stranger come
use your remembrance because it won’t last forever when
the sea parts and Odysseus stays in the grave underworld
where Dante’s Inferno meets Mephisto but Satan can wait
A traveller close to the gate of redemption…
he counts his blessings slowly on an ancient dusty abacus
123 he takes lock stock and barrel laughs at the numbers
In his prime he had refused to accept he could not divide
takes out the ruler to conquer his world computes divisions
adds them all up tallies on the wilting spread sheet of time
Inheritance subjected to paper he determines…
not gold no diamonds just a coin here and there
weaves nostalgia to ribbons from a few shoe strings
attached and detached bound closely together as he
holds photographs to his priceless brain caresses
them dearly touches his soul and soothes his mind
When the stroke assaults and takes him home…
he crosses the flow of the Styx and finally recalls how
precious life has been and dies a happy man on his way…
It’s been an apocalypse, revelation, git thee behind
An all out war before creation I won’t be apologetic, be cast down
Paul saw through kaleidoscope view of the mansion the devil, git thee behind
Up in the third heaven, be cast down
Some of lightening, whirlwinds, spiraled hollow, git thee behind
Liken a genie out of the bottle, fallen down and shattered, burn evil one
Mephisto casted down, down past heaven’s clouds beyond the earth grounds
Casting down imaginations on God’s earthen vessels not on His round
Condemned of damnation uprooted Angelic former Arch angel now dead to Him
Hysteria emotional frenzy down to hell this is his new bound glory the destiny
Utter confusion disorder of demons, angels, humans cast into the inferno;
This cacophony chaotic perpetual going on always and on wards;
Such disorder traveling time and universe through a hole, a cavity;
Angels and demons being dammed for the quickening of their evil deeds;
Dirty hands rise up against the All Father, He sentence them to hell fire;
Evil angels turn demons uprising against God, Holy Spirit and Jesus Christ;
Sufferings banishments no longer entitled to stand amidst heaven’s gate;
So suffer now burn and shake in the pits of Hades in brimstone and fires lake;
This isn’t an honor in disobeying the Father, Mephisto git thee behind
Ain’t no devil on earth or hell gonna turn me against the Father,
Devil be cast down
Get behind me Mephisto you isn’t got no control, git thee behind
Ain’t no devil on Hell gonna make me swear, Mephisto be cast down
And drown in the lake of fire and brimstone
This be the final woe you shall be cast down to hell
09/21/17
Hello, moss-covered dirt suckers,
it’s a darkly new dawn
for a good autumnal leaf chew
Mulch to do ‘bout nothing,
Jack-o-Lanterns all want a toothy kiss
We’re living in tricky times,
so treat yourself to some hallow hubris
Mephisto risque morbid masquerade
sho’ got a gallows ballroom neon a-glitter glow
Disguised motives on a contraband traffic flow,
illegal cargo valet parked in the shade
Hollow pitch fork, pigsty pluckers ...
money parasitic leech suck, roll in the miry muck
Stool pigeon eyes pecking and clucking for a buck:
backward collar tombstone tuckers
Goodbye, vodka-breath, tart tongue demon twist,
lullaby to that crimson moon crypt croon
Falling debris of void entropy comes soon,
zombies on the chigger move to the hallow hubris
I am friends with someone
He's good he's bad
He's not ugly nor sad
He keeps me at bay
I danced with the devil
A false walz and I didn't like it
Mephisto Lucifer Satan father of lies
Devil enchantor you romance me
Happy dancer jester prancer
You dance with me a foxtrot
Now embracing as my heart drops
I danced with the devil and I didn't like it
He kept stepping on my feet still he led but I decided to stop it
I walk away no longer
Satan get thee behind me
Now I am freed
You are bad I'm rebuking you today
I walk away
I am friends with someone else
Jesus Christ my Lord and Savior Jesus
12/19/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020