Speak of the devil incarnate
to give the devil his due
not to play devil's advocate
tho' devil-may-care
the devil is in the details
and while we're there
to state so now would be opportune
he who sups devil's food cake
or devilled eggs with the devil
should have a very long spoon
but if we don't the devil you say
better the silver-tongued devil you know
or there'll be the devil to pay
and we may go to the devil and be
between the devil and the deep blue sea
but it's the devil in me
as for the devil I have no sympathy
The ship was coming towards us, their eyes held the blue color of deception, the skin pinkish glow.
Smelled poverty with a demonic appetite to murder and plunder the resources of others.
A fictitious smile appeared on their faces, and the devil incarnate imaged in them. These are demonic new creatures on Earth.
Stepped on the fertile land, it became barren, their presence polluted the natural world,the devil incarnate is here now!
Where there was happiness, they brought miseries.
Where they were abundance, they brought scarcity.
Where they were peace, they brought conflict.
Where they were healing, they brought aggravate.
Where they were holiness, they brought wickedness.
Where they were brotherhood and sisterhood, they brought hatred.
Where they were oneness, they brought Discord.
The Devil incarnate is here. He is the source of evil in the world today.
By Chanda Katonga.
Boyhood days of bees, butterflies and songs,
The protective range of my mother’s voice,
A sweet, happy place where a boy belongs.
A conch shell, a snow-white beach, and a choice.
“Leave it”, she said, “this seashell’s not for you.”
Yet, it spoke like waves - I could not resist.
One day, it whispered things not in fact true -
Through snow, a mirror, I saw that they kissed.
What once was my world, completely shattered.
A broken glass dagger, fountains of red.
My best friend, my girl, all things that mattered.
Oh my God, they cannot really be dead!
My conch shell said, “come to my home to dwell” -
The devil, incarnate took me to Hell.
My listless thoughts are entirely detached
My mind unable to fully equate
These feelings completely skewed and mismatched
Emotions flee my mind then dissipate
The brain concedes to devil incarnate
Yielding to a distant watching member
Recalling a past I can't remember.
How many lies have you extolled
How many commandments have you broken
How many futures have you stole
How many people have you made to suffer
How many pennies have you pinched
In order to cast wishes down a well
How much untold damage have you inflicted
And worst most criminal of all
You still are unrepentant
And actually believe and think
You are the good guy
Well hopefully one day you
to as well will eventually meet
your maker
And unless he is the devil incarnate
him very self
You should surely be in for
A hell of a lot of rude reprisals
And untold unpleasant surprises
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)
Some say
I am
the product
of who I was
before I was.
Some say
I am
the result
of a million
little steps,
of all the days
along the way
since then.
Some say
I have
untapped
potential
to be a force
for greater good
or unspeakable evil,
to walk with gods
or be
the devil incarnate,
just waiting
to be unleashed
upon an unsuspecting world.
Come,
have a glass of wine,
enjoy the moment,
set that heaviness aside,
lay with me,
and roll the dice.
And if you
do not like
snake eyes,
you can roll,
and roll again
without concern
for who she might have been.
FALSE HOPES
She appeared just from nowhere
And I fell in love with her.
I thought she was my love forever
But she turned out just a blur.
I wanted her to be my friend
Rejoiced for no seeming reason,
Believed she’d love me in the end
But she squeezed me and left freezin’.
I thought she was my joy,
Star on the path of my life,
Believed in her - half-witted boy!
And wished her to be my wife.
She turned the devil incarnate,
The very devil in her flesh.
Her eyes were evil, full of hate.
They were rotten, never fresh.
Although she was a short young age,
She sounded off like a subhuman.
With youthful spleen and warlike rage,
And I preferred an earthly woman.
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
W as there ever a player so hated
I n the prime of a great career
L ooked on as the Devil Incarnate
T ormented by boos and by jeers
T he man set all kinds of records
H e excelled at whatever he tried
E gged on by a fierce, wounded pride
S cored one-hundred points in a game
T fans hissed at him all the same
I f he had to do it over again
L ord Have Mercy, he'd have scored 110!
T hough he'd have traded every point for one friend
what you see
when you see man?
God? Beast?
Natural soul--
Air, fire, water,
lump of dirt?
Maker
of the gods,
the laws,
religions,
the devil!
In god's image or
the devil incarnate,
Judge,
Jury and Hangman?
~08/30/18
~Human Nature in Yalto Form
contest by Edward Ibeh
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 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.”
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
You have always told me your plans
For years your words have grown bigger
I felt my heart beat for your poems
For my heart felt your heart beats
The beats that tune my passion
High by your sweet words that light my mind
Days grew legs walking to months and years
You told me the same words, ‘I love you’
But now my ears have grown moulds
Neither my mind can comprehend that lullaby
Time has come for you to show me
This is now your time to prove them wrong
I really tried to force my superior ego
But your love has caused my heart to be bitter
My thoughts have created a devil incarnate
Thou I wonder how I got hooked by your words
Many were taken by my exquisite gesture and smile
But I chose to you to make me fly with angels
Show me why I chose you from them all
For years I have been patient with you
Tell me it was worth waiting
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