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
I have my red electric blanket, a real joy.
My husband has his baby mattress frog
Kitty has her fluffy big-eyed baby toy.
A stuffed headless tiger is comfort to our dog.
Supper fed and comfortable, we live our life our way.
We curl up in our spots, in front of the television set.
Kitty keeps her baby close at hand, but what can I say?
Now there is another headless animal thanks to Big Gray.
Big Gray is a puppy, and a professional chewer for sure.
He does not understand boundaries, but his heart is pure.
If he goes after Kitty’s baby, there will be the devil to pay.
So, I keep my eyes open, whenever Big Gray heads that way.
I went to Mass Saint Patrick Day
And overheard a woman say,
"You can't drink green beer
With the priest in here
Or we'll have the Devil to pay!"
TEMPTATION
There once was a man, who came from Connaught,
Who followed all the rules, that he was taught.
But on one, St. Patrick's day,
To be sure, was led astray.
With the Devil to pay, when he was caught.
2 / 27 / 2021.
For the St. Patrick's day poetry contest.
Sponsor L. Milton Hawkins.
God Sees All
Written: by Miracle Man
2-7-2020
* Christians have voted to make things legal,
while in their hearts knew it wasn’t right.
God’s eye is sharper than that of an eagle,
meaning nothing exists beyond His sight.
For extra tax dollars many have cast a vote,
thinking that to schools it will find its way.
While some school systems fight to stay afloat,
once more we discover “it’s the devil to pay.”
“Always remember that there is nothing secret that shall not be made manifest. even your secret sin will locate you out one way or the other. “
*Numbers 32:23(KJV)
“But if ye will not do so, behold, ye have sinned against the LORD: and be sure your sin will find you out.”
*
Donald Trump has declined to say
What his threats are worth on EBay
Iran did not buy
Trump had a good cry
And now has the Devil to pay
*(Trump can't figure out why the
"wonderful aircraft" Americans deployed to
defeat the British during the Revolutionary
War failed to intercept Iranian missiles)
Halliburton and the USA
Provoke world conflict every day
To sell more arms
We spread alarms
But there's always the devil to pay!
Some people believe that sin
Is easily washed away
Like scum on a bathtub wall
Sin sticks to your DNA
Although you may feel absolved
There is a Judgment Day
When all of your offspring discover
They have the Devil to pay
Diamonds in the rough,
Make the dust fly,
Dust and ashes
The devil comes alive !
Earth in its deep inside
Is full of arrogance
Erupting volcanoes
Devastating beauty,
Blind to the
Observer's delight !
The storms, tornadoes
Never stay calm
Join the darker side,
Moonlight sprinkles
Diamond dust in
Night's dark waters !
Under deep oceans
Lava bubbles out,
Red crater at midriff,
Rainbow colours to
The whirlpool surrounds,
The devil to pay !
Zeus O great Lord !
The thunderer!
Give the devil his due,
The devil takes the hindmost !!
Written on 30/4/14
Sponsor- SKAT-A
Cover your head, close your ears
Don’t listen to that voice
He’s drunk once again
Since drinking is by choice
If you can’t see him
Maybe it’s a whipping you’ll save
Stay still, don’t move
The liquors made him a slave
Hear those glasses? Yes, they’re breaking
But don’t cry, don’t even move
Maybe he’ll get sleepy
Then the night might improve
I know you are shaking
And I know you want to cry
But please don’t whimper
And we might just slide by
Is that him snoring?
Lord I hope so
But stay real quite
Cause we really don’t know
We young’uns can’t be talking
Or it’s the devil to pay
Let’s pray daddy has passed out
And won’t wake until day
Eat My Dust, Punk
By Elton Camp
Gran had her kids raised and mortgage paid
And so figured it was time that she played
From the car dealer, she a bought a big V8
It had 400 horsepower and surely ran great
If anybody happened to get in Gran’s way,
Then there was gonna be the devil to pay
If, on the Interstate, anyone attempted to pass,
Gran stomped her foot firmly on the gas
And when she was stopped at a traffic light
Try to outrun her and you’d be in for a fight
She jammed the accelerator to the floor
And her big motor gave off a loud roar
“Eat my Dust, Punk,” is what she yelled
As drag racer, Gran couldn’t be excelled
"I don't think Hank done it this way"
You snarled and growled your essay
Your show was a rebel's ballet
But you had that old devil to pay
Ole' Waylon was a true outlaw hero
Fed up with that same old tired scene
You raged at the Nashville regime
Oozing with marvelous gangrene
Howlin' "Lonesome, Ornery and Mean"
Ole' Waylon was a true outlaw hero
Sizzlin' like hot Texas chili
Singin' "Good Hearted Woman" with Willie
Gettin' high and acting plumb silly
Two crazy old Texas hillbillies
Ole' Waylon was a true outlaw hero
Saluting Bob Wills as the King
'Faded Love" those fiddles would sing
Don't worry about one dog-gone thing!
Sing it proud and let the bells ring!
Ole' Waylon was a true outlaw hero
For Michal J. Falatico's
What Songwriter or writers Inspire You? Contest
Songwriters Inspiration: Waylon Jennings
The tone in her voice told me I had gone to far,
the tear down her cheek another scar
inflicted upon an already bruised loving heart.
The look in her eyes cause me to shudder,
the clench of her jaw arouses a twitch of her lip,
to quell and dissipate words she would love to spew,
but will not,
instead, scream into deep recesses of her brain.
The stoop of her shoulders, hands balled into fists drilled into her waist
with legs spread taunt,
all positive signs to find an escape route.
As I turn and crawl away I hear her say,
if you were not a baby, there would be the devil to pay.
There was not anything I could say,
at nine months,
language was scheduled for another day,
so I just went about my way,
next time I see mom, she will give me a hug, everything again okay.
Until the next time.
in hot water up to my neck
bombarded by bubbles and jets
Enjoying existence
With little resistance
As moonlight is shining through trees
So brightly I’m going to sneeze
They laugh at my plight
Devoid of their leaves
And dance in my sight
Reflecting in silvery light
To the music of November night
Troubles are bubbled away
As I float in the end of the day
With only the devil to pay
But later and in my own way