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Categories:
devilish, allegory,
Form: Free verse
Hate is more potent than Love
as is darkness more awesome than light,
Silence’s more deafening than sound
Vice is more enticing than virtue
as is knowledge more enlightening than faith,
Passion overrides piety
Malevolence outbeats benevolence
as is brute more awe-inspiring than beauty.
Death is absolute
as is life fleeting,
The fear of hell
outweighs the bliss of heaven.
As are nights and days,
Life and death rotate in sync
complimenting each other,
One cannot exist without the other,
As is with good and evil
love coevals with hate —
you cannot choose one without other,
the outcome is correspondingly synonymous.
The devil is god’s alter ego,
The devil almost always
outscores god,
God fares better as the devil…
Damning and bedeviling mankind
for his own devilish delight!
Categories:
devilish, evil, hate, love,
Form: Free verse
He said, "Hello". I Said, "Who are you?"
He said, "I am the Devil".
I said, "C'mon man. You're not on the level".
He said, "Yes, I am".
"I can't talk to you. My morals forbid".
The Devil said, "You just did."
"No I didn't", I said.
"Yes, you did".
I shut my mouth and stopped scoffing.
As he vanished, I heard him laughing.
Categories:
devilish, religion,
Form: Prose Poetry
I was taught not to fight with the devil ~ I won’t stoop to your level
Categories:
devilish, how i feel,
Form: Monoku
I searched and wondered Mother Earth,
Looking for the last of roses...
Hoping that Lady Mary gave birth,
Before the gate of all heavens closes...
At last I met a lost soul,
Trembling emotions,
Broken memories,
Crowned diamonds on her diva's pole...
On her devilish lips,
Absorbed through her white pearls,
Our tongues spoke a thousand words,
In all languages, signs, and curls...
Drawing passion with love swords...
On her devilish lips,
I tasted heaven,
Melted over her moist skin,
Cooked spices in her eastern tavern...
Took my soul for a spin...
On her devilish lips,
I felt her drumming beats,
Losing my past in her angel eyes,
As life gave me front row seats...
To foresee where true beauty lies...
On her devilish lips, I am finally alive ??
Categories:
devilish, for her, for him,
Form: Rhyme
And there, painted
and playing in sweetest frame
is the timeless province.
There, suspended
by the arches of axiom,
with sputtering brushes
of wielded coherent structure.
I drown upon spearing fear
in the devilish qualm,
splintered to scattered scree
upon the wuthering face
of this old, roaming sphere:
in continuous form
and bristling invariance.
Here is one soul
stripped of fire's bite.
I have my tools at hand,
extensions of my form;
yet the tendons are emblazoned,
threatening to break
upon the simplest gesture.
I dare to say
that I do not live:
I am suspended in a desert
where life once drifted.
I once was electing Truth
but am now spirited into hushing,
principled in my lightened travels.
Categories:
devilish, allegory, death, fear, imagery,
Form: Free verse
When you see so many flies
Be careful, there is a carrion
Somewhere. Behave like a lion
Run, run. The flies are all over your thighs
They can surely and slowly devour you.
An environment, which is full of lies
Will eventually crumble too.
Lies cannot fly
Through the clouds, in the sky.
When you witness so many flies
Somebody may be telling a lot of lies.
When it is too good to be true
Something is not right and untrue.
Don't believe everything you hear
A carcass may be hidden under the soil here.
Copyright © January 2019, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Categories:
devilish, adventure, bullying, crazy, flying,
Form: Rhyme
The Art of the Devilish Deal
By Mark D. Stucky
Did Trump sell his soul to the devil in 2016?
As his part of the deal, could he lie, preen, cheat, and tweet?
Could he distort, divide, deny, demean, demolish, and destroy?
Could he make even a pandemic worse through criminal negligence?
Is the devil in the details of the deal?
Trump was understandably loved by hate-spewing supremacists,
but why also by family-values evangelicals?
How could so many lose their minds…and still not regain them?
Were brains washed sudsy clean by social media and Fox News?
If Trump did make the sale, was it an artful deal?
Was he even still using his soul anyway?
Would the devil desire such a shriveled thing?
For a chance to destroy democracy,
wouldn’t Putin and Satan have worked pro bono?
Has anyone’s devilish deal
ever worked well long-term?
What will Trump ultimately do
when that bad soul loan comes due?
(See also my poems "The 2023rd Psalm," "Bathing with Bathsheba," "Antisocial Media," and "Tweeting the Truth in Love.")
(Image by andibreit on Pixabay.)
Categories:
devilish, bible, humorous, parody, political,
Form: Free verse
Never fan enmity as it is dangerous
It may lead to severe blood -shed
Instead use kindness to forgive
That alone is the safest action
Anger is not at all a good trait
As it will destroy a whole clan
It will annihilate peace of mind
Affecting the future generation
Killing, injuring or taking revenge
Will extremely extend the issue
Never will it restore noble mirth
As it paves a route for disaster
Humanity must be ever merciful
As that will promote happiness
Hatred in any form is a hindrance
Allow not that devil in your path
Enmity deteriorates our health
By inflicting badness in brain
Love and affection kindly heal
Bestowing health as a bonanza.
Categories:
devilish, anger, bullying, hate, wisdom,
Form: Blank verse
This satanic one lives in a dark, lonely place
He’s thoroughly engrossed in pelfishness,
Utterly devoid of virtue, principle, and grace
He is lounging in narcissism and selfishness.
While he views other leaders with disdain,
Claiming his greatness with disgusting ego
He clearly cares only for what is his domain
And those who recognize it will rate him a zero.
V. Putin -- of such pitiful, unenviable nature,
Alone in his well-protected, Moscow capitol
Fearing for his life, his most prominent feature,
While his smirking arrogance is quite classical.
Despicable, this loathsome, murderous creature
He’s even worse than a hypocritical preacher!
Written March 17, 2022
Categories:
devilish, evil, how i feel,
Form: Sonnet
"If I could," quoth the cherub.
"I would ~
eat carob"
Categories:
devilish, angel, desire, food,
Form: Rhyme
I let her go
To cover up my scars
I assumed she was a foe
The stones of craving
I crushed under my teeth
I stole the parts from her breath
when it was hard for me to breathe
I covered my face with smile
when all I wanted was to sob
They say
'You did a Devil's job'
I want to make amends for what I did
love the next one to come, the way I never did
It's not going to be hard
to swim down the old shore
They say
'You're not a bad person at your core.'
Categories:
devilish, lost, pain, sorry,
Form: Free verse
One Whose Devilish Heart Comes From The Fridge
Why did I write, " I do truly love her"
Carve love lost hope into innocent bark
She that had called me a surly cur
An insult that left a deep hidden mark.
What folly, a black curse that never ends.
O the sheer agony of, "lets' be friends".
This love-storm, its endless revolutions
Far worse than a tempest and a hanging
From dark depths of mankind's evolution
The hard invisible blows still clanging.
What folly, a black curse that never ends.
O the sheer agony of, "lets' be friends".
Insanity- to love so futilely
Live in past dreams - under a falling bridge
Follow along, so damn dutifully
One whose devilish heart comes from the fridge.
What folly, a black curse that never ends.
O the sheer agony of, "lets' be friends".
R.J. Lindley, Feb 2nd, 1973
Rhyme
( From within the frozen and heartless Void )
Categories:
devilish, art, heart, meaningful, memory,
Form: Rhyme
Drops mixed with sunshine
like smiling through all the tears,
Devilish rainbow.
Categories:
devilish, emotions, feelings, nature, rain,
Form: Haiku
Yes! You are bloodhound! Just do fun with rule!
I’m your kick; your punch with cursive language!
Maybe you are the best norm of the Satanic pan!
But look still the best stand here with rose
and think that you will understand all
and you will come back as human!
-July 23, 2018 Chattogram
Categories:
devilish, allegory, evil,
Form: Free verse
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