Devilishly Poems | Examples

Innuendos Don’t Behave

Who knows not where a wasp does wear his sting? In his tail.
In his tongue.
Whose tongue?
Yours, if you talk of tails: and so farewell.
What, with my tongue in your tail?
   Nay, come again, Good Kate;
   I am a gentleman.
—William Shakespeare, The Taming of the Shrew
    (exchange between Petruchio and Katherine)

Love looks like blue skies, nay.
Today is the tango of sister twisters.

Innuendos don’t behave. They slave
over the mountains and valleys.

Twines of a forked tongue, devilishly
misbehaving, drunken in delight.

Good Kate, is she kind, his kind of date?
Will she satisfy his intellect, his loins?

Is he a gentleman, this Shakespeare?
Is his lady worthy of remarkable taste?

Petruchio, with his yellow jacket,
prepared to sting, with lover’s words.

Katherine’s falling into the Venus fly trap
as she plays along, bidding farewell.

Petruchio draws her back in
wagging his tail and tongue.

These heavy boots filled by Taylor and Burton
acting in real time and on the silver-tongued screen.

If the ballroom could produce such a tango as this,
Shakespeare himself would rise and erupt in applause.

Opposing Suspension Tableau

      I’ll meet you halfway 
      set fire to both ends 
        Kiss you in stasis 
      as our world upends
       God it feels so good 
    when balance transcends 

           Separated yes
      the crossing’s now ash
      Lost due to movement 
      and one lonely splash 
      Our love abridged? No
            devilishly rash

One Thing Is For Sure

One thing is for sure

I am smart enough to know

That the people

Who run us and our day to day lives

Are actually in charge

Are way far more smart

And more powerful

Than I 

Am or could ever wish to be

That is the reason they

And not I 

Are or ever will be

Ever in charge

As they way more

Devilishly , devious and clever

And why the only thing I know for sure

Is that nothing any time

In the near or not to distant future

Is about to change

As they make the rules

Which dictate and control

This so called game

We call life

Giving Extra Props To Our Puppet

Long beaked puppet with eyes so devilishly dark
You have such a deep voice, it is almost a bark.
We are going to give you a dog, a hog and a shark.
You will be able to do more story lines, some of them quite a lark.

Words

Ordinary thoughts of standard diction 
Embellish themselves inciting friction 
Words give understanding for how I feel 
To give a 3D image, to sense the unreal. 

Hyponyms to idioms, romantic collective nouns 
Superlative adverbs widely used to counteract a frown 
Imaginative ampersands symbolic of the time 
Emphatic forms of rhetoric, devilishly rhyme. 

Words remain our lifeblood, progressive and alive 
To articulate emotion, a metaphoric drive 
So appreciate the syllables and annunciate the prose 
Give thanks to the words our language grows and grows.

Shadows Dancing In a Moonless Night

Is our love a dance macabre? 
A dilly dallying with death? 
Or a mystic encounter of unabated love? 
Will it last?  Will it end? 
So many questions left unanswered, 
So many uncertainties attested, 
All cumulative in a death wish 
As emotions run devilishly amok. 
  
My soul screams with this unpredictability, 
Its echoes rampage through my veins, 
As bubbling blood courses through 
Twisted arteries, through havoc and chaos. 
Is it the folly of chained love?  
The unearthly silence of togetherness? 
  
My lips pronounce your name but no one answers. 
I realize my questions will never be answered. 
Our togetherness is but a charade, 
Shadows dancing in a moonless night. 
Your allure is just too much to bear, 
I dare keep it no more 
So let our ways head into different tracks. 
Henceforth I'll dance alone. 
A dance macabre.

Devilishly Stupid Offensive Things To Say

Your mother must be ohh so proud
of you

Of all the complex things and thoughts
you have to say

Choose to write down and post

Oh how I bet she must share them
with all the other countless mother 
stork's 

Have them printed and placed above
her fireplace in gothic crucifix frames

Just incase the devil pop's in for
afternoon tea and a good old catch 
up and chinwag 

Again just to see how his number 1 
little so and so is doing

In regards to  how it's going stirring
the pot and raising temperature's up

He's even brought a few golden stars
just for you

If you have been a very , very bad boy
and your numbers are up

And if they aren't I have even brought a
list of suggestions of other stupid
offensive things

That should work as well

Lucifer Aint It Funny How Scott Always Seems 2 Get Off Free Ohh Father

Ain't it Funny how

Lucifer once said to his father 

Some certain individuals 

No matter how guilty they are 

Or evidence doth incriminate them

Always seem to get off 

Scott Free

Enough said

Mic Drop

That's all I wished to say

As i am currently off to serve

Scott's sentence now 

So due to this unavoidable catastrophe and travesty of justice

I will be most unfortunately out of commission for
the a wee foreseeable while

Hope to be back and see you soon

I'll be back 

All depends on if I am prepared to change 

And i manage to get parole for good behavior

With again

Ohh so Devilishly glint and glimmer in his eye

Trying his level best not to crack a Smile

Whilst all the while chocking up way
down deep inside

Looking most angelic as if he could sprout
wing's from underneath the ethereal
glowing hallo eminent above his saintly
head

Like butter wouldn't melt on any given
Sunday given up for lent

Better To Be Late Than Never

O- God- I was cheated
And ruthlessly defeated

I was cruelly enticed
My joy got sacrificed

I became mentally blind
As I felt someone was kind

Unfortunately I am deceived
By a plan devilishly conceived

I ran behind a wrong thing
And now I have lost a spring

To turn joyful, I was eager
Now, I struggle like a beggar

I have at last wisely realized
God, hope has materialized

Let me be wise from now onward
So that peace will be delivered

Her Kiss

there's a secret in her kiss
it's devilishly charming
makes men drop to their knees
and be at her beckon call

To Eat Herbicide For Genocide

If you knew they would you execute
Would you ugly wars prosecute
And child soldiers recruit?
The thrice- honored far being cute
But now and ever Plain Brute
And The Devilishly Mute?
If you saw combats could yield addicts
Would you pass drug-use-excusing edicts?
All that you did powerfully predict
Trends offering to easily contradict,
More shooting hands hiring,
When you should’ve ceased firing…

Try you they shall for Genocide
And compel to eat herbicide:
An In-The-Midst Weed
They don’t at all need.

Gizelle and Charlie Her Prince

Open and free was Gizelle’s heart.
There for the taking, the smacking, the shaking, the breaking.
She was an innocent, believing in happily ever after love.
She fell in love with the devilishly handsome Charlie.
Charlie had crushed, stomped and stamped many hearts.

People’s warnings fell on Gizelle’s closed ears.
Quickly pinged off, landing in mud puddles and ant hills.
Charlie the handsome would never hurt her.
He was solicitous, attentive, mannerly, respectful, loving.

Gizelle began reading brides magazines.
She chose her dress, her colors, and her father.
Over her stepfather, who had raised her since she was three.
Gizelle was ready for the next step.

Gizelle and her prince slept together to seal the deal.
She had never been so incredibly loved before; she was amazed.
This was a fairy tale she had never dared dream of.
When she was dumped two days later, she was horrified.
She would never fully trust anyone again.
She now understood why her father hated her mother.

Death

The most mischievous of culprits,
A tough veil over its secrets;
Devilishly keeps patrolling incognito
For the unilateral contracts it enters into.

The Eternally Incommunicado;
But easily us reaching without ado,
No signature endorsing after a collection;
Merchandise shipping to abysmal direction,
The reason why I can’t praise its business empire,
Indeed, any transaction with no umpire. 

Fallout of Eve’s naivety,
And unwitting acceptance of Free Captivity,
After “a Do-this-and-not-that” instruction,
Making allowance for reckless decision,
Its fulfillment the handiwork of Cherubims,
Behind leaving their Seraphims,
For a continual swinging of fire-vomiting swords,
That must implement God’s voiced words. 

Today, my ugliest frowns at sabotaging spade,
And the longest sigh for being a mortal made.

Admitted

Admitted?
There they go again at it like there’s no tomorrow
Maybe they know something we don’t
Listen to her shriek and scream while they 
And I hear their bed collapse as he jumps from the wardrobe

The crack of a bullwhip is there connecting to naked flesh
I pity but envy what they’re doing pleasure with pain
They’re both sharing a journey together while I’m alone
I want to join them before the world ends
All they can say is No right?

Maybe I’ll be admitted and feel their whip
And get to cum inside his mistress
It’s better than watching old TV reruns 
I’ll put on my t shirt and shorts then call round

I feel desire and list my cock is hard as I hear
His mistress devilishly shout and scream 
I want some of that fun right now
I knock on their door and wait…

Natural Seeds With Spiritual Roots

I can see difference,
but also sameness,
between neurological networks
and internal/external co-empathic sensory experience

InBetween metaphor and analogy
reflecting contrast and cooperative comparisons
between natural perception
and spiritual feelings

Of confluence/dissonance
with and without
all that is Holy
and Dissonant

Persistently
devilishly against all we feel holonic
organic
synergetic
interdependent
creolizing
integral.

A root metaphor
for this win/win creative intention
invites a seed's natural potential
to experience a healthy spiritual root system
embedded in a polyculturally wealthy experience
of naturally spirited EarthGaze 

Nights and Days
for co-invested wellness
of universal health 
ConCelebrations
for unitarian wealth
ComPassions.

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