ancient apocalyptic answers
bearing beautiful beauteous beatitudes
carrying celestial conclusions
debunking decadent devilment
effortlessly elevating eloquence
forever fascinating faithful flibbertigibbets
Leaves of the oak trees congregated in clumps of whispering soldiers
A devilment was afoot; the fey felt this and scurried to the meadow.
Someone was dragging a heavy sack into the darkest shadows.
The night shuddered, recognizing the evilness of the scoundrel.
Perfect place to hide a body, most agreed. Those who were brave to look.
Others hid behind stumps and rocks, hoping the culprit’s thirst was sated.
He has been here before, always leaving flesh that turns to putridness.
Finally whitening and stiffening into a stick-like corpse.
The evil doer did not give the trees or the sack a backward glance.
This was his dumping ground; he felt no reverence for it in the least.
A place to leave the shell of the people he hunted and killed.
John, the forerunner of Christ, preached repentance and baptized.
The wrath of God, like fire, will devour the world, he said.
Hedonistic ways of humans, by his life, he revised
Axe is on trunks, he said; by devilment, don't be misled.
The world could not accept John's teachings, as his words weren't sweet.
Do children like medicines that are not sugar coated?
He is possessed. This is why he is unable to eat.
His lamb-like life was unjustly and untimely slaughtered.
Jesus was gregarious. He loved the rich and the poor.
Did they accept him? He's a glutton and drunkard, they said.
As blind in mind, they failed to see his benignant grandeur.
As he knew their psyche, with a soft smile, he went ahead.
The ways of the world are unreasonable and absurd.
The thoughts, words, and deeds of the world, always, Jesus stirred.
Sponsor: Kai Michael Neumann Contest Name: Forgiveness
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Forgiveness does not ever say,
What you did, is now OK.
But forgiving you, releases me,
I now regain a heart that’s free.
I hold no grudge, I have no hate.
The harm you did, will abate.
My mind and heart, are now clear,
To recover what you took, that was so dear.
Forgiveness wasn’t instant, it took me a while.
But now I forgive you, I can once again smile.
My wish for you, is for a contrite heart,
Where compassion and love can play a part.
You didn’t ask my forgiveness, I know that’s true,
But now I willingly give it to you.
It frees me from hurt, and a pain within.
From the harm you caused, my healing can begin.
Any future devilment you try to bestow,
Will just make me stronger, this I know.
It’s a contented life, I am going to live,
Because you see,………. I forgive.
Was it in a dream when I first saw her,
Or was it in the crowded street afar,
Or was it on the beach by the setting sun,
That she, my heart had won?
All I saw then was a pair of eyes
Beautifully set on a wan face
As twinkling stars in the night sky
Or gems on the moon’s diadem high
They seemed to converse without end
In a lingua of love with passions blend
It was a captivating moment divine
I thought the whole world was mine
Those eyes had turned me blind
That all other pursuits I left behind
As her eyelids quickly fluttered
Within me rosy dreams cluttered
Hopes colorful crimsoned my sky
On featherless wings I flew high
In my thoughts for long I chased her
Though chance was nil of possessing her
Yet I hoped one day she would abruptly spring
And merry ditties we would together sing
Flowers blossomed and wilted
Snowflakes hardened and melted
Time made its hasty run
Spring, summer, autumn and winter in turn
Still I wait, looking in vain
Never allowing my hopes to wane
Devilment devastates devoted devotees,
But devout devotees devour deities.
October.20.2022
Captivation Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Julia Ward
On herself much cruelty was afflictedSeldom would it leave her so confused mindNever a trial, yet she was convictedShe would wonder when will the world be kind
Leaving her alone as the unwantedSilent by pretence, never to admitBut by his lies, was forever hauntedHe was nothing by none; a hypocrite
But this demon sent knew how to hurt herEven to smirk in his own devilmentAt unjust penalties she would incurBut not free from his own impenitent
For she knows she has been left out to dieBut on her death the world would see his lie
Then lady's eyes flashed indignation sore!
His choice of Amapola seemed to feed
on disrespect of Patron Saint and more.
"You use Amapola for comparison, senor, but word means more than flower to me. Don't you know Santa Amapola is my Patron Saint? Yes, senor. She watches over and takes care of me. My father gave me that promise as a little girl. He said that whenever I'm in trouble, Santa Amapola would care for me."
"Senorita's Patron Saint is much to be revered. I'm sorry I've offended you by use of her name. Please forgive me."
"Only if you never use that name again!"
"Never again,senorita. I'll never ofend you again by use of that name."
"Good! Can we talk about something else now?"
"Most certainly. Do you still ride a horse as well as you use to?"
"Senor Huerra, I can still ride, but I've had little practice in three years."
"I remember your riding El Diablo and making him pay for his devilment. I think his flanks are still scarred by your spur marks."
Copyright © ramfire ... [2002-09-11 10:16:20]
Am a homeless man,
Whole world is my home,
In street, dump, anywhere,
I sleep wherever I feel;
Seek food from garbage dump,
Rag too I find in that;
For some drives emotions,
And for some lousy devilment;
Some pelt alms,
And some offend saying,
"Can't he go and work?"
Open rain, storm and cold,
Am immune to them;
None can hurt, not even,
Offended words of passer by;
No stress, no ego
And no shame of my life style;
Why I be ashamed?
Am an outcome of failed,
Economy and corruption,
In this world;
Who seek vote,
In the name of repelling,
Hunger and homeless;
They should be ashamed,
As they have failed;
© Sadashivan nair
Ripe on the branch I'll spy,
depriving from a bee,
the sweetest peach for me!
I baked a golden pie,
and from the hives, deny
the bounty of the trees!
One bite of luscious bliss,
with sun still warm within.
Sweet juice drips down my chin.
I'm stung by summer's kiss.
A moment such as this
must be a mortal sin!
Temptation wins the game
when devil calls my name!
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8/17/15 For Hexsonnetta Contest
Resubmitted for Contest: Favorite poem for August 2015
Crow
Sometimes the crow sits beside me on his wooden fence
He acknowledges I am here then listens to the world for his own amusement
His eyes are black but alive in a sense that everything he sees is poignant
His body also black but also very pristine like a suit made by the government
The lies he sees are preposterous and he harks at people’s discontent
The world is very complex he knows but there is a final judgement
The crow tells all to the Grim Reaper and all people’s devilment
The crow eats vermin for the flesh and the blood keeps him vigilant
It must be hard for an intelligent bird to sit so long and see confinement
The bird has wings but they only use them to flee animal’s punishment
Sometimes the crow sits beside me on his wooden fence.
I hunger,
For my youth.
For those lazy,
Hazy, crazy,
Sperm-filled days.
When my eyes
Feasted with devilment,
Instead of mockery,
Upon the young
School of nymphs
That swam up
And down the corridors
Like silver darlings
Of the sea
The wonderment
Puzzlement
Of the flesh.
Memories of
Soft bouncy buttocks,
Budding breasts
Licentious legs
That tormented,
Teased, pleased
That frenzied, wild
Stirrings of my loins.
How i loved life then,
With it's silent promise
Of great things to come.
I think I’ll tell you all about,
the things you should not hear.
About the reason for our life,
why your God placed us here.
We’re given life to sample sin
of flesh and mind and soul,
and grab a bit of devilment
to take back to the whole.
For when at last our life is run
we pass to greater things,
and grow our wings and float back up
to where the harpist sings.
To sing a song of harmony
and smile with joy all day.
Oh God, if that’s what heavens about,
that’s not a place I’d stay.
For in heavenly fulfilment
my soul would rot away,
I’d shed my wings and tumble back
.... to live another day.
For life is for the living,
not for dead beats on a cloud.
To be born again is better
than to always wear a shroud.
Join your Godhead if you must,
stay for eternity.
But I’d go back to dwell below,
where life is meant to be.
To share a bit of hell on Earth
and have fun every day,
for living I’ll have a beer to drink
and different tunes to play.
So sing a song of harmony
and joke and laugh and dance .
for when you’re dead it’s possible,
………...you may not get the chance!
Ivor G Davies
Amid the devilment your dimples devise,
your smile is a mile of wonderful lies.
Your eyes hypnotize, and your silences speak
volumes of verses to someone as weak
as the wreck that I am,
since, meek as a lamb,
I was caught by your charm,
doing myself irreparable harm
to my centers of logic and cool calculation.
You are responsible: I demand reparation.
Call this country the united states
Of Donald trumph Oprah Winfrey
And bill gates
And the country that has so much hate
And so little faith
And the city of brotherly love
Is the city of money sex thugs and drugs
Robbing and stealing all for the same money
That says in God we trust
The government means torment
The decisions that are made are made without us
Many are offended by Gods name except when they take His name in vain
This judicial system is a joke basically its a hoax
They'll hang glide you
They're luciferians washing,the devils back
Gave drugs to blacks
This conspiracy is a fact
Man we got jacked
While their pockets got fat
Gave us just enough slack
So it wont look too obvious and suspicious
That's what has been going government
Better known as the devilment
Green is a meandering creek through a lush grassy valley
Red is hot with devilment
Mauve is a soft and squirming newborn's cheeks
Brown is basically awesome
Blue is cool as summer's love
Lavender is a soft and fragrant blossom.
Sunshine is orange warmth
with yellow and red sprinkles
Mauve is girly pink
and yellow locks of delicate hair
Black absorbs and white reflects
Though ebony and ivory live side by side in poetic harmony!
Inspired by "Yellow" written by David McCord
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