What young damsels strive to make us safe in our home?
It's Bondi and Gabard and Ms. Kristi Noem.
Barbie Bondi's sleek tresses; vanilla chrome
The fair AG's brilliance dims not in twilight's gloam.
Our femme fatale Merlin makes grave crimes disappear
So many rich predators have zero to fear.
Staunch Telsi Gabbard, raven hair silver streaked
Cloak and dagger quirky devilry so readily leaked.
Your boss barks jump, and you jump to conclusions
Giving credence to all his cruel twisted delusions.
To DHS ICE Queen, Ms. Kristi Noem I shower elation
For her fashionista elan and prevarication.
You stir up our basest instincts, Ms. Noem
So to you I grudgingly dedicate my poem.
A suppurating crater
festers and gapes
in my heart
desiccated by hordes
of plunderers
who gorge on marrow
enshrouded in crevices
where love pleads
for refuge and succour
before gelid goons
controlling a pedigree
of sycophants
reframed to shield
their masters
from imagined devilry.
He slips the noose around her slender neck
Cloaked and masked with heavy breath
He can't help but be obsessed
All the dolls hangin' around - pretty little lies that make not a sound
The poison of passion imagined as they are undressed.
The dead in their eyes is magnificent
Ivory skin - chill to win
Realm of the dark, lips apart, he just has to do it - again and again
The equinox of evil with the essence of sin
Is it vanity or insanity - his dressing up to lure them in
Disquiet Devilry and a sip of gin and the perplexity of the evil twin.
The morbid beauty of death and dying
The lovelies I have twirling in the twilight
Death has changed my life - the quiet peace holds the ladies and - I tight
The divinity of debauchery - death is not treachery
It's like an estuary of decadent innocence.
Dainty damsels dangling Breathless but fabulous
Envisioning slitting their throats as if they were flowers
Heinous and horrific the macabre abounds
A carousel of corpses, a ballet of cadavers, a symphony of death
Dazzling
The eloquence of the end-of-life - exquisite and eternal
His masterpiece just hang'in around.....
The ship of dreams
Opulent surroundings
Fancy bed linens
Luxurious dinner plates and tablecloths
Gleaming virginal utensils
Dazzling crystal chandeliers
Polished walnut woodwork
Gold gilded fireplaces
Wardrobes ready for furs and dresses
An experienced captain
Eager staff
Bustling activity
Musicians, artists, businessmen aboard
High ranking officials, wealthy industrialists, celebrities
Cruising flawlessly in clear blue sea
A haven and heaven during the day
Easy sleeping and dreaming in the evening
J.P. Morgan was disappointed to have to cancel at the last minute
Four glorious days of sailing
Around Midnight April 15th, 1912 the Titanic struck an iceberg
The chunk of devilry slashed a three-hundred-foot gash in the hull
Haphazard evacuation ensued
First lifeboat could have held sixty-five people
It left with twenty-eight
The dream ship broke in half after filling halfway up with water
In two hours fifteen hundred people died
The majority of them froze to death in the North Atlantic
He slips the noose around her slender neck
Cloaked and masked with heavy breath
He can't help but be obsessed
All the dolls hangin' around - pretty little lies that make not a sound
The poison of passion is imagined as they are undressed.
The dead in their eyes is magnificent
Ivory skin - chill to win
Realm of the dark, lips apart, he just has to do it - again and again
The equinox of evil with the essence of sin
Is it vanity or insanity - his dressing up to lure them in
Disquiet Devilry and a sip of gin and the perplexity of the evil twin.
The morbid beauty of death and dying
The lovelies I have twirling in the twilight
Death has changed my life - the quiet peace holds the ladies and - I tight
The divinity of debauchery - death is not treachery
It's like an estuary of decadent innocence.
Dainty damsels dangling Breathless but fabulous
Envisioning slitting their throats as if they were flowers
Heinous and horrific the macabre abounds
A carousel of corpses, a ballet of cadavers, a symphony of death
Dazzling
The eloquence of the end-of-life - exquisite and eternal
His masterpiece just hang'in around.....
Stupid Penny toys with her button
Biting her bottom lip, Frowning her brow
Misery pulls at her
Loneliness sucks
Fill voids with Mall time
Plastic replete.
Feeling so fulsome; flirting with clothes
Racks upon racks upon shelves upon drawers
Cover your colours up cleverly hide
Futile fickle figures flickering tinkering
Gripping and stirring and numbing and dumbing
Dutifully dip down diving in devilry.
Pens empower punters people pledge revenge
Pondering pointlessly pointing at pendulums
Wasting breath wasting life wasting time
Waste away get wasted get wanted
Get Wankered get wired
Glitching through roundabouts
Loopholing widely
Hold your box tightly its preciousness
Leaks your Lifeline runs swiftly
Through slackness and slime
It’s dirty It’s soiled now
It’s tainted. It’s gone.
11 February 2023
Acquaintance and Neighborhood
Sotto Poet
It beckons, this chalice of night,
brooding beneath the limpid film
of gossamer and stolen light.
It preys, this chalice of night,
on satiations longing need
to quaff, to quench, a darkened seed.
It’s curse, this chalice of night,
it’s emptiness a lunar arc
that starts and ends as fluid dark.
It holds, this chalice of night,
a taste of sanguine revelry’s
moonlit curse of devilry.
©1/20/2022
The Chalice of Night Poetry Contest
Bolehland has the dubious honor of losing a full bodied jet liner...
Undoubtedly touted as one of the greatest mystery in modern air travel....
A full passenger jet plane that went missing into thin air...
A disappearance thatust surpasses those in the dreaded Bermuda Triangle...
Despite spending millions in a long and exhaustive search...
Nothing of interest came up after such a lengthy search...
Now a couple of years later, debris are being washed up...
Supposedly over there on the sands of distant Madagascar...
With ever waning interest and after numerous false alarms...
Could these debris being genuine materials from that ill fated jet liner...
Could they help pinpoint the exact location of the watery grave of MH370....
But here it comes, the latest clanger...
The Malaysian consul to handle the return of MH370 debris...
Found assassinated before the debris were handed over...
Could it be mere coincidence or could it be something bigger...
Unexplained deaths stalks the mystery of the missing Msian jetliner...
What devilry or mischief lies behind the mysterious disappearance of MH370....
Hohoho...
My eyes see
They hear too;
Words silently shouting
In the eyes of another.
Cords slowly choking
As a heart wawls in an echo reechoing
They hear
The voice in the noise
The cry in the laughter
The lies in the truth
My eyes hear too
My hand writes
It fights too,
Piercing through steel hearts
Setting free caged truth;
As my infuriated pen
Spills ink
Dead consciences,
Are left with wounded spirits.
It fights
The bad amongst the good
And the good gone bad
My hand fights too
My lungs breath
They long too;
Persistently gasping
For 'the big answers' to 'the big questions'
Incessantly thirsting
For truth undiluted
Ceaselessly panting
For more words to chew,
Digesting wisdom daily
They long
For the parcel of love boxed
And the piece of peace thrown
My lungs long too
My heart beats
It kicks too
Against scenes of the poor poured;
Like raindrops trampled upon,
By the feet of devilry
My heart breaks
Not at the sight of the might
But at the fight of a plight
It kicks,
The fear in the eyes that speak
And the tears in the eyes that hear too
My heart kicks too
I write to live
I live to write
These feelings and filling
The Full Moon Makes Faces Tonight
Gazing out my picture window on this darkest of night,
The full moon shone sky-high with the brightest of light.
I spied its eldritch contours and its dark areas whole,
As this lucent orb made faces at me from pole to pole.
Methinks these faces were for this special moment now,
A teasing fantasy-illusion for me to wonder why and how?
This full moon had two eyes stone-set from East to West,
Giving me a very comical-look whilst winking all the best!
This lunar illusion silently sang a sly aria full of devilry,
As it mesmerized my senses replete with all due revelry.
As I studied this comedic-faced orb far from our Earth,
I felt its true spiritual intent was one for a cosmic rebirth.
The full moon made its curious faces on this darkest night,
Whilst I smiled big as I basked and bathed in its lunar light!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
(June 14, 2017) (Couplet)
When the blood- red of moon acts as a backdrop,
In your arms I begin to feel this night’s potion
Beguiling hours as we sway to the beat;
Our flesh clings near, nearer with night’s alchemy…
So let us dance on a field where Jack lanterns dim
Where stars circle around the ebon night sky,
Awakening rabid thrills of a ghostly trance.
With my velvet frock, O tango me caress me
Till the pinch into love’s rite sparks a witching moan,
A cauldron of incantation heating in whirled bliss…
And while the city screeches from October’s devilry,
Just dance me right, we’ll play old raven’s quick flight
Before moon’s credo turns us into iced zombies,
A sorcerous twirl we must replay next Hallows Eve.
10.19.2016
Theme: Love
Galeo DS’ Contest : May I Dance With You
At his arrival the darkness of all sorts got jerked
Began withering away from the whole periphery
He started preaching "Oneness" to save mankind
From devils’ direct and extreme design of devilry.
He cried, "Oh! Guys, you are going to astray,
Be aware of the devils calling you behind
Waiting for you as hyenas commit and destroy
Just wild beasts forever and out and out unkind."
But most of them without paying a little heed
Gathered against him and the great mission
Only to damn themselves as they were blind
And became the strong companions of Satan.
Then, a boundary stands between gainer and loser
Gainers are blessed and losers are cursed forever.
Silent stillness
No movement no sound
Nothing but brightness
Refreshing my soul and mind
God is my Savior banishing all fear and devilry
That daily cup of salvation and solace
Numbing me so I'm in a state of grace
surviving the ceaseless activity
of bustling loudness in this world that's restless
Sleeping in the clouds of Your Infinity
No longer lost in this planet of cruelty
Your Light marks the beginning
of new adventures on that journey to purity
There'll never be any turmoil or dreading
Waking to yellow sun as each day I worship God
Utopian dreams of HALCYON days are blind to devilry.
Where OPULENT wealth with SONOROUS, grandiloquence,are feared by JEALOUSY.
PENUMBRA casts it's shadow dark, so prying eyes don't see the Light,
And DESULTRY whose changing ways, distracts observant eyes.
EXUBERANT spirits are deluding, masking minds from clarity.
CREPUSCULAR, earths twilight night, and eerie shades of dawn,
Where evil hides in virtues guise, as Faith then Hope and Charity.
Those VISCERAL feelings deep inside, are lampooned by pasquinades.
These sarcastic, CYNICAL tirades, arranged by evil to avert, the devil in disguise,
Who tempts with promises he will not keep, beware, be very wise.
1/ 30/ 2016.
The dark sky beckons the celestial mage
With age-old runes and devilry
When shadows begin to cover the moon
A cloud wafts by and laughs at me
09/29/15
Supermoon Eclipse-1st Place
Eve Roper
10/27/2015
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