The diabolical discriminations
life made me witness,
threw me in the depths of being a
disgusted stranger,
all supposed earthly beauties floats by
I could care less,
same goes for the ineffective utterances of
bush, mountain and manger.
(16.03.2025)
groom wore the traditional scottish kilt
harmonious wedding day
both families were excited
no one understood motives of the groom
the bride was thrilled with her man
he moved her far away
he successfully isolated her
she was tired and confused
he became her savior
ten life insurance policies later…
he camouflaged her murder
thinking he would collect
the authorities figured out his plan
convicted him for murder
he collected nothing
Cy’s plans are diabolical said the angel Mu
Sneed her devil side was horrified too
What can we do? They asked. What can we do?
She was determined, sly witch Cyber Lou.
The devil said I usually go along with a plan
But Cy's ideas are totally out of hand.
They go way too far, it simply is not right.
We won’t go along without a fight.
Mu was shocked. They never agreed.
But this time he was in sync with Sneed.
They both whispered into her ears at night.
But she embellished her plan, made it tight.
Not listening is her favorite trait I guess.
I don’t know how to change it, I confess.
Mu and Sneed teamed up again to try.
She rode away on her broom, that Witch nicknamed Cy.
Diabolical thinking elf kept his thoughts in his heart
He did not give advice, for he did not dare try to start
Crazed with marvelous fabulific ideas, he kept them all to himself.
A woman who did not want to hear his ideas was his wife, one bossy elf.
The road is muddy, full of holes
a challenge when, a child, one strolls,
it would appear.
But set the toddler on that road;
might precious peace still more erode?
It could, I fear.
For like a magnet, they are drawn,
far faster than a fired neuron,
to an assault
on filthy water, rocks and dirt:
the piper calling for dessert.
Who can find fault?
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The Diabolo has two stanzas, 8a:8a:4b:8c:8c:4b 8d:8d:4e:8f:8f:4e.
In addition, the 4-syllable lines rhyme at syllables 2 and 4.
Fiddle Dee Dee Scarlet says when asked to nap with the other girls
I want to party she argues, dancing with her feet, her hair in curls
She sneaks down to where the men are and takes Ashley off
Expressing her love which is rebuffed, she hears a man’s cough.
It is that renegade, Rhett Butler, who is a scoundrel and a scamp.
You are no gentleman sir she says, and flounces off in a stamp.
Rhett is immediately smitten, and decides to woo this little pretty.
The Yankees are coming, Civil War is taking a toll on Atlanta’s city.
Belle from the brothel gives money to Melanie for the troops.
Melanie is Ashley's wife; she, takes it with appreciation, no hoops.
Scarlet marries sister’s beau, Mr. Kennedy when she sees he is rich.
Scarlet is truly a conniving, self-centered, diabolical b……
Gone with the Wind has humor and laughter and heartache galore.
I would ask that you read it yourself before I spoil it by telling you more
Tea party cats were having the time of their life number five.
They had a bunch of milk spilled, and they felt very alive!
Mrs. McGoogle had left instructions for them to be kept happy.
When she died, they were entrusted to her nephew, Mr. McFrappy.
McFrappy had no children, so they became the love of his life.
Did their best to chase off women; never wanted him to take a wife.
They could entertain him as well as any human female after all.
Enthusiastic and fun, fur, tails, and their personalities were tall.
When a woman came over, they would make sure to jump on the cart.
To eat all the scones and biscuits and rip the tablecloth apart.
Wanted to scare them off, afraid of what a Mrs. McFrappy might do.
They did not care that McFrappy was lonely, depressed, sad or blue.
McFrappy spent his days watching the cats have a party every day.
Never realizing they were what was keeping his love life at bay.
But one day a woman who loved cats came over and liked them a lot.
She cheered him up too and married the Scot
Written 5-28-2021
Contest: Open Poetry 5 Poetry Contest
Sponsor Charlotte Puddifoot
Diabolical
The fancy pride coming from envy is diabolical,
teasing with power to proof what is essential.
Democratic values diminishing by pretense,
ethical principles and its hollow essence.
When genius becomes diabolical by greed,
and the system is the mother of that seed.
Evil ridicules all faith and delivers only fears,
controlling all slaves to its pears.
Algorithms for phony addictions,
the machine and the sorcerers affection.
The circus of political manipulated innocence,
turns out to be a diabolical cunning consequence.
Unholy grimaces for the pleasure of false,
Mephisto’s presidency enriching his pals.
Diabolical liberties to seal all souls forever,
capital worshipper by adoration clever.
Finding location in the doubting eyes,
and through gossiping faces it flies.
Fast magic hands that hide the tricks,
endless boredom and the need for a fix.
True note: I was married and pregnant, supposed to go to Alaska with my husband. The Senior Chief looks at me and actually says: Did you ever think of having an abortion?
Another loved one was in danger of a similar happening.
Thus I take the subject very seriously, as a mother bear protects her young from villains.
How diabolical to think human life is but a plastic doll.
— YOU CANNOT HIDE by Panagiota Romios
How diabolical to think human life is but a plastic doll.*
It’s a magic trick, the saw across the horse.
Arms hanging out of holes, the head too —
they’re spent. Hashtag to all the humans we hate.
Shall we toss the pieces into the garbage salad
or wrap them up to go — oh how awe-fully
the chef describes the seasonings of life.
Oh the madness! The insanity! The genius
hides behind the curtain — it’s curtains,
over pried open knees meant for love and delivery.
Instead…
a cutout of a paper doll, a shadow of evil
as the puppeteers break out in applause
and the screams are hidden unto judgment day.
4/14/2020
Permission given by Panagiota to use her poetry line.
Diabolical in determination and deed,
Angel with an angle,
his weapon, a bevel-blade tongue
wise and powerful, but
with a major psychosis-
he desired the worship of his Creator.
Diablo, evil embodied, the devil
Delusion? Illusion? I can be like God
His resolution: raised leverage
one-third of the angels rushed to his side
fiendish fragment of his imagination
He faltered, he failed; he fell.
Derelict cast from heaven
His die is cast; He will in due time receive
his just due, a sinkhole, the pit of hell
Death will die but he will not.
June 9, 2019
Kai Michael Neumann's contest: Eight Word Challenge Poetry Contest
A DIABOLICAL CRISIS
Rhino, rhino, rhino,
Encroach, encroach, encroach,
Approach, approach, approach,
Poach, poach, poach!
Lion, lion, lion,
Die, die, die,
Why, why, why,
Cry, cry, cry!
Elephants, elephants, elephants
Fear, fear, fear,
Near, near, near,
Tear, tear, tear!
These 3 animals are killed for financial gain,
Let all the world hear so sanity will reign!
The diabolical face of humankind
might as well be that of the shark-looking grook
with a very large mouth and an extraterrestrial look;
he reads the thick magic spell books of wizards
trying to learn every imaginable trick and go wild...
turning helpless humans into lizards!
Written on 2/ 15/ 2016
Insane
All of us
The two of us
The ménage of us
The rain drops fall inside our heads
Just the two of us
Crazy deluded creatures
crawling in the attics of darkness
Breathing, gasping, hold on, hold tight
The air becomes a precious bond
Little one dances in the wind
Precious dreams in white padded rooms
Adam and Eve and serpent roam
The halls of the diabolical
Wondering where I have been?
I am all of you
Mirrors on the wall
Can you not all see?
We are all me and you
Insane inside mindless heads
Random mutterings
Broken bottles
Gods stolen promises
Contracts broken in the night
Insane we are
All of us
From Adam to Dawn
Holding hands for better days
Dying to be uninsane
Wishing raindrops go up not down
ATEN shall again shower us
With sunny days
Dedicated to someone here who told me once, “I am just…………. Well I say you are just a brilliant poet”
A moment
to catch a breath and sigh;
A moment
to pause and shout a cheer;
A moment
to just smile and cry;
A moment
to welcome the healing tear;
Yet, it remains a moment
that’s not without lingering fear.
While the symbolism of racist bigotry
may have disappeared;
So many of its ghostly practices
still remain adhered.
So, don’t forget that flag’s history;
but remember its legendary praxis.
Curiosity
Characteristically
Diabolical
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