Long Devilment Poems
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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.
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
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.
I have her face, so I've been told, and traces of her eyes of blue
The glimpse of gold within her soul, I can only pray to hold
As eyes go,...she had two pair, the ones in front, the pair in back
Both pair could spy a lie, intact. And pacts we made with devilment
Her ears could hear a baby's cry, before the baby made a sound
Her ears could hear a squabble brew, before the fight had taken ground
Her ears could hear a friend in need, a heart in pain, the sound of rain,
before a cloud would dare appear
She heard the whimper in the night, of silent weeping, swallowed tears,
or discomfort from a fevered brow.... She heard it all, without a doubt
She could hear our schemes.....the good.......the bad.......the in-between
It came endowed, so naturally, a passage rite of motherhood
I marveled at this miracle, with awe and envy in my mind...
Not knowing then, what I know now. It was born in me, as well, somehow...
This something so designed by God, that I too, hear the silent things...
The cookie jar, in muted mode, ...The million codes, of teenage love
And through the years my ears are tuned, to hear the varied undertones
One night it was,..., my daughter, grown, would call me on the telephone
One word, it was, that's all it was .........
her voice was odd...the silence long
"Mom" is all she said to me
....I knew, .... I knew, I know the sound,
when something's terribly wrong.
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5/4/15
For Contest Sponsored By Craig Cornish:"A Mother's Ears"
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
Through the chilled night air, I wander.
Melancholy thoughts, I still ponder.
Tinged with foreboding feelings, I fear.
A nightmare while awake, a fog is near.
Devilment surrounds me, in a crazed state.
Tortured howls from creatures once sedate.
What misguided message does this send?
Are we just waiting for the world to end?
Perhaps its time to pay for our sins.
Where a world of fire and brimstone begins?
Will the meaning make us all be prepared?
To what end will the innocent child be spared?
To the higher power that everyone speaks,
Finding light and wisdom that each sinner seeks.
Still the curdling howls enter the unknown.
Terror begets as the last seed is sewn.
Those of faith have renewed doubt,
Will the good book show them the way out?
The young mock, the old laugh, the wise cry.
Is it time for the truth so they wont all die?
Standing on the precipice, so close to the edge.
Knowing that deep valley, merely forms a wedge.
When there is no more life for me to call my own,
Nothing grows now, though every seed is sown.
Gather them together to witness, as I expire.
They will have no answers to all that I enquire.
The truth comes from me. They know it well,
Will they join me? I hear them cry as we enter hell.
Dont follow me, no need for you to die.
I offer the truth, there is no reason to lie,
Turn, walk away, allow this hour as your lives begin.
Dont cry for me on your own doubtful way in.
As I walked in the shadows of the valley not mistaken,
My very last breath has now been taken.
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
A church clock struck midnight, from far far away,
Overhead, the pale moon was veiled, by dark clouds of grey.
Two young boys were watching, from their own makeshift den,
Aiming to prove to friends they weren't mice, but men.
As gravestones scraped noisily, upon sharp gravel paths,
The small boys gulped loudly, and subdued nervous laughs.
But when a corpse clambered out, of a wide open grave,
The two boys took fright, not feeling so brave.
With their eyes now wide open, and holding their breath,
They clung to each other, and were worried to death.
As the corpse turned around, and staggered their way,
They closed both of their eyes, and started to pray.
Soon as a ghoul crawled out, from behind the headstone,
They felt a little queasy, and started to groan.
Suddenly, two cold hands touched them, pinching their ears
They both screamed out loudly, then burst into tears.
But it was just their eldest brother a prankster called Rick,
Who,for a bit of devilment, played an old schoolboy trick.
They had been watching tv., camped on the hearth rug.
By the cosy fireside, in their own little snug.
That night in their beds, what tapped the window pane,
Was it the leaking gutter, now filling with rain.
Or whose are those shadows, that stealthily creep.
So underneath the bedsheets, they tried their hardest to sleep
8/ 14/ 2017. POET'S SHADOW GREG BARDON.
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.
Now I'm not about to play DEVIL'S advocate I hasten to say,
But chances are you'll hear a DEVILISH expression most every day
The term "The Angel You Say" would better soothe my sensitive ear,
But even with utmost care, my ears can't screen everything they hear!
In attending the church socials, the utmost pleasure I find,
But I stand in fear and trembling with the good Lord in mind,
When I sneak a hunk of delectable DEVIL'S food cake,
Or eat too many DEVILLED eggs 'til my stomach doth ache!
As a youth I was a DEVILKIN as I traveled along the way.
My DEVIL-may-care DEVILMENT was exhibited most every day.
A caning with a DEVILWOOD twig ususally kept me humble,'
But occasionally into the DEVIL'S devious ways I would stumble!
In my youth fiery-eyed preachers scared the DEVIL out of me,
Ranting about eternal damnation vis-a-vis heavenly jubilee.
"The DEVIL made me do it" is really very suspect,
And is probably no excuse to qualify for Saint Peter's elect!
"Idle hands are the DEVIL'S workshop" so I have heard.
I suppose if we heeded that old saw, trouble could be deterred.
And if we curbed our dare-DEVIL race down life's treacherous road,
We'd have a smoother ride to that eternal and Heavenly Abode!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Placed No. 6 in Constance's "Bedevil" Contest - October 2010