Long Devilry Poems
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It takes many days walking the path God has given,
limping with arthritic stagger, aching unrelentlessly.
Any matter that this condition came on as I retire,
nearly psychosomatic! I must look old age in the face
and laugh. I will not surrender to the cause of death
of my youth but bravely I must ride the healing train.
When you make up your mind at sixty to get going,
the going’s not going to give up its struggle..its resist.
But God has not blessed me with a coldcock mind.
The enemy keeps coming with closed fist. Nevermind
the wretched sight of one whose wings were clipped,
kicked in the butt from the highest height, falling
into a forever nap of eternal unhappiness. My strength
comes from the Lord. I may be weak, but his ways
are truth and life. His sun and moon out of the hands
of insane man, wild beasts and devilry. The light
stays in place by royal decree. O! The Word is brilliant!
I stay the course, the narrow way, limping if I must,
never missing the step of trust. O the people and the
places where I must go, God goes first ahead of me
and surrounds me. If I fall or fail, there is meaning
to it all. I can cry if I want or bravely lift the chin.
My mind set upon the white-haired lady, one of us,
who took much time to go from the parking lot
into the restaurant. She was turtle slow with her walker
in the moonlight. She was worth the wait. “Ooh…”
she’d exclaim, “I feel the Holy Spirit,” Exuberance sublime.
No clown face with red lipstick and downward plunge
of wrinkles. Happiness rode on her wave of suffering.
I wonder if she has joined the Lord yet? He was with her
all of the time. She’d learned to live in the light. I’ve met
only a couple of glowing gals, candlesticks that are alive.
Like Moses, God gave that special touch of shekinah glory.
If I pray for that manifestation, I know I must carry my cross.
I pray to love God with all my heart, mind, strength, soul -
always follow Him, no matter the toll. Blessings abound in Him.
8/7/2021
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.....
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.....
Springing free from glistening
Fronds
The summers heat leaps for
Height;
Whilst drifting obscurely far
Above
A distant lark now hangs in
Flight.
Floats down his sweet trill,
Accompanied by joyous and
Uplifting revelry,
Over the black crows nasal
Calls;
Whose draped shadow,
contemplating devilry,
Flaps and furtively falls
Into ripening bean fields
Planted in neatly sowed rows:
Nourished in darkest till,
Enriched by pedantic verse of
Gaelic odes.
Do now these gentle Slopes
Pause to yield
Where secretive song,
Bursting forth, is much concealed
inside the plain of Aidhne;
For here the great rock of the
Burren,
Whereby so implored upon,
Revealed its grey stones...
To rebuild ancient and deserted
Thoor Ballylee.
Sweeping briskly past a tors
Grassy island busy in bloom,
Eagerly cramming under four
Crouched arches,
Skim the borrowed waters of
Thee immortal Cloone;
Dappling currents
Dawdling around squat stanchions -
Staunchly carrying the quiet bridge
Over the old concourse:
Momentarily loitering -
Wantonly begging to coyly swoon...
Now, joyfully sporting in gushing
Discourse,
Gleefully courting elusive and
Glimmering enchantments:
Mirrored reflections enticed to
Enter -
To be forever trapped within a
Burbling rivers sacred rhyme and
Tune.
Higher and higher the spiraling
Stairs of de Burgo
When through airy woodland
Glades
The towering shadow sought;
And higher and higher the spirit
Of an ageing poet...
His crowding thoughts
Roaming freely amidst these
Fabled legends of Gort.
Harken then to the feathered
Herald -
Tis Gods design that calls on
Ye!
For few men know of what he
Sings...
He sings of the forgotten paths
Forever lost within Innisfree.
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)
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
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
It was a difficult lesson but alcohol
Was what taught me how to fall
To scratch and claw to a perch so high
It's hard but I sigh I've gotta say goodbye
From here on I will walk this lonely road
But I can't linger on what the globe showed
When faces turn fake and mistake
You for weak so they reach for the stake
Integrity broken I'm real among fakes
And if we don't stop and slam on the breaks
We'll be a mystery lost to the pages of time
And that would be our greatest crime
Stealing time from our youth
We're not ready to face that truth
Because as eyes open and souls have awoken
We're shaken by a world so lonely and broken
Full of callous souls coming out of havens so craven
That perhaps there's nothing left to be savin'
But I'm not quite ready to give up that fight
To strive for a future that I know is right
And I put my hand on my heart
In the face of evil that pulls us apart
A wolf convincing sheep to fight each other
Sister against sister, brother against brother
This devilry is a result of a lack of chivalry
But at the end of the day it will never shrivel me
I'm strong enough to prove I belong
And you won't be able to say I'm wrong
But the media hypes gossip and slander
It's a real lack of candor
And it's not what I stand for
And I demand more
And I'll man picket signs
Even if I'm pickin' fines
But here are the signs
That the times are changing
And it's rebellion we're staging
We're the minute men
Destined to take out the senate when
It's nothing but a hall of corruption
And this is the eruption
The walls are breaking and crumbling
And the ancient fossils are stumbling
But this is an earthquake of your making
Because of the honesty you were faking
But it was a mistake you were making
And now that's a fact that you're facing
Because when sanity unites
It will always win the night
Auf Wiedersehn
Well here at last it's party time,in shorts and dirndl dress.
Excitedly we travelled to the fest, a night of pleasure lay ahead.
We knew from past experience, don't quaff, just savour beers.
Imbibing Munichs drinks too fast, could mar the atmosphere.
Laughter brings bonhomie, as old and new friends speak.
Let's raise our beer steins in a toast.for now the show begins.
People waving, singing loudly, while rocking to the beat.
And all around the milling crowds, now dancing in the streets.
Revelry with devilry, as young boys whistle, girls in short skirts coyly blushing.
Talking heads surround our table, animated arms translating.
Yesterday a bunch of strangers, today as friends sharing together.
Listen to the sound of lilting voices, melodies from different tongues.
Inviting us each night to join them, mixing beers and singing songs.
Kindred spirits everyone, together dancing on the benches.
Enjoying each and every moment, with an ice cold stein of beer.
Trying tasty tendeloin of pork, delicious with sweet mustard crust.
Ham wrapped-figs and hazelnuts, with drinks of cool spring bottled water.
Each time the band strikes up-Ein Prosit, all and sundry stands to toast.
Rebel rousing, crowds carousing, dancers dirndl skirts are swirling.
Entertaining energetic, party poopers paralytic.
Stomping feet and clapping hands, embarrassing each waitress serving beer.
No one even seems to care,they carry on with gay abandon.
Overacting then distracting, when outside and breathe fresh air.
Time to eat potato pancakes,refreshed by water keeping sober.
Once more, let's party, here we go, prancing to an oom-pah band.
Musicians wearing lederhosen, people stomping feet and slapping thighs.
Oktober Fest in frenzied celebration, cavorting couples holding hands.
Running wildly round each table, urging all to take the floor.
Rejuvenated, rock and rollers, overcoming mixed emotions.
Once more before auf wiedersehn, let's dance the night away, and
We will party like there's no tomorrow.
11 / 5 / 2016.
The diversity of beliefs have collectively demoralized
the sanctity of attaining wisdom and respectfully sharing
the exchange of knowledgeability by compartmentalizing creativity.
This makes us..............................
willingly grasp onto the idea of fighting and murdering to
expressively uphold what is fundamentally a moralizing of humanity.
Instead of communicating uncertainty to keep things simply
as beautiful as they were to start with.
When you do your own research and hold no preference,
think freely and critically, that's enough for the world.
The ones who want to work hard, provide, and allow others
to decide how to live their lives. The ones that do not judge and
are only inspired by the weaving of individuality that creates this
painting of adversity within a natural environment will succeed.
We are smart enough to know that these men in ties telling lies
making us believe the TV has the answers or you need to earn
and spend monies that are impractically fabricated and blind us
from working like slaves for their manipulated, corrupt economy
that concedes in an illusory connectedness called consumerism.
Or, social issues that brainwash you into thinking that their fear
mongering gives you a sense of identity. Without identifying
their symbols of devilry they saturate in every necessity they
presumably provide for you that came free from the earth.
If everyone would live like they knew they were going to die,
the one and only certainty in life, then the intangibles in life become
clear, it's sitting right upon your nose, the rose colored lens' are
cleansed and the colors, the beauty, the smells, the smiles,
the kindness and caring, the recognition of a resolution to suffering,
and our purpose to help ourselves is through helping others,
THAT is enough to make a change.