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Premium Member Conflagration

The heavens rupture in a scream of gold,
As Michael’s legions face the dark of old.
Once Lucifer, the brightest morning star,
Now leads the renegade brigade of war.
The Light-Bringer ignites a cosmic flame,
To strike the throne from which his glory came.

Then Satan strikes, the adversary grim,
With million-winged horrors following him.
Great cherubim with burning, spinning wheels
Crash into mountains as the galaxy reels.
The Prince of Darkness swings a blade of night,
To slice the feathers of the sons of light.

Beneath the thunder of the holy shield,
Destructive Abaddon divides the field.
Apollyon unleashes plagues of fire,
To turn the silver towers to a pyre.
While Gabriel’s silver trumpet sounds the charge,
Against the shadow growing fierce and large.

Old Beelzebub, the bitter Lord of Flies,
Pits swarm against the lightning of the skies.
And worthless Belial, with lawless spears,
Pierces the music of the celestial spheres.
The ancient Dragon thrashes in the cloud,
Wrapping the sun inside a bloody shroud.

The Prince of Lies morphs into holy forms,
To trick the angels mid-assault in storms.
But righteous blades of judgment cut him through,
Exposing the decay beneath the view.
The Tempter twists, but steel of truth prevails,
Against the heavy armor of his scales.

Cruel Mephistopheles seeks out the weak,
Where wounded seraphs can no longer speak.
Yet the supreme Evil One is forced to yield,
As holy lightning sweeps across the field.
Cast down, the rebel host begins to drown,
Leaving the scorched and broken heavenly crown.

Epilogue: The Aftermath
The smoking skies fall silent, cold and gray,
As ash and broken feathers drift away.
The scarred horizons heal with quiet grace,
But shadows now infect the cosmic space.
Deep in the dark, the fallen nurse their scars,
Plotting vengeance underneath the stars.
Form: Rhyme


Silence Becomes Violence

Written by H2O the silent poet 

Silence Becomes Violence

The society has become blind, deaf and dumb
Its emotions have become numb  
The knights are in deep slumber
Or are in the grave

The land seems to have no brave souls 
People are robbed in broad daylight
No one dares to fight for the right

People lie for self comfort , old despised
Humanity manhandled, not revived
People see, hear but not speak 
Were phones have more value than ones soul 
This is the generation of the meek

The youth is busy in making video
Seems they have their own studio
Share the video, stare the woman
We have become unethical human

Sitas are abducted
No girl is protected
People roam without fear
Is this modernity, my dear?
Humanity is caged
But no war is waged

Listen, if you have any guts in you
Be the brave lion, not like cat that just go 
Mew!!!
Because:
When crime spreads
Blood like water sheds
Women naked and raped
Humans chained and caged
Children fade and afraid
When lie is held high
The truth feels shy
Parents are thrown out
Criminals roam without doubt
When riots are solemn right
There is neither vision nor light at the end of the tunnel 

When youth is used
Only to be misused
When the country is in ruins
Satan and Mephistopheles are twins
When home is not safe
Even father commits rape

If you still keep the silence
This is called master violence
Silence in these times
Is the heinous crime sickening ?? 
Rise and eradicate the crime 
Reinstate the peace,in  humanity elevate

Copyright @2021
Form: Rhyme

A Walk down the Tunnel

“Darkness does embalm;
All things, getting calm,
Produce an eerie feeling;
Can it serve with a healing?”

“Aye, aye, sure, sure!
Such feelings do us lure,
To approach its end.”
“Can we reach, my friend?

The tunnel’s too long;
With the bats’ screeching song,
It does sound so strange.”
“We can’t fathom its range.

The tunnel’s so profound
With the sorrowing sound
Of a wailing woman at a distance;
Hush! You can’t at her glance.”

“Is she visible? Is she?”
“Take some time for her to see.
You’ll know everything;
Hence, you have to cling.”

“Such a sooty place!”
“Don’t disgrace, pal, don’t disgrace.”
“Where is she now?”
“You’ll know the knowhow.”

“I sneeze and cough, sneeze and cough.
Whoa! Was that not a female laugh?”
“Yes, it is! Yes, it is!
Here you’ll find eternal bliss.”

“Eternal bliss? What does it mean?
You were supposed to guide me clean.”
"Of course, I do. Oh! Sure!
Let’s see how much you can endure."

"Then why such things, my friend?"
“Don’t you expect to behold the end?”
“Wait! Stop! Who are you?”
“I’m likewise as you view.

Here is your healing, here!
My service to you is so sheer!
Here you’ll find divine bliss!
Ha! Now behold your Mephistopheles.”
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member One Day In Eden

Fatima was always dressed up fittingly as any occasion called for 

Today one might call her a performance artist but she was

A hippie and child of God always good for some drama though 

Was not taken seriously in the reviews in the Paradise Gazette

All she wanted was to be seen as playful serene and sophisticated 


First thing it were dates that started the show in the garden

And she had never performed in the nude let alone seduced

She played Hamlet and Noah Mephistopheles and Juliet

Let her hair down to climb down from Babylonian towers

Her repertoire was enormous and to her chagrin so was her bust


‘They always look at my bosom and never hear a word that I say

Fake voyeuristic news and when things go wrong I get the blame’

She was made for the stage in the Big Apple not dated palms’

Tried olives but they were too small and peaches far too symbolic

Bananas were phallic and there was no couch in the garden


‘Fatima at her best again a gorgeous woman with forbidden fruit

But she covers up and her sidekick Mohamed bears the cost

She must reveal more of her natural talent and not hide her loins’

Her mountain quivered in disgust of the lecherous media and

Pressed for fame she developed a different plot with a twist


‘Mohamed let’s be traditional and awaken the punters with apples

We could juggle and whenever we drop one we’ll take off some clothes

The last one with fancy knickers gets to skin the snake as a prize'

High into sensational air they went but could not catch the globes

It was not divine as such but they created the first nudist camp


Once all garments were ripped off the good Lord smiled as they pleased

History must not be falsified and the legend carried on for millennia

Evangelists spread the message and facebook has millions of hits

Finally the audience got a full un-redacted view of naked scripture

Fatima was a transgender man and the serpent had a pearl for an oyster 


01st Agust 2019

Premium Member The Parlor of Prometheus - Part Five -

" Mephistopheles became a river whose current flowed in the wrong direction,
he believed that suffering could be eradicated from life,
absurd as lead being wieghtless,
his deviance led him to challenge my hegemony in the meditterranian world
during the climax of ancient Rome.
He became obsessed with silly theories of evil,
money is evil, war is evil,
vengence, dishonesty, greed, everything instrumental
to gaining competitive success Mephistopheles was considering to be bad,
he had gone insane
and so I immolated him to the Cosmos
and in loving memory I established a Church, an Empire, from his life,
I made gold from grease."

I was completely stunned by these revelations,
I nearly forgot how to breathe,
I was like a child lost in a labyrinth of questions, doubts & beliefs,
every walkway becoming longer,
every moment
darker, everything true suspect,
I was panicing through amazement,
I mustered the strength to ask one more question
before He dismissed me,
do you think you're evil,
the Devil said,
" I am remorseless, unforgiving and unmistakable,
I can be the pulse of your dreams
and the strain in your heart,
I am a purity so clean
that I am toxic to the profane; I am flesh."

J.A.B.  Copyright 2013
Form: Ode


Premium Member Lost Causes Remastered

Santa Clauses were to be molten and reshaped into Holy Cross bunnies
		             on a mega 3D printer but then the app somehow went wrong

Chocolate trickled and trifled and mixed with fake season’s greetings
	                           King Kong and Godzilla leaped off the assembly line with

Witches on lolly pop brooms and then the whole show went viral
                             Mephistopheles aliens with marshmallow ears danced merrily

Suddenly truffle snakes in seductive icing sugar bikinis tested tempted
                        cotton sugar candy apples as big as paradise vowed and allowed

They all swirled swished and tumbled to cacophonous tunes that had 
                               to be labelled as retro and neo-modern-classical rap-sorties

At the exit of malfunctioning malls the Easter display went a tad pear-shaped
	   as soon as the rabbits slipped out of their hats and mounted the chickens

The mistress and master of ceremonial clangour had at problem at hand
	                     and some egg on their faces thus they squirted and squinted
They pondered and squandered with no solution untouched for the task
                       how to make more profits and be politically correct just the same

‘Megalomania’ and ‘Mega-High-Money’ the respective CEO’s of ‘Turn water into 
                          wine’ and the start-up ‘Chocolate Merry Go Round for the Soul’ 
Could not fail in this venture as not to have their heathen bonuses 
                                                                  dissolved into cocoa mousse splash

After meetings and brain storms pilot studies and polls they decided to craft
           a whole new religion (the Independent Unseasonal Reformed Epiphanists) 

Fortunately the United Philistines of Consumption were too busy to notice that 
            the newly created faithful were simply rehashing an old dogma of money

What a shame that those lovely chocolate coins have gone out of fashion and
     That Buddhists would not want their spiritual model to melt under the fig tree


09th April 2018 Written for the contest Easter 2018

Premium Member Discord and Disarray

Hostilities
  hate
   & hysteria
          world full
               of 
           platitudinous
        pandemonium
    perceive
acute
    sufferance
          forbearance
               of all 
                  existing
                     behind
                  conflagration
               & commotion
            cupidity 
     & callosity
searing
     sweltering
             to
                heal
                   hearts
                      by 
                         drawing
                       love 
                  & empathy
                 betwixt
            beelzebub
& mephistopheles
painting
    pugnacity
         instead
              of
              horridness
                 poltroonery
              sculpture
           Isthmus
        shielded
      by
    reverence
    &
lionization
     to
        embrace
            shades
               of
                rainbow
                     &
                         relish
                             silence

How
   sensuous
        Is 
          a tree
             without 
                wind
                   blowing
                       through 
                           its
                             branches 
                                 where
                                    hidden 
                                          sun
                                    wants
                                 to shine?
                              & how
                           sensuous 
                        mountain
                    clinging
                  falling
               echoes 
              or
           homeland
         in search 
         of
       its 
     home?
how
   sensuous 
       depends 
              on
         gratification 
        of 
    what’s
desired.

Written: May 05, 2023

A Brian Strand Premiere No 1214 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand

NOTE::THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' (intuitive cadence)& so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
© Sotto Poet  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Other

Premium Member The Parlor of Prometheus - Part Four -

" She was born in 219 A.D.,
I met her in 235 when she was 16 years old.
I was working hard with her father as a mercenary
from a Belgium territory, trying to persuade a chieftan named Horaic
to attack the Roman garrison west of the river.
Tamitha had the energy of a robin & the curiosity of a pirate,
she loved hearing accounts of mesoamerican cultures;
I gave her a jade owl from the Andes
which she held onto like her heart depended on it.
One day a couple of bandits scared her off from the woods,
she fell from her horse,
broke a few ribs which puntured her lung
and she died nine days later in agony;
there is a balance to the Cosmos that I cannot interfere with.
1300 years later I found a girl that resembled Tamitha,
brought her to an artist named Michaelangelo
and arranged for him a Vatican Commission
if he would draw for me that picture
based on my recollection and this girl from Constantinople."

I asked, are you capable of having children,
Lucifer answered with a pensive dignity, " Yes,
actually I possess the libido of a rattle snake
but I dare not concieve,
any biological offspring of mine
may successfully challenge my supremacy."
So that Biblical story of you and Eve
is simply a myth like the lost city of El Dorado,
He replied, " Since you have broached the subject
I'll reveal something that is very precious information for me,
Jesus, whose original name was Mephistopheles,
was my first and only biological Son.
Mephistopheles was born so long ago
that the stars you see today
in the canopy of heaven were but afterthoughts to him
when his regicide was affected.
We coexisted for millenia,
sometimes happily, sometime scornfully,
our goals were more regional then,
not so much global, he lacked access to primordial wisdom
and consequently developed philosophy & strategy
diametric to fundamental nature."

J.A.B.
Form: Ode

Premium Member Addiction

I'm Mephistopheles, you, my Faust
I'm to your mind what a fluorescent bulb is...
To a fly. I take perverse pleasure
In trapping you in my undertow

I'm a tireless tease that will break your will
I live in your mind, rent-free. I'm tough to evict
I'm your friend with bad intentions
Always up to mean mischief

I show no mercy to my victims, and I have...
No remorse. I couldn't care less whether 
You're a person of virtue or vice
I couldn't care less about your age...

Your race; your religious or political affiliation
Once I've seized plenary control of you 
My sole aim is to destroy you, and take your soul
I'm that enticing demon that tempts you...

Minute by minute, hour by hour, day by day
Refusing to let you sleep or take a vacation
Wean me off at your peril
My name is addiction


Date written and posted: 05/30/2019

Premium Member Checking In

Welcome to the Inferno,
Your room is almost ready.
I'm the hotel manager,
My name is Mister Eddy.

You're in the hotel lobby,
This is the bellboy Jerry.
If you sign the register,
Your luggage he will carry.

You might wonder why you're here,
I know it seems informal.
I'm sure you have some questions,
Believe me this is normal.

I'm here to give you answers,
But before much more is said.
I'll say that it's my duty,
To inform you that you're dead.

I can see it on your face,
It may come as quite a shock.
Your wife did the final deed,
Bashed your head in with a rock.

But while you're here don't worry,
There's everything that's needed.
The rooms are always clean,
The swimming pool is heated.

The maids are very friendly,
And as pretty as you please.
Then tonight you'll meet your host,
Mister Mephistopheles.

Though he can be short tempered,
You'll find he's oh so clever.
But the one thing that's for sure,
Your stay will last forever.
Form: Rhyme

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