Long Mephistopheles Poems

“Éagmais croí a dhíscaoileadh ar gach eagla.
Faoi dhíon taobh istigh de na blianta seo.
Fanacht i bhfianaise, a dhíscaoileadh ar gach eagla.
Ós rud é go ndearnadh tú a chaitheamh.
Briseadh an tost seo”



"An Bee Cailleach"


She lives to...

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"The Faces of Man"



The faces of Man
transformative 
held in the hand 
of Mephistopheles 

blood sells white and red
pontificating with two fingers

consuming greed for 
want of everything
they meld into the
curves of their crooked bends

he’s come to...

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MY VOODOO BRIDE
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS



Married only three hours still in jubilation
My beautiful bride natures finest creation
A seaplane trip to an island just east of Haiti
I had in my life a model of unmatched beauty
She was...

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THE NOCTURNAL DELIGHT OF MEPHISTOPHELES - PART TWO (CONTINUED):

The stage was now set . . . from nowhere, Mephisto handed me a missive in 
Medieval Latin to read. He said, “Young poet, the hour is...

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One dark, dreary night while working on a poem of hellish, hideous and 
Horrible fright, I became at once quite so fatigued and could barely keep 
My eyelids open anymore, and then suddenly darkness came...

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Lisa, a freshman in our residential hall sister-suite, and I have become fast friends over the last couple of weeks. Before we began hanging out I penned a piece about her that she thought was...

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America is immune to all appeals, a metal colossus that does not know the echo of the heart,
A nation ensnared in chains of concrete and glass, above the fields of forgotten dreams,
A cacophony of shadows...

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There was a king once reigning
Who carried a great, big flea—
And far from him complaining,
The flea filled the king with glee!
For to him that flea was dearer
Than even his only son,
And to make his preference...

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Hostilities
  hate
   & hysteria
          world full
               of 
 ...

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Faustus was a very curious man
Obsessed with burning desire  
To feel see and to understand
The secrets of God’s universe
He was not afraid to make a deal
With the power that can make him feel
Standing on...

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Ever since the times of enlightenment obfuscating harmonious balance
Romantic love has taken a back seat in the absurd theatre of minds

My light my mind my empathy bonds and my unconditional passion
have been shrouded in darkness...

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

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 We Danced  written by Poet John Heck

I penned a couplet for you today.
Rather, a quill manipulated
my hand and scrawled mendacity.
The misanthrope's who read the ode
applauded with flippers on.

Such insight. Such depth.

Mussolini meets Monet...

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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...

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Early the hour, before the sunrise.
Groggy from the rigors of moral stress.
I found myself quite numb with sullen eyes.
After a night, fighting my demoness.

She had me bound to a bottle of drink.
Which I could not...

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" 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...

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Recumbent, crippled: a conscious corpse 
Life calling for me to follow 
Mentality, it warps 
Why does my skull feel hollow? 
As I wait for the shadows to fall down, to swallow

Emotions exhaust; they yawn, they...

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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...

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You picked a path when met with fork
And trod it bare so oft you walked
Into a tunnel so wretched and corrupted 
You slipped away, Jeffrey interrupted

Wednesday’s child is full of woe
But my May child has...

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I penned a couplet for you today.
Rather, a quill manipulated
my hand and scrawled mendacity.
The misanthrope's who read the ode
applauded with flippers on.

Such insight. Such depth.

Mussolini meets Monet and
the Mephistopheles Mambo mounts.
Call me a scribe and...

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"Heeling Mephistopheles" 

murdering crows
flies in on the bow 
of a Stradivarius 

strange webs cleared
from the mind of 
Machiavellian insolence 

insisting life written 
by dancing fingers
pressing monochrome

due diligence for justice
wrapped in blankets of 
cloudy deliverance

tack a...

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" 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...

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“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...

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In the mornings I lie awake listening as the city comes to life,
I stay hidden under the shelter of my covers paying the price.
Mephistopheles lurks beneath; and he’s reaching up to grab me,
keeping me scared...

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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...

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