I saw him stagger then fall to the ground
his roars of laughter in sensurround
he sprung up quick
good old Nick
then smiling, walked away without a sound.
When neutron stars collide they
unleash immense energy plasma
jets, creating conditions extreme
enough to produce heavy elements
like gold, A single collision can
generate gold equivalent to several
Earth masses, outshining entire
galaxies in the process;
An armageddon of brilliance
may well one day fill the heavens
the blinding age of enlightenment
in the end as neutron stars collide ~ I fear a great healing old nick
hell shalt get a golden sarcophagus ~ several thousand miles thick
said god to satan arc welding his eyes ~ with plasma rich alchemic
Praisin' Kringle,
jolly old Nick--
for last year's
Christmas
found smashed gifts.
Cause pop-pop
suspects,
dad's stuck again--
inside our
sooty chimney.
Mocking the dead,
the vampire on the hill, high
above the cityscape. Why
does his cloak wrap around?
It moves with a hissing sound,
blackened on the outside,
blue on the molten graveside.
Sharpening incisors on the crag,
but
the villagers with their worn rags
tight fisted with their goodly lights -
those lanterns, infused with salt
of garlic, compelled forward in the dead
of night. Mockers and murderers, fed
by rage, want to dispel the wine and bread.
Hell,
the strangulation of fire, lava rolling
down the hill. Mocking, laughter -
the shivering of the old church rafters.
The reborn, new creation, settled
on roof-blowing praise. Nettled,
old Nick, the vampire king unsettled.
Mocking the dead,
making his own bed, jutting at jugulars,
darkening the atmosphere, drawing
congregants, unholy. But, someone holy
has his heels on the vampire’s head.
He’s been banished…dead heads’ rolling.
The glorious light of the lamb, consoling.
The truth can’t be seen through blinders.
Eyes and ears covered with hatred.
The tongue’s ready-lash sidewinders,
twisting and spinning what’s sacred.
The truth, the fact, reality
masked - the masses bobble their heads.
The illusion of blasphemy
here, when the scripture’s left unread.
No need for truth, when it’s made up.
“What is truth,” plank’s in Pilate’s eye.
Pilate knows - the charges trumped-up.
Wolfish masses prefer a lie.
How often the accusation,
front page news, folks - everyone’s riled.
The leak, having no foundation,
reneged where no one looks - exiled.
But still the crowd cheers old nick.
The stage decked out in crimson fire.
A civil war waged with a Bic.
No matter the damage - it’s dire!
The law, “Love others as yourself,”
truculent in divisive ways -
‘stead hate and pride speech off-the-shelf.
Lollygagging verses… no one prays…
Spend time in the prayer closet.
It’s worth every cent! Spare time!
Hear God - work up the composite.
Don’t listen to the world. PEACE TIME!
9/3/2022
I made a bargain at the crossroads
With that conman we all know.
He might think he’s sealed the deal,
But he’ll never get to spirit me below.
For when he comes to claim his prize
At the fading of the final light,
He’ll find a book of poems
Where my soul used to be,
And I’d made no deal
To sell the copyright.
THIS SPACE RESERVED FOR
OLD NICK
He’s driven forty miles of tough love,
Tempted Dead Man’s curve,
Met old Nick at the crossroads,
Felt the black tar burn.
He took two wrongs, made a right,
Circled left on the radio dial,
Ran the table by the wayside
And got lucky for a while.
He bought a peanut shell and jellyfish sandwich
From a deli called In Cod We Trust,
And a yummy gumshoe cobbler
With a crispy asphalt crust.
He poured rock candy flaming brandy
On a French vanilla traffic cone,
Passed the exit ramp for The Next Big Thing
And had lunch at the rest stop alone.
He’s loaded bucket after bucket full of castle sand
And climbed that desolate hill
To only dump them out of his attention span
And have even more buckets to fill.
Talons perched over eyes ~ bedevilment
Red rose to cheek
Poor devil’s
blindfold
Dumb
lips
Searing
rivulet
Old Nick’s migraine
Rusting of love’s chariest memories
11/3/2020
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*chariest - dear, treasured
**Old Nick - the devil
Howmanysyllables used
10, 4, 3, 2, 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, 10
The Halloween party needed a scare
Someone said the ouija board for a dare
But bad spirits came knocking
Their foul language was shocking
And caused many to soil their underwear...
The putrid air now turned rancid and thick
And to smash it you'd have needed a brick
Then they all started leaving
As they left they were heaving
And on the rooftop laughing was Old Nick...
Written 9th October 2020.
Breathe deeply kiddies and get some virus
Cyrus the Virus is here to kill you
Novichok flavour just for you
VX nerve gas special come get some
You'll feel fine better than the Black Death
Roll up and and get some bugs
Only the best for you lazy Millennials
Made in Russia mothertruckers
Neo Soviet influence touching you
Reaching out for you wherever you are
Even on the Moon or Planet ing Mars
Not even Santa and Old Nick are safe
Novichok gonna get you virus kaput time
OPENED IN ERROR.
A man had bad news about his mother
Had loads to drink one after another
But later on that night
Was seen happy and bright
Said that letter was meant for my brother.
ANGUS.
An old sailor by the name of Angus
Fell in love and married an octopus
They had a son James
Who won gold at games
Found having six arms in sport was a plus.
OLD NICK.
The horned devil had set himself one goal
To collect from those who had a dark soul
He was on to a winner
Saw mankind a great sinner
Said hells fires will need a lot more coal.
OLD WOMAN.
There was an old woman from Nantucket
Had no teeth so her food she would suck it
But one day she choked
On meat that was smoked
And sadly that's how she kicked the bucket.
NELLY.
There once was a young girl called Big Nelly
When she walked by she shook like a jelly
Was told to lose weight
Before its too late
So doctor's have now stapled her belly.
I wonder if God had a Facebook account
what sort of things that he might post,
some selfies, maybe of him and his son,
and his other old friend, Holy Ghost.
His favourite music he'd put there to share
such as Handel's 'Messiah' or 'Te Deum',
While he lolls about sat in his favourite throne
and gets all of his Angels to play 'em.
His followers, there would be millions of them
but all the same none of them he would miss,
though it is safe to say he's unfriended Old Nick
and crossed him off his Christmas card list.
His family videos would be thin on the ground,
for the first billion years at least,
till his son came along and fed crowds thousands strong
now, that guy, he sure puts on a feast.
His life was cut short and they all must have thought
that was it, but he proved them all wrong,
three days dead with the baddies but was rescued by daddy
which was cool, 'coz he knew all along.
And being all knowing, his I.T skills showing,
Facebook he would easily master,
but Millennia pass, he stares at the hourglass
and wishes that his Broadband was faster.
Sin
Release your thoughts, await the applause;
Of course I release you from all your chores.
What’s mine is yours and what’s yours is yours;
I need nothing from you, but I shall take all that which is yours.
Place your bookmark at the end of the chapter;
We both know what comes after,
You turn out the light.
But we shall hold our tongue,
Because of all those things that you have done.
We shall forgive you your sins,
If you sing this hymn
And beg for forgiveness,
From the one they call Him.
Don’t play dice with the Devil,
It’s snake eyes every time.
Don’t ever owe him,
After he takes your nickel and dime.
Old Nick will not miss a trick if you relax around him,
So jinx him and leave him to wallow in his beloved sin.
I banish you curse to an ungodly land,
Where man walks alone, because he is accused and condemned.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
whispering of winds
sibilant, susurrations
inspiring insights
braggart's boring boasts
haughty, howlingly hollow
a wisp and a whiff
tintinnabulum
continuously caressed
potent priapic
wet and wheezy whine
old nick now is not so nice
whispering wraiths wait
GOUT
Look out!
Old Nick Rich lurks about in punishing mood
He’s gout
His evil acids plunge, swirl around
He’ll diabolize thy favorite dish
Send it sweetly, heartily down
Then twirl his fork at your pitiful cries –
Those sudden, repeated jabs
Intense red pain, complete surprise
At long, long last gout may subside
But watch your diet
He’s still inside
Oh never think you’ve got it made
Nick never sleeps, knows all you eat
This Mephistophelean shade
Dave Austin
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