The devil is afraid
I told him to show his face
He's steadily hiding in dark
Plotting evil
Taking me unaware, he's a coward
If he can't get to me
He comes through
Those are close to me
I use discernment
So I don't hurt those that are prey to him.
His words are so soothing
But his heart
Is filled with hatred and deceit
Whenever he offers things
Which I know he doesn't give for free
Every gift has hidden intention
Steadily plotting to ruin or destroy
Those that are aware and confident.
If you could read my mind
it would be more difficult for me to escape
I have the craftiest plan
but it will not work if you do read my mind
I am a ghost here, you have taken all of my blood
Bloodless, friendless and alone, I ponder my fate
Do I have enough energy left to make a break for it?
What if you catch me, will I be dead?
If you could read my mind, you would know I am miserable
Something I fear to tell you, for you are a mean pouter
I plot my path, wanting to undertake a new journey
It does not include you, but I wisely keep this hidden
Because I fear your wrath, your temper and your meanness
Because I am terrified of what you might do to me.
Where is my dog? He disappeared a long time ago.
If he is dead, where is his body? I plot my escape.
The tittering and chittering was going on in a whispery way
Faeries meeting once a year, showing off in the sheerest sweet way
They were conniving to make the forest the best it had ever been
Best of all, each darling tree faerie had brought her own identical twin.
we each live by
our own version
being but a play
of desire and aversion
we who so seek
a bubble in time
soul in bondage
yearns to upward climb
The diabolical Geckos were plotting
While our fall leaves were rotting
Yes there was some spotting
On those leaves that were rotting
But this is the crazy most maniacal ridiculous thing
Those Geckos were plotting to overthrow the king
I knew what turmoil this might to our kingdom bring
So I turned traitor and told their plot to the king
first things first, let’s understand where we stand
thirst for God connect, requires a yearning
worst is head and heart walk not hand in hand
burst of narrow thoughts leave soul in mourning
lament not oh hermit, go in, within
luminescent heart awaits our return
current of bliss magnetic, feel therein
decadent ego cravings doomed to burn
28-June-2021
heart
is where
desires are born
and also where they die
upon our reaching exhaustion
whereupon we shift into deep silence
receptive to the bliss current
filling
us
21-June-2021
Ring my Bell Poetry Contest
Sponsor: John Anderson
Syllable counts: 1, 2, 4, 6, 8, 10, 8, 2, 1,
They’re Plotting Against Him
By Elton Camp
Robert sees his colleagues conferring
Thus, it’s to him that they are referring
It fills him with the greatest alarm
For he’s being singled out for harm
He knows it is much more than a hunch
As he’s seen them poisoning his lunch
But it comes to him as no real surprise
He’s aware of government’s prying eyes
And the CIA has a great deal to gain
They beam messages into his brain
Voices Robert hears inside his head
Make him wish that he were dead
Of England he was supposed to be king
From this, such vile jealousy does spring
He’s convinced that these things are true
No matter what others may say or do
That he needs help, Robert doesn’t recognize
For all these matters are accurate in his eyes
Suicide may be the very best way
That’s what one voice does say
Robert’s a danger to self and others too
If you knew of it, what would you do?
If it’s no action you decide to take
It could be a life-threatening mistake
tho nights have gotten lonely
and hardly far from cold
the evil that you've shown me
makes your whole plans now unfold
in darkest hours plotting
how as best to make me pay
while we both continue rotting
and the love just fades away
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