Without the Light, darkness descends
blinding the minds and hearts of men
foolish words and twisted thoughts
truth and error are tangled and tossed.
Prince of darkness spews his lies
“do what is right in your own eyes”
down the wicked path of deceit
away from God, His truth to seek.
Sacred sanctity of new life
becomes a nuisance, source of strife
abort the child, call it their right
an ugly evil, horrible sight.
Fresh flowers are the children’s hearts
immoral lies are poisoned darts
to change their sex, not be as they are
is against God’s plan, always “on par”.
Bitter the apple, once tender and sweet
endless our strife, til the Savior we meet
which path to tread, be it narrow or wide
the one to life, or condemned to die?
So, as the Crazy Train hits the last stop
down that long Randy Rhode,
let's gather in the dining car,
put a fork in the War Pig,
and feast on bat heads.
RIP Prince of Darkness.
I see demons
I see ghosts
Staring at me from the bedposts
Gargoyles of grotesquery
Statues of misanthropy
The Prince of darkness has come for me
There's evil in this room
I can smell the sulfur in his perfume
A fiendish foray into Axe body spray
Wedded with used ashtray
Trade name The Devil's Bouquet
Why me why me ?
why today?
Because poets die tragically?
Remember Shelley drowned at sea
Where's your humanity?
In the voice of a late night disc jockey
A silky deadpan delivery
"I lost it the day the world began.
You may have heard not my game plan.
God made Adam and Eve
I made beggars and thieves.
See Milton Book Ten
Are you not well read?
The blood immediately drained from my head.
Beg pardon what was that you said?
I'll have you know I'm quite literate
I have a ing doctorate!
The King of Rock n Roll
Met the King of kings
The Queen of Soul
Met the King of kings
The Prince of Pop
Met the King of kings
Tuff Gong
Met the King of kings
Road Test Ronnie
Met the King of kings
The Big Man
Met the King of kings
The Sky Dog
Met the King of king
The Mozart of Rock Guitar
Met the King of kings
The Hardest Working Man in Showbusiness
Met the King of kings
The Lizard King
Met the King of kings
Bonzo and the Ox
Met the King of kings
The Man in Black
Met the Kings of kings
Moon the Loon
Met the King of kings
The Professor
Met the King of kings
The Purple One
Met the King of kings
The Genuis
Met the King of kings
The Caruso of Rock
Met the King of kings
The Queen of Rock n Roll
Met the King of kings
The Gambler
Met the King of kings
The First lady of Country
Met the King of kings
The Prince of Darkness
Met the King of kings
One day I hope to meet
The King of kings
In shadowed halls, where moonlight spills,
A prince of darkness, with heart that chills.
His eyes, like onyx, hold secrets deep,
His touch, a whisper, where dreams do sleep.
A crown of thorns upon his brow,
A velvet cloak, where shadows bow.
His laughter echoes, a haunting chime,
A melody of lost, forgotten time.
He walks the halls, a spectral grace,
A pale, ethereal, haunting face.
His whispers tempt, with promises untold,
Of love and darkness, stories bold.
He yearns for beauty, for warmth, for light,
But cursed by shadows, forever night.
A gothic prince, with a soul aflame,
Forever searching, a love to claim.
He lingers on, in the fading light,
A phantom prince, in eternal night.
His heart, a fortress, guarded well,
A gothic prince, where darkness dwells.
I don’t need a passport, visa, or any identification,
When I am going to heaven.
No suitcase, or even toothpaste.
Everything will stay behind,
Because where I’m going I need nothing.
When the trumpet blows,
And we hear His call,
Up, up we will go.
In the air, we will meet Him there.
Open arms He will welcome us.
Don’t stress if you are left behind,
And look but cannot find us,
We will come back.
When the angels and saints and their King,
Come marching in, you feel the tremble.
When we hit the ground.
Maybe you will be our friend,
Or stand on the opposite end.
At the battleground of Armageddon.
With one snap of His fingers,
The war will be won.
Bye, bye to the prince of darkness,
Down, down, he and his minions go,
With all my Saviour’s foes
He will cast them into hell,
And take up His rightful throne, in Jerusalem.
Jerusalem, Jerusalem our new home.
Where all the saints and their King,
Will live in peace and harmony.
One nation we will be.
A new earth we will receive.
A new world order.
The devil he has reached for me and tried to take my soul
He plied me with contentment yet his hearts as black as coal
Yes he tempted me with riches he bespoke an easy path
However I was wary for I sensed the spell he cast
He had taken some before me those who slipped into the breach
Those who gave into his prattle and lived within his reach
No doubt I could have joined him so weakly in the night
But I looked beyond his darkness and I saw a brightened light
The light it called me strongly still the devil fast his reach
He would not give up easily he clung on like a leech
Yet I knew within my heart that beyond that brightened light
Lay what life had meant for me a flame I must ignite
So I stood up to the devil and I spat him in the eye
The prince of darkness loses tis not with him I'll die
For somewhere in my lifetime an angel I'll beseech
To let me lie within her arms and slip the devil's reach
Your eyes need your first - class care,
Which has to include some yeast
And they shan't Midday Sun dare;
As Sun eyes The West, facing The East,
Lest one turn Prince of Darkness,
Too early feeling one's way
While reading ' Moving Slackness
Coverage of page all day!
In eyes kids pack playful sands:
Madness that turns them crimson;
Lots of filth from wild hands,
They are, each, blinded Samson
Eyes for lasting protection
Dusts saving like a loved Chief
Foreign bodies' detection
For dabbing with handkerchief
Or "Here I come cataract
And one stops to interact
Or real Frightful Glaucoma,
Eyes drifting into coma.
His lips are the west gates of night
His lips are the east gates of light
Bursting night and light, we say thus:
“Lord, Father, have mercy on us”
His height is the five depths we view
His height is the ten skies of blue
Deep chasm and sky’s tower, thus:
“Lord, Father, have mercy on us”
He sits on wheels of fate that binds
He sits on the wheels of blessed winds
Wheels of stars, wheels moved by wind, thus:
“Lord, Father, have mercy on us”
Has a burning scroll blistering
Has a burning scroll flickering
Destroying flames, cleansing flames, thus:
“Lord, Father, have mercy on us”
His hand holds a wolf with no love
His hand has an eagle and dove
Earth bound demons, sky angels, thus:
“Lord, Father, have mercy on us”
His eyes are the black stars of might
His eyes are the sun in its light
Dead stars and twin suns that shine, thus:
“Lord, Father, have mercy on us”
Comets shaking, planets falling
The earth shaking, the skies crawling
When Jesus the Splendour comes, thus:
“Lord, Father, have mercy on us”
We must stay away from the night
The bondage of the prince of might
Lord guide us to you; we say thus:
“Lord, Father, have mercy on us”
A long time ago,
Your time was set.
For you to depart.
Why fear death?
When you blow your,
Last breath.
So that everlasting life,
Can begin.
To live in eternity.
Don’t let the prince of darkness’,
Puppets spread, fear and hate
This world belongs to them.
Until He is coming,
With His mighty sword and army.
They will certainly feel His wrath.
And pray for a sudden death.
He who stands in the shadows,
Is a coward.
Let them do his dirty work.
Because he does not want to be cast out,
Alone, he wants some souls.
To join him in eternal hell.
Stand firm, in your faith.
Our Savior is on His way.
To come fetch us.
Have a happy life,
Of everlasting love.
The moon veiled in a web darkness;
bejeweled in radiance starkness,
to delve into the dark only the prince of darkness.
I was alone in the silence weaves,
while childish, I walk through dried leaves.
With every breath my chest heaves.
I tried to hurry though the abandon churchyard
cemetery on my way home. It was so hard,
it was a shortcut to get home, I uttered no word.
Decaying stone steles overgrown with soft green
moss, pushed up by tree roots, lean
like shadow soldiers clawing their way to the surface unseen.
Through the shadows, a gleaming old ivory,
shaken, tinkling, but the notes were spidery
strangled and eerie stripped of flesh and finery.
Blue lights dance above each stele, while ghosts
on the grounds in lavender reckon among their host.
Now so lowly lie, as they do not weep, but boast.
Through the open door and illuminated hall I run in;
no sound upon the wooden floor as I spin.
A grin from my mother; I am greeted by all the kin.
11/1/2021
''S'' Contest, New Poems Poetry Contest 5. scary
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Oh my God, Oh my Lord
Accept me and my prayer,
Give me all Your blessings
and protect me from the Tempter!
Satan is my real enemy
and You always love me
It's Your kindness my Lord,
kindness to me forever!
Oh God, save me from the Devil
and don't sear my soul in hell,
I believe in You and always will
Don't sear me, please don't sear!
The prince of darkness
makes me always hopeless
But God never leave me alone
He is the only one
Who makes me happy answer.
I'm so sinful, forgive me please!
You're so kind, Forgive my sins!
God, You are merciful and patient,
Mercy on me in the day of judgement
and help me to make myself more clear!
When you are in real trouble,
and don't know what to do.
Ask Jesus Christ to deliver you.
Trusting him to see you through.
Just call upon the holy name of
God's only begotten Son. Call
out angels 911.
Jesus Christ will rapidly dispatch
them to help deliver your
from the snares and temptations
of the devil. He has defeated
his adversary and yours,
Satan. The prince of darkness.
We do not worship them,
or bow down before them.
They are your fellow servants.
They are your ministering servants.
They are our waiters. We are
under their protection.
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
April 23, 2020
Delilah's sword hunts, with deadly blows bellows,
they conceal their intentions, and mask destruction with a kiss.
hides in ambuscades, to obstruct men of destiny
Oh Samson, why sacrifice a mission for a bawd ?
Delilah's oath is a lie, she tells ten thousand such.
Thy grief is her end, and thy destiny is her Prize
she is on assignment from the Prince of darkness.
Oh! Samson, do but see the end of her music.
Delilah's smiles are a bait, there are venom in those cheeks
a dastardly pit lies ahead, she is from the enemy's camp.
It is but the Carnival of thousand demons fused in a legion
Oh Samson! why toy with a gigantic dream, for a moment with a stranger?
Delilah's Den is a camp, the daggers are whizzing through the air
Your price is paid, the bargain is sealed to make you an enemy of the cross
Ah priceless soul, can't you see? They seek to turn you from The Way
Oh! Samson, be the Joseph and speed away with you feet.
Delilah's Trophy is thy eyes, plunged out from their sockets
Let Proverb 2;19 state it better, the loss is grievous
If mercy abandon thee to this fall
Oh Samson! thou shall surely grind at the Mill
when it's a full moon
life is far from dull
in fact it's full
of bits and bites
especially when married
to the prince of darkness
...the elusive
count
dra cu la
care for a bite ?!
(make sure you check out the photo)
AP: Honorable Mention 2022, Honorable Mention 2020
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