Speak of the devil incarnate
to give the devil his due
not to play devil's advocate
tho' devil-may-care
the devil is in the details
and while we're there
to state so now would be opportune
he who sups devil's food cake
or devilled eggs with the devil
should have a very long spoon
but if we don't the devil you say
better the silver-tongued devil you know
or there'll be the devil to pay
and we may go to the devil and be
between the devil and the deep blue sea
but it's the devil in me
as for the devil I have no sympathy
Categories:
silver tongued, character, fun, humor, silly,
Form: Rhyme
Who knows not where a wasp does wear his sting? In his tail.
In his tongue.
Whose tongue?
Yours, if you talk of tails: and so farewell.
What, with my tongue in your tail?
Nay, come again, Good Kate;
I am a gentleman.
—William Shakespeare, The Taming of the Shrew
(exchange between Petruchio and Katherine)
Love looks like blue skies, nay.
Today is the tango of sister twisters.
Innuendos don’t behave. They slave
over the mountains and valleys.
Twines of a forked tongue, devilishly
misbehaving, drunken in delight.
Good Kate, is she kind, his kind of date?
Will she satisfy his intellect, his loins?
Is he a gentleman, this Shakespeare?
Is his lady worthy of remarkable taste?
Petruchio, with his yellow jacket,
prepared to sting, with lover’s words.
Katherine’s falling into the Venus fly trap
as she plays along, bidding farewell.
Petruchio draws her back in
wagging his tail and tongue.
These heavy boots filled by Taylor and Burton
acting in real time and on the silver-tongued screen.
If the ballroom could produce such a tango as this,
Shakespeare himself would rise and erupt in applause.
Categories:
silver tongued, celebrity, dance, lust,
Form: Free verse
after the painting by Vincent Van Gogh
Does she even exist? Doubting her own reality,
seeing herself vanishing in undulating undergrowth,
fading and merging into summer-scorched scenery.
But cold lurks there beneath shafts of sunlight, phallic trees...
He wears the night underneath, a fabric of dark and unease,
his hand heavy upon her arm, silver-tongued charm
smooth as the silver-limbed leafless trees,
disappearing now on a twisting breeze...
Sinuous stems suffocate, writhing and thrashing;
convulsions of shuddering green and yellow.
Enticed ever deeper into flailing flowers,
evanescing into foam of frothing flora...
Did she ever truly exist? It's doubtful.
The flower-frail faceless and nameless
will always be lured and laid, invisible,
dissolving, under bare, phallic trees.
Categories:
silver tongued, abuse, dark,
Form: Ekphrasis
A laugh is a soul's explosion of insanity.
Knowledge of acknowledgement in vanity.
A crazed affinity with deja vu timing.
Taboo of thought in neon silver lining.
An out of body experience welcomed within.
Micro possession in a miming obsession,
with dilated dial in audible font style
and expression.
A laugh is a pseudo lust in pseudo love.
Headlining, silver tongued language of
squealed wink, grunting blink, snickering choke of drink.
from above.
A syncing of honed thinking in volume linking
the brink on.
Wave of notes confused bang of gong,
in mode-icon.
Surge of mental drowning,
with smile singing mused
connection system of its own downing.
Categories:
silver tongued, art,
Form: Rhyme
In your heart, love has always been an elusive, fleeting feeling;
and yet, its absence has left a gaping wound in need of healing;
a flame that continues to burn.
Lust is a concept that you are intimately acquainted with,
pursued by every silver-tongued Romeo and clever wordsmith;
touting love, speaking out of turn.
You fantasize about falling in love and what it must feel like;
some say it's magic, while others compare it to a lightning strike;
love's given, not something you earn.
From an early age, you've understood pain, hate, fear, and rejection,
but you were never exposed to genuine love or affection;
and that gave you cause for concern.
It feels like destiny chose your heart; that time has broken and worn,
to never quite know how it feels to love or be loved; cursed when born
to weep the tears that never learn.
Categories:
silver tongued, anxiety, emotions, feelings, heartbroken,
Form: Tail-rhyme
Our life is as evanescent as the
trumpet flower of the morning glory.
The merest chapter in the history
of mankind’s ever compelling story.
Various serendipitous ramblings
ultimately contingent ‘on quarry;
retold to captive audience in tones
melodious as silver-tongued lory.
Redolent of an evening-scented stock,
with a crown of wispy hair as hoary,
we insist to recount all endeavours
in its minute shocking details: gory.
An experience that's unsavoury –
remnants that cross river Styx in dory.
Poetic form: XAXA Sonnet. See my article, Introducing Three New Sonnet Forms, here on PS for more details. Also, a 'Summary of Metres' is depicted.
Categories:
silver tongued, death, extended metaphor, life,
Form: Sonnet
I could find my child, who's a butterfly lover,
Often bunking school granting many a reason;
Knowing her mad love, over the air to hover,
I allowed her to continue with no treason...
Having decided to find the reason from her
When, finally, persuaded her to open up;
Observing sage-like silence and eyes with no blur,
She blushed as though there's a tempest in her teacup...
Pleasing, easing, teasing, tiring, tempting, mocking,
Persuading, convincing, coercing, smooth-talking;
Silver-tongued sweet words on her slowly showering,
Ultimately, she spoke up as though rock-shocking...
Does schooling teach one to fly like a butterfly?
Does butterfly, in a school, ever long-time lie?
05 July 2021
Contemporary Sonnet Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Charlotte Puddifoot
Categories:
silver tongued, butterfly, life, school,
Form: Sonnet
Lo, a cyclopean ready to devour;
Lo, a silver-tongued serpent hissing while crossing;
Lo, a mysterious land full of creatures;
Lo, a lupine howling so frightening;
Lo a phoenix from oblivion has risen again;
Nemesis a punisher of evildoers has come;
Lo, I wake up and its a dream.
Categories:
silver tongued, horror, mystery, myth,
Form: Free verse
today the past is now present
jarring brass voices carry weight
high-pitched illustrations
shutter light from daybreak dawn
future tenses refuse reflection
engineering a blinding bluff
seeking slogans fruitful echoes
crisp loud voices snap rebuff
the past passed to relegation
discreetly forecasts novelty
waiting for fresh perspective
voices laced with parody
language marred messaging
puzzling pundits pontificate
message mongers stifle voices
waiting for the phoenix to rise
mis’ry merchants manufacture
crafted paper pledges
baiting dunces to suicide
bards, poets and manic court jesters
silver-tongued foxes oft’ report
incestuous machinations
chilling wind numbs the dying
lying flaccid vocally bound
blinded targets hear no warnings
the deaf fall with no reprieve
parents dance to order
children chant a mantra’s song
in droplets
oceans swell
Categories:
silver tongued, introspection,
Form: Free verse
brass wears a thin veneer
warped reflections fractured mirror
façade is a snapshot, a picture that lies
candied veneer for childlike eyes
tricked are the feuding fussing folk
conned by canned silver-tongued smoke
she spoke of two with metaphor
consequence and heretofore
laced by pouring a bawdy brew
sweetened with a blinding cue
mesmerized
she hypnotized
dancing emerald eyes
trapped me in her wily guise
we drank a tepid tea for two
concocted by a crafty shrew
sweaty salty we both withdrew
bidding a sweet adieu
swirling clouds blind to blur
tantrums twist failing cure
plans are the unopened wish
goals reek of rotting fish
Categories:
silver tongued, love hurts,
Form: Rhyme
Never get caught in his sight
If u are, u're in for a fight
Don't mistake him for a fool
Listen up! I'm about 2 take u 2 school
Run as fast as u can!
Better watch out he's a bad man!
Heed my warnings
If not, u will see no more mornings
Pushing up daisies
He doesn't come off as crazy
Keep an eye on both of his hands
Or u might find out why he's a bad man
He's kept the evil at bay for a long time
But now, vengence is on his mind
A day late and a dollar short
U better come up with a plan of some sort
Silent and deadly
His hands r always steady
U r going to find out firsthand
Why I keep telling u he's a bad bad man
Eyes in the back of ur head
Red dot on ur forehead
Hide under the covers in ur bed
U will never see his style and swag
Think fast or u'll end up in a body bag
On ur own 2 feet u will have to stand
Square up cuz he's a bad man
Silver tongued devil
He functions on a deadly level
Always gets his target by any means
U might catch him rockin jeans
He might be wearing black slacks
Let just cut to the facts jack!
Run as far as u can!
Goddamn, he's a bad man!
Categories:
silver tongued, conflict, dark, death, fear,
Form: Ode
Just trying to get past yesterday before dismay leads me astray ,
Im struggling to get away from all these twisted games you play,
Its manipulation by interrogation it’s your medication for my segregation,
The explanation of your dedication is a demonstration of your reputation,
It’s mental torture,
Pure abuse that slowly tightens like a noose,
Its a pain that hides beneath the nights of tortured lies and vicious fights,
You have the power to articulate which allows you to intimidate,
But you manipulate to illustrate that I’m the one that’s ill of fate.
It’s survival in a hated state,
Using me as tempted bait,
You have to know it’s time to go,
Before it ends up being too late.
Categories:
silver tongued, abuse,
Form: Free verse
The Political class
The problem with politicians is we need
someone to represent us and they do for a reward
the power and prestige.
Delegates speak fluently give promises they have
no intention of keeping and a prone to corruption
and will always do the bidding of the haves.
In the corridors of power, they strike deals which
are hidden for us and when called out they lies
and we are often too willing to believe them.
Of course, we have democracy and elect someone else
who say what we like to hear, but they the new brooms
somehow blend in with the rest of their class
and many run their own businesses that, they say, is
because they work hard, I call it skulduggery.
President Macron of France is a good example, silver-tongued
and charming he pretends to want a just society
when the truth is he only represents big business
and doesn`t bother to talk to the lower classes except
for platitudes and when we discover the truth, it is too late
a politician who has no ideology is only in for this
for control and when they fail feel no shame just
go back making money elsewhere.
Categories:
silver tongued, autumn, business, irony,
Form: Blank verse
Don't Fall In Love.
It will seem sincere,
Honest and true.
But in the end
You'll be broken too.
Stay away from them,
The silver-tongued snakes
Because love isn't worth it,
Don't put your heart at stake.
Face of an Angel,
Heart of a demon,
Don't fall in love
Or you'll regret what you're feeling.
Save yourself the trouble,
Heartache and pain.
They'll put up a front of sunshine,
Though they're nothing but rain.
Don't fall for their words,
False promises, and lies.
They'll ignore all your problems
And ignore all your cries.
So whatever you do,
Remember your value.
Don't put up with anything less,
Because your life will continue.
I warned you before
And I'll warn you again
Don't fall in love
Or you'll wish you were dead.
Categories:
silver tongued, break up, heartbreak, hurt,
Form: Free verse
My heart is racing 'neath passionate sheet,
tender embracing, O my sweet!
My lips seek to kiss the heat of your flesh,
i crave ever so much, so come! let us mesh.
Enjoined we do fly unto raptured ceiling,
inspecting the why of our lustful feeling.
Soft probing fingers on alive naked sensation,
tingles and lingers 'till blissful elation.
Yes, yes, in lovers hot mold, and panting amorous,
we top the threshold that pants just before us.
O, the beauties' so grand we pause for awhile,
to view soul in hand each others contented smile.
So fly on! Fly on high my silver tongued dove,
'till gently you sigh in the arms of my love.
Yes in satiation we lay in lingering passionate caress,
'till together we sigh, Yes, Yes, and more...Yes!
Categories:
silver tongued, sensual,
Form: Light Verse
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