Make the strings hot
When Eddie Van Halen is scalin’
Make the strings hot
When Randy Rhoads fingers explode
Make the strings hot
When Angus Young’s Gibson SG strums
Make the strings hot
With Pete Townsend’s windmill trend
Make the strings hot
When Jimmi Hendrix uses his mouth picks
Make the strings hot
When Jimi Page uses a bow on stage
Make the strings hot
When Jeff Beck serenades the neck
Make the strings hot
When David Gilmore comfortably plays chords
Make the strings hot
When Chuck Berry walks aviary
Make the strings hot
When Bo Diddly plays it fiddly
Make the strings hot
When you hear Frampton and Clapton
Make the strings hot
When you hear Brian May play
Make the strings hot
In a rockin' classical theme of Yngwie Malmsteen
Make the strings hot
Where Howlin' Wolf
Said Robert Johnson sold his soul
Make the strings hot
When Eugene Martone and Steve Vai collide*
(And Johnny beat the tempter sly)*
(Of all the Israelite kings)
One, a cunning player of strings*
Delectable daze
aligned aesthetic
shimmered swoon
of
bespoke ripples
svelte meander
induced isthmus
vapour vaulting
veracity stoic
conscious cognizant
bard assimilating
aureate archways
seismic
rendered relish
goading effervescent
literary lullaby
interwoven
opportune foramen
tinctured chasm
or otherworld
fractured frisson
bejewelled
template tempter
sonic madrigal
enticing
creative lunge
toward tiered
vanilla visuals
for
ethereal lyric
deft minstrel
of
fermented finesse.
lithe moulder
authorised pen
swimming
enigmatic estuaries
whilst
dance retinue
sunshine swathes
pivotal pirouette
spawning
erudite enjambment
satin weave
gossamer lens
whose
amaranthine fixed
focus eschews
bland doggerel
instead
chatoyant cynosure
replenished quill
lacquers
indigo imbued
bunting’s warble
inducing
hypnotic portrait
surreal verse
delirious
weave web
unravelled
dream denouement
of
epic entablatures
As I look around in this world today,
many of Gods children has been led astray.
The heart aches, the trials and tribulations to,
in this world all the things that we go through.
How the tempter has used, abused, and deceived,
taking into captivity those who once believed.
It starts the day that we are born, ends when we die,
each day we live, we learn, we hurt, we laugh and cry.
Daily do we do this, are we to blind see,
all the tears that Jesus still cry’s for you and me.
We should be standing in His victory, this does He say,
being led by His Spirit, for only He knows the way.
Instead we give up and let the darkness in,
not seeing or understanding thats where our troubles first begin.
(A seductive voice, smiles as it looks over New York. While the sun rises)
So my old record plays
As the early morning mists slowly
Drift in
And herald the new dawn of those beguiled by sin
The politicians
Government's
People
Lovers and haters
Oh, how the air is rich
With such irreducible tension
As they all wander around with delicious apprehension
Gossipping
Feeling self important and all the while never knowing
They've been all bewitched
(C) Copyright John Duffy
Foundation.
With global wars, politics and tensions worldwide, on many levels.
Has the power of influence shifted slightly to the other side, in the spiritual game of freewill
Between two immortal powers?
Can you feel the world slowly getting darker?
As a lotus raises its head to receive the sun rays
I wait expectantly for my Lord's whisper in my ears.
In the forms of Satan or tempter, evil has its ways.
Amidst my fears, it enters my spheres and wishes me cheers.
Whispers between blossoms and flies are secret and sacred.
Agape of give and take are amalgamated in them.
What else can the ways of the devil be except hatred?
They deceive as the fading colours of petals and stem.
I'll give you the world and wonders, he says, as though they're his.
Can I take these with me when I pass through the cave of my grave?
Each moment of my existence has been a baffling quiz
His whispers would enslave me while the divine grace would save.
A tree might listen to the voices of both storm and breeze.
Though they bear the sounds of storms, does any tree feel at ease?
Whose Words?
By Mark Stucky
Hissing whispers in the garden
twisted the warning words of God.
A shadowy tempter in the wilderness
shouted enticements to the Word made flesh.
Twisted words whisper and shout today,
from screens, podiums, and even pulpits,
spouting conspiracies and misinformation,
pushing discord, division, and condemnation,
promising power, fame, and friendship,
flaunting false pleasures and successes,
but leaving hearers hurt and angry,
or lonely, anxious, and depressed.
Listening instead to words of Jesus
centers us on truth, love, peace, joy,
and working together
for the good of us all.
So many voices clamoring for our attention,
a noisy din of distortions and contradictions,
a continuous cacophony of words.
Some resulting in harm, some in healing.
Whose words will we heed?
Whose path will we choose?
(First published in Agape Review, 19 April 2023. See also my poems “Tweeting the Truth in Love” and “What Would Jesus Tweet?”)
(Photo by Skitterphoto on Pexels.com.)
hail Andramelech
ominous overseer ~
hefty cover charge
seductive sinning
alluring Asmodeus ~
raunchy romantic
black Beelzebub
infamous instigator ~
a fly incarnate
unholy Vetis
devious rhymer of speech ~
master manipulator
treacherous tempter
seditious sadist Satan ~
seducer of souls
wicked Abbadon
the angel of the abyss ~
annihilator
malevolent motives
sanguinary sacrifice ~
Moloch demands youth
vile vitriolic
conglomerate essences ~
demonic Legion
mythic Cerberus
guardian of the River ~
no soul survivor
demagoguery
tiptoeing on burnt brimstone ~
pandemonium
I’m a bohemian girl
I wear my hair in curls,
I wear maxi skirts
And denim shirts.
I wear long earrings
And black stockings.
I like folk songs,
And pierced tongues.
I like Wittgenstein,
And Melanie Klein.
I had psychotherapy,
But it was given to me free.
As I am so interesting,
And so infinitely trusting.
My unconscious mind
Is an analyst’s find.
I have such wise dreams,
On intellectual themes.
I see all my lives
From new perspectives.
I was an Egyptian Queen,
Feeling extremely mean.
I loved Mark Anthony
His touch was a symphony
Written by Schubert,odd,
Because Cleopatra was long gone
When Schubert composed his songs
And his symphonies too.
So time has got all curled up,
Like a snake in a drinking cup.
Now I have woken again,
I want that dream all over again.
I want a Roman Emperor
To be a sexual tempter.
I shan’t mind at all,
If I hear him call.
I’ll be excitedly glad
When my hormones go mad.
I’m a Bohemian girl,
I’ll make any man’s hair curl
Oh, tempter, displaying your unripe ruby fruit,
Easy pickings for the lazy, raffish masses
While staying your ripe royal lushness out of reach
Behind thorn barriers to tear the hides of men
Greedy to press their lips against your swollen skin,
Then gentle bite, receive your bitter-sweet reward.
Led by the Spirit in the wilderness,
Resisting Satan’s barbs for forty days,
His hunger first, the devil’s sought success,
“The Son of God could make these stones obey.”
Said Jesus, “Man lives not by bread alone.”
The tempter flashed the world before his gaze;
“Just bow to me to make all this your own.”
Said Jesus, “God alone, we serve and praise.”
The pinnacle was Lucifer’s last round,
“Just jump; the angels will prevent your fall.
You will not strike your foot upon the ground.”
Said Jesus, “Do not test the LORD of all!”
And when the devil saw He was immune,
He left until a time more opportune.
(from Luke 4:1-13)
Money
The most preferred content of a bulging envelope
For those with a project to develop!
A solicitation by the poor,
With sometimes bent knees on a floor.
Tempter of twenty – first century thieves
Hoping to receive the accolades of Chiefs;
Motivator of wildfire ambitions!
Rooms widening for intuitions!
A guarantor of treasured privileges,
Has had people plucked from stagnant villages;
Money is a capital concern to all bursars,
As much, the singular obsession of grabbing misers
To whom making it is pretty hard,
Once with little, turns its fierce guard!
Not itself an edible
But makes each one saleable.
The reward to tune-singing piper,
His beads of perspiration, best wiper;
The trusted charmer of a woman
To nearly all her man says “Amen”
If you wander in search of ambrosia, and find
a seductive tempter of the most evil kind,
entrapping you to control your mind and soul,
you’re then possessed, playing a passive role.
Time comes when it’s you, you begin to hate,
but helplessly resign to your convoluted fate.
Its control is too strong, you find hard to escape,
you reckon life taking a fluidized undefined shape.
You’ve gone down the dark hollowness of hell,
trust yourself, you can overcome this dismal spell.
Master mental strength, as misery falls, don’t bear it,
abandon the evil craving, let it not break your spirit.
December 28, 2020
Contest : Addiction
Sponsor : Rod Levasseur
Flirt not with the tempter;* draw nigh to Christ, faith’s anchor.
*James 1:14 But every man is tempted, when he is drawn away of his own lust, and enticed.
August 25, 2020
1st place, "Flirt With Me" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Bobby May; judged on 8/26/2020.
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!
The Lord is not slow in keeping his promise, as some
understand slowness. Instead he is patient with you,
not wanting anyone to perish,
but everyone to come to repentance.
— 2 Peter 3:9 NIV
THE WARRIOR
His muscular articulating wings.
Michael’s halo in vertiginous spin —
The power of humble obedience.
Michael, the archangel, the warrior
Angel - second to the King of kings.
Not superior — blest — with pow’r and might.
He commands God’s army against Satan.
He fights the serpent who calls away men.
He hurled Eden’s tempter, the beast to earth.
Led by the Lord of all — the archangel.
His strongbox voice and trumpet choice —loud sound.
Beware sinners! The heavens call on earth.
3/10/2020
"At that time Michael, the great prince
who protects your people, will arise.
There will be a time of distress
such as has not happened from the beginning of nations
until then. But at that time your people--everyone whose name
is found written in the book--will be delivered. — Daniel 12:1 NIV
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