Some people are Satan worshipers
As luck would have it they are few
They love cheating beside evils and devils
Active in showing coloring of a chameleon
Not nowadays but since their early beginning
What do you expect Satan worshipers do?
Obscenely they come and go, say and sing
Rancorous men and women most of the time
Sake not humanity welfare sake not facts and truth
Humbug day and night deceive others and themselves
Identical to Satan and its misgiving its obsession
People hate Satan, evils and devils all over the world
Except those ugly Satan worshipers
Really Satan is their leader and their god
Satan lovers!
About this simple poem, please note that there is nothing personal, nothing related to old friends and readers at all.
If you walk up to her right now
And before all eyes quickly bow,
She will you her night's bed allow;
Throughout the night address your slough,
Her lands release for you to plough,
Your rivals warm against a row,
Everything hand you but a dhow,
Because finding one knows not How...
If you walk up to her right now
And before all men act a cow
You're getting a sleek Hausa Cow.
Not in the next hour: "Right now".
It is no debate for sages:
Deserve worshipers their wages.
Swashing waves and swimming fish who don’t cry
The sun shining her rays on the ocean
A massive fish stared to the ocean’s sky
Seeing the sun’s distorted reflection
The fish proudly made a proclamation
“Behold, the sun, the everlasting light
Bow down to him whose great rays give you sight”
So every fish and crustacean bowed down
Not knowing that it’s just a phantom so bright
Sending the doubtful to the deep to drown
Swashing waves and swimming fish ripening
The smallest fish, filled up with zealous faith
Leaped straight out the vast water like lightning
Shattering through the blue sky with no scathe
Seeing the pure sun in splendour, no wraith
In fleeting despair and soon coming bliss
Due to the sight of the true and lone disk
He told his tale on an abyssal plain
To his close friends in secret with much risk
Hoping to see her splendour once again
Do not use me to feel good about yourself.
For I wasn't the one who made you feel low.
Do not use my son to feel good about yourself.
From having your malpractice freaks to do malpractice on me and my son.
That only make you become lower than dirt.
For yourself esteem is that low of course.
So you cheat, to make yourself feel like you're somebody.
You only prove me right that you are nothing but Satan image.
For everything you do that's what he was doing growing up by his side.
You went from being a worthy cause of human race.
Now every time I look at you I see nothing but disgrace they have turned you to.
You are now part of Satan clan soon I can tell you going to be his next worshiper he was a nothing and always will be.
Do not use me to feel good about yourself.
For it only shows that you are truly a nothing.
Who can't even feel good about yourself on your own.
Not even your future can save you for it's as low as you.
Worshippers at the Mountains of Madness
Worshipers at the Mountains of Madness
zealots seeking kinship of distant god
await the searing wind of cold duress
tattered clothe - torn robe - beggars now unshod
clutch thinning air in folded hands of doubt
beseeching of the peaks the madness there
blind seekers panning gold - veins long run out
follow deep crevasse of lingering fear.
Yet, lost amid frigid glistening peak
resides a hidden truth as yet unthawed
that they must coax the frozen voice to speak
and listen to its truth however flawed.
Cold peaks, those bell-less towers, should incite
rebellion in the eyes awakened sight.
5/17/2016
submitted to – At the Mountains of Madness – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Timothy Hicks
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