Devil Poems
Not Every Soul Makes Into Heaven
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice
Save me from myself, dear God...
And from my wretched past...
I’ve paid the ultimate penance...
In this inferno of hell ever last...
I’ve learned the important lessons...
From all my evil ways...
Give my soul some peace, dear God...
In these long and final days...
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Venus
by Ayatullah Nurjati
Your breath catches up
Your scent is annoying
If only I wasn't the innocent me I would have crushed your fingers in a worldly
moan
Unfortunately I'm not an angel—instead I'm impressed as the incarnation of
bedbugs
As if I have a passion to transmit the essence of lust
If you're not my lover, I'd better go to mbah shaman to complain or to the sea
it's better
There I found jellyfish, dolphins and their inhabitants
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Lachrymose 2: The Suicide Note
by Khayelihle Bongiswa Gamedze
My heart like a desert dims dry,
Streams of tears fill my eyes.
For my pains and sufferings still I cry...
What use is endurance but why.
My life is done, my thread is run.
Ages of lachrymose I have lived under the sun .
What future there is to long ahead
When you know that you are already dead?
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18. Tranquility
by Kea Campbell
True quiet is the absence of buzzing currents and daily converses.
True rest is the holiday of the hissing serpent and his deterrence.
Where there is mankind, there is busyness and ill-observance.
Where there is quiet and rest, may you hear His avers and discernments.
Sunday 17 December 2023
Drinking With Satan
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice
Passed out on the damp concrete stairs...
Along Lake Pontchartrain...
Surrounded by empty gin bottles...
Remembering nothing but my first name...
As I rubbed my bloodshot eyes...
Seeing nothing at all but red...
As Satan’s wicked minstrels play loudly...
Drums pounding in my throbbing head...
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33. Devil's Guest
by Kea Campbell
The enemy delights on my temple, and when I feast on the world, he is the Host.
He cut off my nose in hopes that my anger would grow.
His hand clenches my liver and the other guides my tongue.
With every breath of his sweet air that I take, I deny the gift of life from my lungs.
And when I'm dead, will he be at the gates to represent me in the Lord's court in attempt to allegate?
With every step I take into the light, he fills my heels with lead.
But the Lord will make mine like Hinds' feet and rebuke the Devil's tread.
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24. The Fallen Testimony
by Kea Campbell
I taught you to think, to attain your clever.
I gave you the greater, the power, the pleasures.
I am the prince of this world and a god of freedom.
I bestow unto you, your riches and values, your own arboretums.
Pointing fingers and slack-less triggers.
How is the blame mine when you are the sinners?
Struck by the heel that I breathed liberty into.
Only fools long deliverance for a decision irrevocably due.
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18. Tranquility
by Kea Campbell
True quiet is the absence of buzzing currents and daily converses.
True rest is the holiday of the hissing serpent and his deterrence.
Where there is mankind, there is busyness and ill-observance.
Where there is quiet and rest, may you hear His avers and discernments.
Sunday 17 December 2023
11. The Devil visited my room last night
by Kea Campbell
The Devil visited my room last night.
He preyed on my breath.
But my mind wandered its palace.
He wanders my palace some nights.
Sunday 21 August 2022
A Walk down the Tunnel
by Somali Mukherjee
“Darkness does embalm;
All things, getting calm,
Produce an eerie feeling;
Can it serve with a healing?”
“Aye, aye, sure, sure!
Such feelings do us lure,
To approach its end.”
“Can we reach, my friend?
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