Devil Poems
The Devil's tale
by El Mann
Where he goes death follows
Why that is no one knows
What he touches turns to dust
Yet he knows not what he does
The concept of joy is a stranger to him
If he has ever felt it at all it was but a gleam
He too shall never obtain love
As though some divine punishment from above
He does know what love is
But he will forever be denied that eternal bliss
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Devil's Got a Grip On Me
by Frangipani Rhett
I'm just trying to survive
Is it so surprising
That I want to leave?
To get away from everything?
Trust me this isn't easy
I'm not here because it's fun
I wasn't lying to you
Trying to get your sympathy
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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
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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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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