strongest cloven fiend
a face adored by Venus
beautiful bestial body
so loved by God in Genesis
take the crimson string
tied upon his velvety hide
red thread cuts the skin
ankles bound for the ride
hoisted on the mantle
an all engulfing spiral
upon pearlescent horns
blackish fur of desire
dark red heart
beating at his side
a full blooded kiss
could never be denied
awkward always alone Allie
bragged boastfully to baby Bertie Bill
clearly clarifying club-footed cloven Callie
deliberately deciphering dairy dung in Dickie Dill
easing eager Edgar’s electrifying entry
forever forsaking flim-flam’s frequent flam
greasing gray grannie’s gentle gentry
hardily helping herself to Harry’s hottish ham
In shadows deep, where darkness weaves its thread,
Sin's whispered lure, a path where mortals tread.
Temptation's fruit, a taste of what's denied,
It's here that Satan's cunning plans reside.
With cloven hooves and fiery eyes ablaze,
The fallen one, in wicked ways, conveys,
Deception's art, the master of the lie,
As Sin and Satan dance beneath the sky.
But Death, a specter cold, an endless night,
It waits for souls, extinguishing the light.
A consequence of choices, paths we choose,
In the cycle, Sin and Death, they're bound to fuse.
For Sin, the spark that sets temptation's fire,
Leads mortals down a treacherous desire.
In Satan's web, they find themselves entwined,
As Death awaits, its victory defined.
Yet in this tale of darkness, do not despair,
For hope can rise, dispelling all despair.
Redemption's light can break Sin's binding chain,
And from this trio's grasp, one can attain.
In life's grand tapestry of joy and strife,
We find the strength to face this endless strife.
For Sin, Satan, Death, they may persist,
But love and faith, in our hearts, exist.
To be able to admit when your wrong
Can only make a love grow strong
To be able to give your heart unlatched
With no strings attached
Will make a love complete
Caring, sharing with a laugh
(It was good to hear you laugh)
Love doesn't blame
It doesn't play those foolish games
It's the nectar, the ambrosia
It burns the cloven flames
It bares what God gives of Himself
He has a Name above all names
Is it a crime to want to seek Paradise
The pursuit of happiness in this life?
Grab hold of some fantasy and run
To a place where two hearts become one
Make some time and find that special place
Living Coram Deo, before God's face
It's not hate here, that leaves scars
It's meadows, clouds, rainbows and guitars
It's angels, stars and choirs but not a devil's grin
It's you and I, it's velvet
Just feel the softness against your skin
Vs1
If all the stars
from the firmament fell
If the moon were to float away
on the sea
And if the sun
was taken away as well
Don't be afraid …
… the light of God
still shines on Thee!
Chorus
The light of God
still shines bright today
Bright as before
time had begun
Creation done
in just seven days
And He was the Light
In every one
Yes, God's light shone before the sun
Vs2
So take all the stars,
the sun and the moon
Although I'd miss
the beauty they bring
The darkness will
never ever win through
The Light drives it out,
in Jesus's name!
Chorus *repeat*
Vs3
God was there
on holy ground
He spoke to Moses
through the bush aflame
The cloven tongue of fire,
and Spirit came down
Giving us His light to cast out
darkness, fear, and shame!
Chorus*repeat
Broken
Cloven
Hidden
Within
Covert
Revert
Surveyed
Journeyed
Sojourned
Missioned
Wrestle
Vessel
Tempest
Life’s test
Good night
Last fight
March 13, 2023.
Your bare bottom pounds as you glide
across the cloven countryside,
tresses lifting, buoyant breasts,
your stallion savages his breaths.
Pressing knees, you turn him wide,
Pull up below the rivers bridge.
You let him drink low and long
You sing to him a wild song
You lie on moss to bid him see
your treasure space once meant for me.
Withers shining, smoothed by sweat
perfumed where your bodies met,
he throws his head then steps away.
You think of something cruel to say
though not of him, your muscled pet
but of me, below the rivers bridge.
You step to him as if on air
You touch him with a lover’s care
You climb again, pull tight the reins
Then release your grip to run again.
As I write my brain whispers
wicked words of doubt
soft as a newborn’s sleepy sigh
the babbling of a bubbling brook
before it suddenly begins to shout
screeching like the ear piercing
feedback from stereo speakers
shrieking shrilly as a hot teapot
booming low as a bass drum
beating in a repetitive rhythm
while horned demons with their
cloven hooves dance madly
amid the cacophony of chaos
chanting a malevolent mantra
of loathing and discontent
wielding daggers of diffidence
they drive deep into my confidence
blood dripping from the blades
the silence of those outside myself
nodding apathetic assent
From toothed alps to McKenzie High Country
to hardwood alpine forest and fernland,
there rises the jewel Aoraki
out of the jagged ice age peaks so grand.
And polar winds at its rock face below
chill Lake Te Anau’s willow and bluegum,
where the frozen wild lowland tussocks grow
and rainbow river trout and salmon run.
Behold plains and valleys when spring has shone,
hear the cloven hooves scatter asunder,
climb Arthur’s Pass to Milford Track and yon
to glacier and fiord and rolling tundra.
Stretched from Cloudy Bay to Bluff on the sea
thunders the sky father, Ranginui.
Written: April 1996
Red-skinned with horns, a tail, and cloven feet -
Hellboy, oh Hellboy, you’re really not bad.
Evil in the world you help to defeat.
Hellboy, oh Hellboy, you’re really not bad.
Your humor’s great and I think you are neat.
Tragic that you lost your adopted dad.
Red-skinned with horns, a tail and cloven feet -
Hellboy, oh Hellboy, you’re really not bad.
Jan. 30, 2022
For the Mignolaverse Poetry Contest of Robert James Liguori
A cloven feeling of love
for marring motions of hug
When rising spirits above
tear at their ceilings of tug
And comforts settle upon
what muscles drawn are bond
When tension leaves us for good
and frumpy feelings are dawned
Mister P
My puppy
One day met
One odd pet!
With a swell
Sticky smell
Zigzag wags
Tails play tag
Yipped, to say
"How's your day?"
Answered bleat,
"It's been neat!"
Cocked his head
Strangely said!
What dog talks
Without barks?
Short legs pump
Bouncy jumps
Lots of spots
Polka dots
Eyes like girls'
Blue marbles
Chin unsheared
Old-man beard
Oblong jaws
Cloven paws
He's no joke
Mister Goat!
9/13/20
For 'Threes, Please' contest
Sponsor: Beth Evans
Athwart swayed a raven 'cross land,
yon cliffs 'n' moist mountains anon 't danced
'til a callous Centuar caught her
'n' made mess ''f graces nature barters.
Ergo did sh' rhino's allure snatch,
'n' 'to confetti crushed sanity's hatch;
her new form "f rhin'cerous raven -
cloned contractions "f pain, wiles 'n' shudders.
Callous Centuar ergo tottered
'wards hankering hemisphere -
rusty raven ñ longer jocund;
jolting joy cramped b' pizzazz' dagger.
Felon fate caught rusty raven;
yore, she'd had nosy Nymphs cloven.
'20:08:01:10:29
Note:
a) of callous comeback.
b) Written apace with the Middle English lexis:
i) athwart - from side to side
ii) yon - beyond
iii) anon - at once
iv) ergo - then
v) yore - long ago
c) The following are used with no syllabic consequences:
i) 'cross - across
ii) yon - beyond
iii) 'n' - and
iv) 't - it
v) 'til - until
vi) "f - of
vii) sh' - she
viii) 'to - into
ix) 'wards - towards
x) ñ - on
xi) b' - by
Blue sighs,
purple heart beating pain
Scarlet letters
written on rice paper grain
Black clouds
portend colonial violent reign
Silver pocket lining —
Ivory Coast watch has a gold chain
Indigo weep journey,
stern waves of Coral Reef grief from green gain
Obsidian gale passage,
white knuckle fear mete with alabaster disdain
Steel blue sky,
pale joy in the skin cargo lane
Bronze native hope
shipped to brass harbor strange
Black enfolding clouds,
infrared serene thoughts ponder forgiveness arcane
Sunshine free promises
darkly veil a fetter capital idea, so auctioneer insane
Eclipse horizon,
opaque firmament change
Pink eyes can’t see the snowstorm coming,
leaving frozen asset remains
Blue wail sky
dew drop more violet moan rain
Crimson siren tide
left a white knuckle asphalt stain
Black brow clouds
are thunderbolt cry parting: “Die latter-day Cain!”
Ruddy cloven tongues
are white lightning uttering: “Abel shall live again!”
Rainbow balm sky
after the purple bruise reign
Grey matter turbulent tide
is now a peaceful cerulean haven
knowledge is not a cubicle;
ignorance's hideout, flapdoodle,
corrugated roof of worn wits
damp drips, drizzles illusion spits
neither is knowledge a haven;
hoisted hell, callous clips cloven
la-de-da lake retention dug,
choked to brim by cursed current- lust
nosy knowledge is not heaven;
forlorn Utopia - Joy's oven
fame's pulchritude, honour's specter,
voluptuous variance of blisters
knowledge is a luminary;
hops into wits, then fumes instinct.
'20:06:22:17:56
Note: of nosy knowledge.
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