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Fast away
like a counterfeit head
blessing no one
or a hand all out of hands
like a devil
who cannot touch
or a god of poverty
spare measle
ticking tin
so ends the old year
Poèmes sur le thème : devil
Poèmes sur le thème « devil » sur Poets.by.
In lieu of flowers
as constant as doubt
the necessity of an everyday curse
though the devil must have patience
tomorrow is for ash and forgetting
and being a poet
he cannot stay an hour
Sweet nothing
this morning is a clear ruin
a mortal barb
words make anything
to raise disquiet
but the word devil
that word full of world
is a nothing as sweet
as my first little doubt
Old salt
The seal is chaplain to the sea;
I am her fool.
I took my crew to the devil,
and there we drank.
Downsizers
The poor
shall never please us,
even in war.
The devil, our broker,
broke in the street, angry
at all the blood
we drank.
Friend of the devil
Ugly as a faction,
I took to the heat
and the devil saw me.
He gave me
myself.
Old Harry
Red herrings to breakfast:
boot-heel hole as big as a horse
through the forest, one path
as if through a red regiment.
Old Harry went out to buy a hat
and met the Greyhound,
where I found him vexed
about breaking the Lord’s lock.
Postmodern Decadence
fallen leaves
slip into my boots
as if having invented flying
off the handle
they’re eager to plunge still further
become agents provocateurs
going to and fro in the earth
and walking up and down in it
like old scratch when he has
a job to do
but what bold and lurid
colors to go out in
painting the town
a sunset red
Dark
The little voices in my head
Remind me daily that I should be dead
The little whispers say I'm just biding time
With a life that's no longer mine
Memories I've tried to forget
Hardly ever resurface, I have no regret
A past that dark doesn't deserve to live
Fuck anyone who says to forgive
These little voices know me the very best
We've been through it all and beat every test
The devil even wonders why he can't claim me
But you can't reclaim something that's already yours, you see
A dark little plague that walks this Earth
I was cursed upon the day of my birth
The scars I have they come so readily
The fate I have rests just as heavily
I'm very hypocritical
Tonight, I spoke with the devil
How strange, he looked like me
A beckoning hand, an awful grin
Is this what I'm meant to be?
That mirror is cracked now,
My hands bleeding fast
I can gaze no longer
At the face from the past
Oh, when will you understand?
When will you understand
That I'm so much more than a sleight of hand
Oh, I'm just a little tired, that's all
Just don't forget to catch when I fall
Yes, tonight I spoke with an angel
Strange, they looked a lot like me
Yet unwilling to help, was he
Beggar to Beggar Cried
'Time to put off the world and go somewhere
And find my health again in the sea air,'
Beggar to beggar cried, being frenzy-struck,
'And make my soul before my pate is bare.'
'And get a comfortable wife and house
To rid me of the devil in my shoes,'
Beggar to beggar cried, being frenzy-struck,
'And the worse devil that is between my thighs.'
'And though I'd marry with a comely lass,
She need not be too comely--let it pass,'
Beggar to beggar cried, being frenzy-struck,
'But there's a devil in a looking-glass.'
'Nor should she be too rich, because the rich
Are driven by wealth as beggars by the itch,'
Beggar to beggar cried, being frenzy-struck,
'And cannot have a humorous happy speech.'