Devil Poems
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
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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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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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?
......
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.
......
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.
......
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?
......
