Devils PactWith you, the devil made a pact I can tell this by the way you act At some point your soul is owed Though I know not what he bestowed Maybe it’s those crystal eyes Are your legs part of this guise Is your voice demonic phonic The angelic harmony’s ironic Do you seek total power Even after the witching hour Maybe untold wealth is yours Is it safely locked indoors What about youth or beauty Or a fragrance sweet and fruity I doubt my heart was on your list A bonus extra, but the twist It has been yours from the start Without black magiDevils Pact
Vision in redI’d sit on years of memories And plant my feet like roots of trees Waiting for you to come to meVision in red
I’d think and write or watch people Walking underneath the steeple Holding hands of children: gleeful
A diabloist with string and sticks Practicing his newest tricks Would entertain those at picnics
The sky would turn to pink from blue Enhancing the view of autumn hues And I’d check my phone for any news
The sun would start to bow its head And you’d appear, poodle led You were always a vision in red.
Late Latte LicksLate latte licks Espresso kicks Smooth drawn-out smiles Packs of Tate & Lyle The taste stays a while It lingers viscous, thick Time ticks… ticks Amaretti biscuits Cups lifted to tilt Reveal the silt Of beans roasted, toasted To a chocolate brown And ground down For a refill The caffeine thrill That shocks the system And your lips succumb Becoming numb Thoughts and feelings mix Leaving late latte licksLate Latte Licks
Spellbound
It's My TurnWhat? What happened? I rememberIt's My Turn
The dark and the light The quiet and the noise But I can’t remember parts of my life And don’t remember these people Hello Can you help me? We are helping you.
No, you’re not You’re playing checkers and dominoes and chess And some of you are cheating
I think I’m dying I don’t want to die Is this death? Hello? Can you he
War is OnomatopoeticBoom.War is Onomatopoetic
Hold your station!
Click clack.
Fire, men! Fire!
Boom, zip.
Ther's a close 'un, Fredie. Get low.
I know, Zeke. I know.
Swoosh, thu-thu-thu-thud.
Where's yer godam helmet, Zeke! Together now, FIRE!
Click clack.
Aft'r this mess, we'll get ourselves some damn pretty ladies, eh bud?
If we manage to survive, you mean.
Swoosh, thu-thud-TWACK.
Zek
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Also, I love your work. You pay close attention to the sounds of the words in many of them, which I think is great.
Out with the emo doom and gloom, awkward rhyming and experimental how
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bollocks, back with the traditional. AABB it may be but it's quick and quirky and zips from one image to the next without getting bogged down. I thoroughly enjoyed!
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