DIABOLICAL POEMS

The Man Against The Sky

Between me and the sunset, like a dome
Against the glory of a world on fire,
Now burned a sudden hill,
Bleak, round, and high, by flame-lit height made higher,
.....

Edwin Arlington Robinson

The Merry Bard

ZULEIKAH! The young Agas in the bazaar are slim-wasted and wear
yellow slippers. I am old and hideous. One of my eyes is out, and
the hairs of my beard are mostly gray. Praise be to Allah! I am a
merry bard.
.....

William Makepeace Thackeray

Ogs

It chanced one day, in the middle of May,
There came to the great King Splosh
A policeman, who said, while scratching his head,
There isn't a stone in Gosh
.....

Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis

Philip Of Pokanoket - An Indian Memoir - Prose

As monumental bronze unchanged his look:
A soul that pity touch'd, but never shook;
Train'd from his tree-rock'd cradle to his bier,
The fierce extremes of good and ill to brook
.....

Washington Irving

The Legend Of St. Regimund

St. Regimund, e'er he became a saint,
Was much imbued with vulgar earthly taint;
E'er he renounced the honors of a Knight
And doffed his coat of mail and helmet bright,
.....

Alfred Castner King

King Billy's Skull.

THE scene is the Southern Hemisphere;
The time â?? oh, any time of the year
Will do as well as another; say June,
Put it down likewise as the full of the moon,
.....

James Brunton Stephens

The Stones Of Gosh

Now, here is a tale of the Glugs of Gosh,
In the end of the year umteen;
Of the Glugs of Gosh and their great King Splosh,
And Tush, his virtuous Queen.
.....

Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis

Hypochondriacus

By myself walking,
To myself talking,
When as I ruminate
On my untoward fate,
.....

Charles Lamb

There Is A Country

There is a country

Where Graduates flood the labour market yearly,
With the hope of getting employed one day.
.....

Taofeeq B. Ajadi

Diabolical

The fancy pride coming from envy is diabolical,
teasing with power to proof what is essential.
Democratic values diminishing by pretense,
ethical principles and its hollow essence.
.....

Robert Rittel

At Zekesbury

The little town, as I recall it, was of just enough dignity and dearth of the same to be an ordinary county seat in Indiana - "The Grand Old Hoosier State," as it was used to being howlingly referred to by the forensic stump orator from the old stand in the courthouse yard - a political campaign being the wildest delight that Zekesbury might ever hope to call its own.

Through years the fitful happenings of the town and its vicinity went on the same - the same! Annually about one circus ventured in, and vanished, and was gone, even as a passing trumpet-blast; the usual rainy-season swelled the "Crick," the driftage choking at "the covered bridge," and backing water till the old road looked amphibious; and crowds of curious townsfolk straggled down to look upon the watery wonder, and lean awe-struck above it, and spit in it, and turn mutely home again.

.....

James Whitcomb Riley

Shivaree

These kettle bells.
Is it the axe-murderer,
with green garbage bag
in the shadows?
.....

Paul Cameron Brown