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Devil Incarnate

Devil Incarnate

He ordered
the finest whisky
as he sat at the bar
and buried his head
The time had come
It would be a long night
Looming
He considered in dread
 
His clothes were ill fitting
They had seen better days
He looked disheveled 
he knew, but couldn’t care
His thoughts on his purpose
As he nursed his drink
Focused
Avoiding the glare
 
Nine fifteen, his mark entered
the noisy bar
Full of swagger
and arrogance
He knew it was him
There was no question
Relaxed
He ignored the dissonance
 
Finding a seam in the throng
he worked his way through
Sliding onto the bench
next to his target
Pressing a gun
into the man’s side
he fired
Killing the devil incarnate
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
 
In response to Jim Adams Prompt of “I Shot the Sheriff”
On Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie

Finest

Seam

Bench
 
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Perdition

Perdition

Love is an illusion
Conquering all
In the fiery furnace
Burning you with desire
It will you enthrall

Deciduous horns
Giving way to new growth
Lost In a burbled frenzy
You promise the devil
Your sworn oath

Cards in play
Could be your downfall
Queen of Diamonds
Greed and avarice
Disguised as jovial

Change inevitable
Never say never
Taking the road to Perdition
and condemnation
Before being lost forever

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing

Word Prompts:

Card

Inevitable

Deciduous

Illusion

Jovial

Burble

OctPoWriMo – Poem a Day – Prompt – Conquered

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History Repeats

History Repeats

The District is not Caesar’s Rome

The Hill is not one of the seven

Yet the Senators

are deadly and evil

as they were BC

These devils hide and reside

in hallowed halls of DC

with daggers cloaked

unseen

Preparing to execute

their dastardly deeds

Hell is in our politics

disguised in grey hair

and old man suits

Standing on the shoulders of women

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Prompted by Dead Poet Prompts from AllPoetry.com

My chosen prompt

“Hell is empty and all the devils are here.” – The Tempest, William Shakespeare

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Evil Woman

Evil Woman

You scarred him for life
Midwife to the devil
So full of jealousy
You egotistical witch
Taking the gift of motherhood
To an unacceptable level

Poor child yearning for approval
Just wishing for the love of his mother
Instead he gets a competitor
A green-eyed monster
Craving the attention meant for him
As if she were his wicked stepmother

A pathological narcissist
Always cruel and wicked
With only love for herself
Doing damage for a lifetime
He was just an innocent boy
Now a man afflicted

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