"Poetry & Rhymes" by William Hancock

Archive for February, 2014


“The Darkness”

''The Darkness''

As the day passed, and the sun went down,
Waiting for all the stars to shine;
How quiet it was as night arrived,
The only sound was mine.. .

A growing mist,
A tree, it twists,
An aching wrist,
As I clench my fist.

A glowing eye,
It’s telling lies,
No reason why,
As I pass it by.

A groaning man,
He raised his hands,
Preaching of land,
And some dirty sand.

Where’s the stars, that should have shined,
Where is the moon this night?
All I see is darkness around,
Nothing here seems right.. .

A withered dock,
Some broken blocks,
A half sunk yacht,
Sits on a rock.

A feathered clown,
Is feeding hounds,
He spies the town,
With a mean ol’ frown.

Approaching cold,
And screaming souls,
A sound so old,
As the stories told.

What is all this, this strangeness I see,
Where are the cars on the street?
Is this a dream or something worse,
Evil from in Hell’s deep.. .

I close my eyes,.. . and.. .

William Hancock © All Rights Reserved


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“Satan’s Snack!”

''Satan's Snack!''

He sits up on high,
Where all the demons abide,
Just listening to our lies,
Waiting for the day, our time to die.

He’s the spoiler of the earth,
The keeper of Hell,
With a hunger and thirst,
Waiting for your soul as you fell.

He shines like the light,
He’s the bringer of pleasures,
And his smile is such a site,
Giving us all the earthly treasures.

Lurking in the night,
Waiting in the shadows,
For when the time is right,
He’ll take you to Hell’s gallous.

So make no mistake,
With a smile, he deceives,
It’s all in the take,
Tricking you so you believe.

Your skin is for peeling,
Your heart for him a snack,
In hopes, you are pleading,
When he finally sticks you thru the back.

You think you can join him,
Don’t get it so wrong,
Never will you be beside them,
Except when you’re just meat for their prongs.

Hell is evils paradise,
A hole in the universe,
Where souls are forever sacrificed,
With endless torments and thirst.

A place of outer darkness,
Of weeping and gnashing teeth,
Punished souls now left heartless,
As Satan snacks on such a treat.

The best flavor Satan savors,
Is when your empty soul is laid waste!

William Hancock © All Rights Reserved


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“Are Those ‘Your’ Toes In “My’ Shoes?”

''Are Those 'Your' Toes In My Shoes''How do you do it,
Convince yourself how all this is;
The minding of someone else’s flag ship,
Like its really any and all your biz?

I’m glad you find me interesting, a dedicated fan,
For you to always be there, and truly really like;
Whether it’s all sunny out or even in pouring rain,
There you are, all over me, up and in my life.

Have you ever thought of some kind of hobby,
Something to fill in your days, and all that spare time?
It’s not as entertaining as the doing me and gawking,
Hey! ‘My’ shoes?! Are those ‘your’ toes, or mine I feel???

Yeah, you bet yah, I’m over here doing something,
Your Memo?? I’m sorry, I must have forgot to send ?!
But hey, you already knew that, from all your stalking,
You even know more than all my friends!

Try getting online, find stuff, stuff to do, like a game,.. .
Write a book, or try a poem, and of course all about me!
Or just build away, tear it up, maybe make a picture frame,
Some gardening, painting, anything but a trolling fend.

If I could, and really should, ‘Make a wish just for you‘,
Just a ‘You Wish‘, all for you, like maybe,.. . ‘Get A Life!’
Quit minding me, watch TV, do a puzzle, fix your hair,
Hey! Why don’t you, if you have one, go ‘Mind Your Wife!’

Get a hint, you troll, you peeper, your nosy, and busying,
I’m tired of always seeing you, everywhere I look, ‘you‘;
Always up in my business, more than me, I seem to think,
There’s your head, everywhere, those nosy eyes, that ear!

“You Be Careful Now!”.. .☺. .. Neighbor!!!

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