“You know you want to, just have a go;
You’re all alone, no one will know.
Just once won’t hurt; it’s not that bad.
See, others have done it, and they’re not sad.
Scum Rings
Devil
Across A Divided Sky
Ominous clouds of utter blackness,
Billowing in their ranks,
March across the low horizon
Like artillery, soldiers, tanks.
They move in angry opposition
With malice thru and thru
Against the sky’s content condition
Of golden, gilded blue.
And those who watch the signals
See signs from up on high,
Painted in prophetic vision
Across a divided sky.
The Battlefront
Boom! Boom! The cannons echo; around you lays the gore,
Carnage left by countless battles in this eternal war.
All who have ever lived, have been enlisted in this fight—
The fight of good and evil, the fight of wrong and right.
Both sides call you to join their ranks, but choose most carefully,
For what you choose will chart your course for all eternity.
The Game
Of Mice and Media
Out of the darkness comes the sound—
A scraping and gnawing and scurrying around.
Damage and destruction is all he makes,
He never gives but always takes.
In the shadows and corners he will hide,
A tiny field mouse that snuck inside.
By Degrees
Lehonti was a Lamanite protected on a mount,
Surrounded by defenders even more than he could count;
But Amalickiah’s message flattered him in part,
And so he left security for vanity of heart.
Yet flattery turned fatal so remember, won’t you please?
How subtly and slowly he was poisoned by degrees.
God Knows Best
God did not leave us to chance. Photo by Wendy van Zyl.
The Devil’s real,
And doesn’t rest;
So is God,
And God knows best.
Dining with Devils
“Come into my parlor,” said the spider to the fly.
“There’s a special treat I would love you to try,
And a prettier parlor you never will see. . .
Come in, come in, and dine with me!”
So goes an old story of deception and lies;
You know how it ends—one of them dies.
Conquering Contention
Ever notice before church or before a temple trip,
Or before an FHE how you feel contentions grip?
Well, it’s not coincidental—‘tis the Devil, don’t you see?
And his timing is predictable; it’s not a mystery.
The Fish and the Fly
Bright and colorful it may be,
Dancing on the surface for all to see.
It has body, it has wings–
“Come, eat me” it tauntingly sings.
Once Upon A Rhyme 