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Devil's Swamp

Updated on December 7, 2014

By: Wayne Brown

Vines grow thickly tangled in the tree of life

Spiders spin their trap strands like nets

Pleasure ebbs and flows like the tides of the marsh

Mosquito relentlessly searches for blood

Hell’s hot breezes blow stiffly



Swamp creatures hidden in the lagoon’s dark waters

Moccasin coiled ready to unleash a venom hell

Locust birthing in the shell not yet ready to wing

Tadpoles dot the greenish shallows

Hell’s blazing fire burn brightly



Barn owl flies with a toad in its claw

Crocodile eyes glow eerily in the dark

Cattails rattled by an unknown creature

Lightning Bugs flash like whorehouse neon

Sparks fly from the cracks of Hell



The slimy, green swamp moss covers all in sight

Night becomes the a concert hall of sound

The evil hiss, the angry growl, the screeching screams

Things going bump in the dark

Hot flames of Hell shoot forth in night



Thorns on vines, thorns on trees, thorns on life

Prick and tease, tear and rip to blood

Vines bind all and choke at the life

Moss in tree limbs hid the light of the moon

Hell’s lava erupts to the surface



All that crawls, walks, runs, swims is here

All the dark sinister evils of life

Hiding from each other yet consuming

Struggling to remain here

Bound in Hell’s hot chains


Not for man, woman, or child, this swamp

Evil lies in wait ready to spring forth

All things come here nothing ever departs

Eternity rests upon the green slimy waters

Hell’s flaming rage knows no bounds



Neither sunlight nor light of moon penetrate

Darkness owns the night, it owns the day

All here are blind, lost in the dark

Touching yet not knowing what touches

Hell’s heat chills to the soul of all




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      Wayne Brown 5 years ago from Texas

      @Laurie...Wow, how was I to know that real "critics" would be reading my stuff? WB

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      Laurie 5 years ago

      Your poetry stinks

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      Wayne Brown 6 years ago from Texas

      @LaurieDawn...Amazed you found this one Laurie..I wrote it back in June 2010. It has been lost in the doldrums for a while. Growing up the south, I was never quite far from the mystic and influence of the swamp. I guess that is what inspired this write. Thanks much for your kind words! WB

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      LaurieDawn 6 years ago

      It reminds me of the time I was in Louisiana in the swamp land. It is very beautiful in a creepy way. You brought it to life in your prose.



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      Wayne Brown 6 years ago from Texas

      @Scarlett Rain...I wrote this one back in the summer. I am amazed you found it in that it got very little exposure. Glad to hear that you enjoyed it in a wicked sort of way! LOL! Thanks for stopping by. WB

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      Scarlett Rain 6 years ago from Bakersfield

      It was very interesting and beautiful in such a wicked way.

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      Wayne Brown 7 years ago from Texas

      @saddlerider1....Pour me one too, Ken! WB

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      saddlerider1 7 years ago

      It's amazing how our creativity just let's loose at any odd time of the day, a word, a thought, a view, a situation, an argument, too much moon juice, sadness, happy. Just a few reasons to express our thoughts at that split moment in time. The words will flow like blood through our veins. This was very creepy indeed and not even a trained soldier would be safe in a hellish swamp like that. I felt my skin crawling after I read it...poured myself a stiff one.hah..

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      Wayne Brown 7 years ago from Texas

      @lalesu...Laura, this one started out as just a bunch of jibberish that I scribbled down on the real intent. Surprisingly, it took on a life of its own! WB

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      lalesu 7 years ago from south of the Mason-Dixon

      Creepy one...I really liked this, Wayne Brown. My favorite line is "Touching yet not knowing what touches", made me raise my eyebrows and sit back a bit to look around, lol. I've been out in the dark, dry woods many times, but I'd never dare go into the swamp after dark.

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      Wayne Brown 7 years ago from Texas

      @Bpop...Glad I could take you there Poppy! WB

      @rose56...Thank you Rose..I am so glad that you liked it! WB

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      rose56 7 years ago

      Very good. Really enjoyed your poetry. I enjoy all your writings for sure.

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      breakfastpop 7 years ago

      Great poetry. I feel like I'm in this swamp and I am afraid, very afraid.