Most of my poems are in Esperanto (International Language recognised by UNESCO) which I speak.
Here is another poem in English
I Once had a Friend
I once had a friend,
a friend who'd say
"Oh, the Devil made me do it."
In his youth, he'd walk around,
with a wink and a swagger.
He'd go up to a lassie,
and give her a smile,
and pinch her on the derrière,
then he'd say, "Oh, the Devil made me do it."
till a young woman blackened his eye,
and without hesitation boldly replied,
"Oh, it was I who chose to do that."
A few years went by and he didn't change,
he'd strut and preen,
and bully and cajole,
whoever he could,
to get his work, not theirs, complete,
then he'd say, "Oh, the Devil made me do it."
till finally a colleague ripped it all up.
and with unexplained confidence, quietly replied.
"Oh, it was I who chose to do that."
I heard in the middle years,
he'd become quite brash,
with a flashy suit and conservative tie,
who'd end a deal with a friendly smile.
and take their money ever so Quick
then he'd say, "Oh, the Devil made me do it."
till a woman in black looked him straight in the eye,
smile and said, as she cuffed his wrists,
"Oh, it was I who chose to do that."
I sat in the pub, drinking with friends.
I hadn't seen him for many years.
And there he was, up at the bar.
The old guy next to him,
grabbed his arm and said,
"Oh, the Devil 's not the Devil my friend"
and quietly whispered in his ear.
My friend got up and returned the old man's watch
and scurried away with fear in his eyes.
I went up to the old man and asked,
"What did you say to my friend of old."
I asked him the name of his devil,
and he replied "Satan's his name."
"Oh, a know him well," I said,
"The Devil 's not the Devil my friend.
He's the Adversary, who notes your deeds,
and him you'll meet at judgement day.
So Ah would nay blame him."
I once had a friend,
a friend who'd say
"Oh, the Devil made me do it."
"What he says now,
I do not Know."
In Love'
Jay Sea