Assassins of the night, trying to take one's breath in his sleep
Lurking in the shadow like a coward till the night is deep
That noxious gray mist they cast that stops his breath
Like lazy crows that feed on someone else's death
But by grace of God he must survive
May the light of tomorrow arrive
January 20, 2024, 1:05 AM, PST, SPC
Of notice or warning there's never a trace,
For assassins come wearing a smile on their face,
At the break of the dawn or the still of the night,
Though you fear their arrival they're nowhere in sight,
Well they they've carefully crafted their art and their style,
And the only disguise that they wear is a smle,
When they hold out their hand kinda knocks you off track,
They continue to smile, plunge the knife in your back,
Well the coroner ruled on an open-shut case,
Of assassins who came with a smile on their face,
Sometimes our heroes are roasted like zeros
A
N
T
A
Slapping them down is such fun
A
Starting November and into December
Santa endures the deft tongue
A
Soup is our vellum to pen our mock venom
Spoofing the jolly red one
I
N
Such is the season of Santa assassination
10 January 2021
Kim’s Acrostic Play 2 - Holiday Version
Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues
sooth said to Caesar
sire beware the Ides of March-
assassins martyr'd
Aguilar
Can you be
The seed of
Violence
That’s
In me
smiling assassins
listening with fixed smiles
only to gossip
The Swords Speak – Assasins Brotherhood
Legend says
That a killers brotherhood existed
During high Middle Ages
Fighting for people’s freedom
They were called assassins
They were persecuted and killed
They had a motto to fight for
“Nothing is true -
Everything is permitted”
Their swords speak of freedom
They had it Inscribed on their blades
“We work in the dark to serve the light,
We are assassins” or so it’s said
Their lives were for the cause
Their blood not their own
They were disposable to the society
Not considered one of their own
But the brotherhood of the assassins
Were fighting a war for peace
Their aim, assure freedom
The Templars, their nemesis
But as I said, that’s a myth
In the history, It’s just a legend
The Templars became the heroes
The Assassins were just erased
***
January 15, 2017
Free Verse
9th Place in the Contest The Swords Speak
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
The Assassin’s Love Affair
Neck thin, veined, soft
Curved sexually past the breast
The waistline lures handling
With sure fingers
Quietly the blade pinches her collar against her
Shoulder bone
Above the heart
The sweaty haired arm with its tattooed muscles
Flexed
Relaxed
The bread is cut
The wine pours thick into the crystal
Eye
Of a panting, toothless mouth
The intercourse
The razor sharp condom
The quiet lover
The cigarette.
This ancient warrior frowns.
His distinguished life caught fast
In the threads of a
Cunning spider’s web.
Entrapment spun by
A dark invader.
His only hope of
Survival is a
Cold assassins’ tool.
Chemical warfare,
The wave of carnage.
This ancient warrior cries
To see the mindless slaughter
Of innocents to
Conquer the dark
Cancerous malice.
Sacrificial lambs.
Fatigue with kindness
Soothes his troubled soul
And spurs his will to
fight. He drifts in waves
Through poisonous seas.
This ancient warrior smiles.
Death retreats in shadowed haste.
Ambition thwarted
By assassins’ wave.
The dark invader
Choking, fades to dust.
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