Herod had John the Baptist beheaded
But Herod did not know
Neither did Herodias his wife
He could not behead a man’s soul
Pilate washed his hands of Jesus
He had Jesus beaten then crucified
Pilate did not know
He could not crucify a man’s soul
The Leaders of Israel had His tomb’s entrance guarded with an immovable stone and soldiers but they did not know
That Jesus’ soul could not be held captive
Frank Black Blacharczyk
manhattan roommate
brainwave specialist
blowhard rippling
always partygoer
dolphinfish royalist
turquoise irresistible
undrained rat
swearing yellowlegs
bearable humbling
houseguest behead
surrenderer bart
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • July 20–26, 2026)
you convene slow actualization
through unavoidably weakening derision .
your rippling truculence is
ungrudgingly behead by facilitative clearcutness ;
my sleekly violative teflon
randomization of humbling turquoise
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • July 20–26, 2026)
A smirk ghosts
by torn lips
razored puce
and throbbing wild
to fire a fusillade
of mortar murmurs
armed with fangs
honed in cauldrons
belching molten words
to palsy the gainsay
of jesters
who scarify and behead
bliss.
Of days not so long ago
a girl child was born
in the lap she sought so often
for she was an orphan
With kith and kin
She grew into a beauty
That stole the heart's ache
Of none other than the monarch
Her origin thus kept a secret
She became the kings favourite one
For she stole many a heart
Only to play a queen 's part
Esther was bold and
never did she tell the
The truth of her origin
Lone then was now a sovereign
The king did plot
One dark night
To kill the people in his land
But the queen sought his hand
Is it for me you did bestow
the crown that I now bear
Upon my life punish me
behead me even though I belong to thee
The king fell to his knees
I shall not speak of it again
Although born of strife
you are my wife
Thus did Queen Esther
save all her countrymen
And removed the hate
For her people stood at stake.
Per the emperor's request,
all must submit to a fair test.
Twenty free throws, each must take.
The jester records how many they make.
Ten passes. Behead the rest.
Watc a word lose its head
Let’s murde another
Kil with aplomb
Hur yet more
Pa n loses an eye
Look a mom sheds a tear for otherer
Behead Dee and Kate
ipping handfullfs of Aaarrs
lit and crave
Let the captai Neil kneell
I c u hidin
An evenin like this is great
Grate nails to the ski
Cut face from the chi
Fit in my bi
Do I get extra for trip lets continu
Sommeee of them got freeeee
It’s okay your saw the chain i brough with m
I think we might have to renam them tres
See ewe nex Tim.
One couple of days, the silver lining is always present
sited, I looked out at the window, neck is bent
always, behead me so neatly, swiftly, bloodless
leaving me naked, standing there lying, on the floor, breathless.
One bright day, the haunting blade is absent
I finally received the mail you sent
upon discovering what's inside
out of its mouth, it poured out landslide.
I steal the time and i steal the heart,
I steal the memories and i steal the scars,
I was a thief who stole for love,
But finally they caught me deciding how should I'd punished as I was a thief who stole laughter,
I was a thief who stole sadness,
But it was a crime they said in the end,
Would they burn me or buried me alive,
Would they behead me or cut me alive,
I accept any punishment as I was a thief who likes to steal the pain,
No draconian law affects me or cage me as I became a thief who stole the freedom and fate,
I died laughing as crimson was dripping from my flesh,
In the end I was called a thief who stole his own death.
My love, jarrard.
I wish I were dead.
So many things left unsaid.
I will go in silence instead.
Keep everything hidden in my head.
We are unwed.
We shared so much bread.
I feel so misled.
The distance, I dread.
My heart, you shred.
It lay scattered and spread.
I go to lay alone, in the bed.
Last night I bled.
It turned the sheets red.
You left me on unread.
I feel now, undead.
The signs, I misread.
You are way too far ahead.
I missed the tread.
Fell over and was behead.
The scene, you fled.
My spirit from my body, it shed.
The plans had been laid
their dues had been paid
10,000 enraged Mexicans
heading north to behead Texans
For Texans had 'stolen their land'
almost two centuries ago
and with America looking weak as can be
Mexicans would not be denied liberty
The operation was seamless
50,00 Texans slain
Jubilation in Mexico's capital
Texas will be ours again!
All across the Spanish-speaking globe
supporters did rally
demanding millions more Texans die
in the name of justice, MLM, and DEI Mexican Lives Matter
But Texans fought back
they were not to be denied
Lone-star state soldiers headed south
for Texas they were ready to die
The world jeered and hooted
called Texans white racists and worse
Violence flared at every protest
Times were tense and terse ...
You may think all this a fantasy
and many with you would agree
But I am Jewish-Israeli
Mexico and Texas are Gaza and Israel
~ This is hard reality for my family and me
anoint forehead
with love said God
behead ego
The person stuck on that memorable throne,
They are not too immune,
Twitching with suspicions,
A knife behind their back,
Soon they will be by your side,
A partner ready to behead,
Constant checks, Lonely Medicine,
The pool of influence,
Followed by infection,
The recovery time is raw,
Developing more than before,
The morale of their greatest actions,
Only a fraction of their innocent mind.
her hands were cold, ?my eyes were numb,
and impossible was eye contact;
tears rolling down, and hearts left dumb;
how on sep'ration, we could act?
she looked at me with silent lips:
her forehead was with worries moist!
we, as rain before thunder drips;
just forgot if ever rejoiced.
then, suddenly, I held her head,
she held her hands before my back;
our lips struck as world was dead,
a love's revenge with pink attack!
don't know when our lips separat'd,
it was a mourn more than a bliss;
she left, she had to leave, behead;
left me tantalized with last kiss!
July 02, 2022
On light industrial units, sheet-metal roofs
ting under the rising flames of sunlight,
alloy is stretched into ping-pong rhythms.
He arises, rolls off the side of comfort
For a moment tramples on himself
as if he had too much baggy skin.
Morning on the edge of a medium-sized city.
This summer
I will inflate or die, he thinks,
this late chiming morn,
I will behead habitual pretensions,
cast my anchored mind upon uncharted waters.
Minor keys ding as plated roofs tick and clack.
Those sounds’, he thinks, I can use somewhere -
After all, I am a poet
and do I not prattle and rattle when stirred?
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