Best Abductor Poems
OSAMA
Obdurate Sadistic abductor as Machiavellian now abashed
Senseless Saboteur with Sabre sword,
Ablutions of wickedness as apology from vagrant
Mercy and peace mixed fleetingly against unprovoked America and the innocents
Abomination of true God explained as religion, hatred, wickedness, murders, and Jihad
Bin
Bigots brewing bestial behaviors before innocent kids,
Inoculated ideas of incorrigible iconoclast and unlettered extremist
Namby-pamby in acts of cruelty, yet, not man enough to face the consequence
Laden
Laden, lackluster, laggard, languid, despising better option
Abnormal spiritual schizophrenia and hallucination
Doctrinal heresies and contradictions shaming Islamic scholars
Exposing the fallibility of the questionable renown “Sacred book of blood and wars”
Now convince us again, that you bring Peace, Love or seek the Prince of Peace
Sometimes a normal life can become epic,
But this thing called fate has a bag full of tricks.
Every day in my village, out of the window,
I saw the face of a graceful belle who had the sun’s glow.
I wanted to confess my love for her but the time wasn’t right;
A mysterious man from the faraway castle kidnapped her one night.
She needed help I thought; she left without a goodbye.
I knew I needed to do something not just lament & cry.
So the cat inside me turned into a lion,
And I rode off on my steed with arms of iron.
I travelled for long, cold nights, ten,
In the Valley of Ice where everything was frozen.
The only thing keeping me alive was my love,
As I faced creatures like that dragon from above.
The scaly beast wanted to eat me; it roared loudly bringing my ears pain.
But the sound created an avalanche and the next moment, it got slain.
I kept on walking, covered in white from head to toe.
Little did I know that I was yet to face the wicked dwarves of the snow?
But on seeing me half frozen, half wounded, they got scared and ran.
The puny blokes might have thought that I am an abominable snowman!
So after surviving these hours of tiredness & frustration,
I finally saw the gates of that majestic castle; I had reached my destination.
The doors to the fort were surprisingly not closed.
And the deadly crocodiles in the pool had lazily dozed.
I got inside and saw a hairy, cruel looking beast.
Looked like he could eat a hundred men for a feast.
I felt like killing him but his sight had turned my skin white & pale.
Then I saw that he was being hugged by a belle, it was the same female.
I got shocked but she told me the beast was actually kind.
And so she began to love her abductor; I realized that love was blind!
The brute turned out to be a good fellow with a heart of gold.
Needed he someone to give him company in this lonely blanket of cold.
Then I bid the couple adieu with a heavy heart.
And I rode on to a new place for a new start.
I had cheated death but failed to win the girl who I thought was mine.
Still, I’m not distressed anymore, at least she’s smiling & fine.
She is friendly and as welcoming as anyone in the neighborhood in the spring, outside, in her garden.
She collects neighbors the way anteaters collect ants, without hardly trying.
They see her out there, and they put on their spring jackets and join her.
She listens and she laughs, and she enjoys them like no other person ever has, appreciating them.
They invite her to their houses, but she dare not go, so she makes an excuse.
They only see her in the spring, which seems curious, but they are too busy showing themselves to ask about her life.
She seems private, somehow, and they respect that.
None of them know that she lives a secret life, a terrifying life, inside the house, with her abductor.
No one knows that she was kidnapped when she was nine, and she is fearful of everyone, even them.
No one realizes that he is watching, and seething with anger that he let her out, worried about what she might say.
As they flock to her, to have her listen to them, he is plotting how he will make her pay.
And she does.
It is her last outing.
Greek mythological
drama flourishes,
nee thrives within
noggin of yours truly
gods and goddesses
sporting Hellenic origins
purportedly cavort
higgledy-piggledy
rampantly running ragged
ruminative raconteur
resultant rueful end product
wreckage of present day me
chafing amidst yesteryear's adversities
shadow boxing doppelganger nemesis
fetus in fetu maintaining stranglehold
choking ability to breathe
unsuccessful roundup eradication
resultant mailer daemons
ruling the roost
time and again professional
therapy exorcised futility
psyche plagued with said
crudely sketched hobgoblins
permanently lodged within
fifty plus shades gray matter
mein kampf analogous to siege
and/or civil war
abductor and hostage
terrorist versus negotiators
one and the same person
ideal fecund environment
irresistible nasty brutes
unwilling to forsake
golden opportunity
passive languishing helpless
antisocial bumbling creature
mandate decreed heir extinguished
sentenced eventually commuted
life without parole lifetime
metaphorically imprisoned harsh
punishment solitary confinement
crime synonymous equalled
chance happenstance ovulation
nsync with seminal linkedin
fertilization, impregnation, parturition
essentially random appalling dice throw
courtesy biological roulette
automatic defacto malefactor
abstractly describes lifelong
condemnation, humiliation, ostracization
hence if nothing else
no shortage writing material.
Marvelous Maxine Hunkel, heroine cyclone,
With her amazing power gets anyone blown...!
Through her abductor scientist Morrow the mad,
With vast violent velocity she got clad...!
Her simple sneeze could destroy her granny’s garage,
She could sleep in tornado as though in mirage...!
She could dare the very Captain America,
As though overpowered by nude nostalgia...!
The offensive whirlwind she could, like wind-gust, strike,
Could be cool like breeze, she could also turn deathlike...!
Noh-Varr, the non-hurt, Cyclone could deadly damage,
Tough turbulently tense tempers she could manage...!
Hulkling, the sovereign of the odd outer space,
Cyclone could hit easily with her ace-pace raze...!
Though operations of Cyclone Cyclops could know,
He could be, yet, shaken by her dazzling deathblow...!
Beast, the monstrously dysderids Dracula dies,
Of Cyclone's torrential terror hits and fast flies...!
Daredevil who could brutally stand all alone,
Could not stand alone against lone flown Cyclone zone...!
Could Hank Pym defeat Cyclone by his pert power?
Who does cower, dour, glower, shower and tower...???
24 November 2022
Moon Knight Friend or Foe 3 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
He’s out there again. I turn my head, but there is silence.
Are you sure it’s the same guy? I look but they have disappeared.
What do you think he wants? I inch myself to the window and move the curtain.
Don’t do that! A voice shouts. Shh! I say, peeking out a sliver of glass.
There is a car, but I do not see a man. Maybe they have imagined it.
“What are you doing?” I jump from fright. “Nothing,” I say.
My abductor glares at me. “Do I need to tie you tighter?
I release the curtain. His eyes stare at me. He is making a decision.
He will kill you tonight, a voice says. I do not doubt it. I believe it actually.
If we untie you, do you promise to run? The other girl asks.
They have been here longer than I have been here, but neither run.
I wonder about this, and about the guy they supposedly see out the window.
How can you see out the window through the wall? I ask them.
We are dead, one says. That’s how we can untie you. Psychically.
I am shocked, for I know they are right. I blocked their bodies out.
Not able to stand the truth. I let myself sleep, waiting for the end.
Stolen
waters are
sweet as time
passes on it stays
stale and stinks stink to
Its abductor and revenge to
its owner her prize he thinks the
Temperament, he cannot keep and the
heart of the owner is weighty, its bereavement
causes stink
Stolen
waters are
sweet when he
steals her from its
first lover she is but
pleasurable, but over
time in the arms of her
new lover becomes wet
And swampy, her love begins to fade.
The
candle
in a man
the mirror of
fair Daisy the
weakness in a
man shadows of
the stranger
Alas!
the cause
of the owner
is in the room of
the thief her first love
has caught her mood she
but a snare in the hands of new lover.
Stolen
waters are
sweet It is death
to the soul of her new
lover It blurs the path of her
abductor squeezes her grape of
misery into her cup of insomnia to
end his life she prays Her secrecy to
her third lover she keeps
But
first it
must thirst
sweet then sour ,
flowing into the belly
of the abductor cold and
piercing an iceberg is born
Grinding up intestine constipation set in
sweet when love
is in rage it blinds its
lover tears him apart like
The queen bee its Drone
draining out it blood weakening
strength of it lover to ever live again.
Stole
waters
smooth
taste the
tongue acid
The belly
sweet
It choked its
victim with the
air of death Caught
In between the fangs
of pains
Like
an adder
would Its prey
and gently it goes
down into its gully pipe
Squeaking like a petrified mice
it got no salvation
with
sleeping
open eyes
mouth open
close gasping for breath
It
speaks
silently to
its pleasure.
This beauty but
A Plague as stolen
waters are sweet but to the
Taste of death and as his eyes
closes he looks Upon her beautiful
face once more
Fear, the dictator restricting my movements and constricting my lungs.
The fear of failure, thunder, and loss is controlling me.
The world is so loud, all thoughts are drowned out.
Who can drown in panic and fear and resurface alive?
My brain holds me back, I am the only restriction,
We are tethered to the past, like simple trained animals.
The only chance of freedom is learning to move on,
Move on from fear, from past traumas that haunt you.
Fear is the abductor of the mind, we are hostages;
The way out is to fight, but we are scared.
The caller was a detective. His words were that our baby was found alive and well.
He said to meet him as soon as possible. Wishing each tree and house we drove past would be the last. Yearning to get there faster. Heart beating. I could think of nothing but smothering my beautiful baby with kisses forever.
Each red traffic light seemed to make us wait so long. Then the green light only allowed the car to travel in slow motion. Fearful thoughts of the abductor of our boy, kept flashing into my mind. Racing to the house of the address we were given, a uniformed policewoman held him out for us to take him. My scream could be heard for miles, as I collapsed to the floor. That’s not our baby boy.
FEARING FOR MY SAFETY COPING HEALING DOMESTIC VIOLENCE SITUATION ONGOING ATTACKS IT WAS LONG HOME INVASIONS BREAKING IN MY HOME BANK FRAUD MY IDENTITY THIEF THE SCARIEST CALL MY DAUGHTER ABDUCTED IN A PLACE WHERE YOU ARE TOTALLY ALONE I CALLED 911 PUT HER ON AMBER ALERT WHILE THE ABDUCTOR GRABS THE PHONE AND SAY ITS A F KING PRANK MY GOD MY GOD MY DAUGHTER WAS FOUND SAFE BUT I WAS STILL TERRIFIED THIS HOUSE WAS A DEATH TRAP WHERE WITCHES GATHERED IN THE BASEMENT BURNING STARS CROSSES DRAGONS CRYSTAL BALLS IT WAS A SCARY HOUSE ASHES THICK ASHES ON THE WALLS AN INCINERATOR BUILT IN BRICKS FOR DEPOSING OF BODIES FINALLY A GREAT BLESSING SECTION 8 NEW AFFORDABLE HOME ONE MONTH LATER WOMAN FOUND DEAD IN THE BASEMENT I THOUGHT OF ALICIA HILTON SHE KINDA FAVORED HER ODD THOUGH SHE LOOKED LIKE ONE OF CIRO GARGANO GIRLS THE ONE WHO HUNG OUT WITH DANITA DELMONT AGENT CIRO GARGANO PLAYMATES HE SHARED WITH MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND DRIVING AN AUDI NEARLY RUNNING US OFF THE ROAD INTO DANITA'S HONDA I KNEW DEATH WAS NEAR BEING AN FBI INFORMANT WEARING WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FBI I AM JUST SO GRATEFUL MY FAMILY WAS SPARED THE HOME INVASIONS CONTINUED AS HERE LATELY MY STALKERS PULLED ANOTHER HOME INVASION PUTTING STICKERS ON 1966 MEDICAL RECORDS VIETNAM INTIMIDATING TO REMIND ME OF THE DEAD WOMAN THE NEWS SAID HER AUDI WAS PARKED SHE CAME FROM ANTIOCH TO BUY HEROIN I THOUGHT THIS WAS A HOAX A FAKE MURDER ONE OF CIRO’S FAKING THEIR DEATH AGAIN VERY STRANGE VERY STRANGE INDEED I KNEW CIRO HAD A HOME IN ANTIOCH THIS WAS VERY STRANGE WHY INTIMIDATE ME TODAY THREATS FROM A HAUNTED HOUSE THREATS FROM A DEAD WOMAN AND HER SIDEKICK KIWANI BUGGS DANIELLE DESMOND DANITA DELMONT AGENT MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBANDS CULT STABLE HE SHARED WITH CIRO GARGANO ODD JUST ODD MY CHEST HURTS WITH ANXIETY PTSD PANIC DISORDER CIRO’S KILLERS MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND MY WEARING WIRES PREGNANT BUYING WEAPONS AND DRUGS FOR THE FBI FEARING MY SAFETY WATCHING CIRO PLOTTING MY DEATH
Nigeria has become like a ware in a jumble sale
Or I'd say a boat that's in need of a bail
A nation that once kept abreast of great countries with aplomb
Is now sitting wobbly on a ticking time bomb
Sadly the managers of this great estate
Know nothing about being persons of estate
With their lack of concern that makes them look like bullock
They overwhelm the masses that voted them in with a feeling of shock
Their daily disconcertion put my kind in a total disbelief
That a population in hundreds of million can't provide any to effect a relief
This is why I join the mission to effect a revamp
Enough is enough to our crestfallenness and damp
You must have heard in their campaign they mock our labour
Cos they believe they can spirit away our votes like an abductor
There're coordinated actions with rallies everywhere to promote adduction
In order to prevent or sensitize the public against ballot abduction
My advice to those youths like software infected with malware
The kinds the politicians pay to cause unnecessary despair
Those punctured with holes that can't make them gain control
I say beware in the end you'll be left to thole
Please don't be like a bull in a China shop
Together we can make Nigeria sit on hilltop
As for me I'll be OBIdient and YUSful
Cos I want to live in a Nigeria that's beautiful
their daughter is missing
there is a candle lit vigil
parents put out a heartfelt plea
their next door neighbor
consoles her family with the right words
cameras capture his genuine sadness
their daughter is furious
watching from the cell
he has made her in his basement
As her parents hug her abductor on TV