Best Act Poems
Before sentence is passed, please hear my plea
I promise to be the man that I should be
Don't give me death. Please be kind
I have a family I don't want to leave behind.
I was unaware at the time
That what I did was a horrible crime
So now I feel like a louse
Please don't kick me out of the house.
I know what I do now is totally right
I am surrendering without a fight
And with head bowed I know it's time
For me to pay for my crime.
From now on I will go straight
When I start snacking very late
The last thing I do after finishing my drink
Is put the damn dishes in the sink.
Going on down to the demos today
the last farmer has been put away.
They shot him down
just outside of town.
Police found him in his own cornfield,
where he resisted and refused to yield.
Since his were crimes against the state,
then death obviously was to be his fate.
Going on down to the demos today
the last farmer has been put away.
He refused to buy corn from the corporation,
produced his own seeds for his liberation.
He refused to buy genetic sprays
to eliminate the bugs and the butterflys.
By his wanton self pollination
he threatened the food supply of our nation.
We're going on down to the demos today
to give thanks to those who put terrorists away.
The attack on a shopping centre, is a crime against humanity
And yet we to continue to ignore, this ongoing brutality
You must always show a strong hand and stand up to the bully
Even if it that means triggering, an unwanted world war three.
Well it seems to me that we're letting, Vlad Putin have his way
When in fact we should be making, that war criminal pay
I'm sick and tired of the hatred that he has got for the west
And with his idle threats and bullying, he's putting us to the test.
Every time the Russian troops commit, a criminal atrocity
They laugh at the civilised world and murder with impunity
The west needs to mobilise and send Western troops in
And annihilate all the murdering thugs under Vladimar Putin.
Putin is a dead man walking, there's a price on his head
There will never be real peace until that physchopath is dead
Ukraine didn't ask to be invaded, but are putting up a brave fight
Whilst Putin is putting nukes in Belarus, to increase his military might.
Alex Lukeshenko in Belarus, is a poodle of Vladimar Putin
Is seen shaking hands with him and standing there with a grin
Another despot who's in power, because of a rigged election
And who supported Vladimar Putin in his botched invasion.
UPDATE - Turkey had concerns with Finland and Sweden joining the NATO alliance. These concerns have now been addressed and the path is now clear for both countries to join NATO.
So put that in your pipe Putin and smoke it till you choke.
Russia has withdrawn its troops from Snake Island in the Black Sea, a goodwill gesture they claimed, believe that and you'll believe anything.
Written 30th June 2022
Act III, final scene, psychodrama script-
the world is ushered off into history's crypt.
All the super heroes lie slaughtered on the floor
while apocalyptic addicts are screaming out for more.
A handful of patriots ride the airwaves into night
broadcasting dire warnings to bring the truth to light.
General population is glued to the TV set
watching situation comedies, smoking cigarettes.
The program's interrupted by a special news update
"World War III declared" more details at eight.
General population pumps his fist hard into the air
grabs himself a six-pack and settles back into his chair.
Less then twenty cases later he is morgue decor
from the radiation resulting from the war.
The tube becomes his headstone, body decomposing on the floor
beneath blue light TV flickering...1984.
Warmth pushes the cold and I feel
the glistens of a gentle blue
wondering and wandering
as it breathes on through
a simple touch of heart
setting the world apart
boots hang off the cardboard
the same but of a different kind
thoughtless they walk on by
lost just another mind
caressing, the steam rises
soft eye surprises
care, lost worries in the fear
for a second, fleeting
clouds unseating thrones
taking a thankful tone
kindness breeding kindness
love living, endearing souls
promises meant
words need no mention
we know
melting with thoughts of home
we know
simply we just know
At Cape Canaveral
Working for CNN
Carolyn Devonshire
With a news bulletin
In less than three days
The second comet will hit home
All the worlds governments are working
To halt it's destructive roam
Here at NASA
They are preparing a shuttle
To carry a weapon
Deadly but subtle
Scientists from Russia
China and Japan
Are working together
To save our lands
Inside these hangers
A mission is planned
To arm a shuttle
Electronically manned
Aboard it will carry
A weapon of power
Once it strikes home
We await the meteorite shower
In the NASA control room
The count down begins
Our world as we know it
Under three days from its end
The engines roar
As the rocket zests
Inside the shuttle
Is a cargo that's blessed
As it hits Mach 23
It disappears from our view
Beyond our world
A mission so true
With the comet in sight
The shuttles doors now agape
Releasing a small craft
With flags of the world, proudly draped
The shuttle that's followed
This comet of death
Captures the moment
Man left it reft
A craft coloured gold
Approaches at speed
Reaches the comet
Blessed by all creeds
A blinding light
As bright as the sun
Destroys the comet
As the meteorites run
The second shuttle
Is peppered like earth
But she makes it home
Her witness, well worth
On CNN
Footage is shown
The death of a comet
In obliteration blown
How many more
Are lurking out there
As we await their entrance
We stand together, and beware
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy-8.php
Love
Love is but a word
To describe such an emotion
in a four-letter word
is the most profane act any human can commit.
Love is Love.
it cannot be defined by four measly letters.
Love is more than art,
more than literature,
you cannot fully describe it.
It is a unique experience,
yet anyone who has every been madly in-love
knows exactly how it feels
Yet, they too know that "love" is not an accurate analysis of that emotion
Love is beauty,
Love is peace,
Love is happiness,
Love is Joy,
Love is all around us, really, if we choose to see it.
Love is more than a four-letter word.
And I wish, there was a way, to accurately describe,
the intense, beautiful emotions,
of being madly in-love.
But I find myself,
committing the most profane act
a human could do,
In me hoping to convey to you,
what I think of you.
I love you.
For the love of my life, Dj.
what forms shapes of thought
that understanding exists
between opposites
contradictories
languages and their meanings
negated and cleared
that understanding
exists between opposite
forms and shapes of thought
stan sand
< amidst thy shell's core
healing of ones soul begins
with ......... wholesome cleansing
I bought her a bunch of blue violets and roses of red
Pure romantic thoughts were going around in my head.
Thought I'd surprise her and went round to her back door
There she was with my best friend, sprawled out on the floor.
She saw me and screamed saying "it's not what you think"
I lost one of my gold earrings under the kitchen sink.
Her face was red as beetroot, my former friend too
We exchanged insults and the air then turned blue.
Well I'm certainly no idiot and I have travelled worldwide
And it opened my eyes that she was taking me for a ride.
But there's one thing for sure, it killed my romantic mood
And you don't search for an earring when you're in the nude.
Written 8th February 2022.
NOT FOR CONTEST.
It's hard to imagine what goes through our minds
Of someone willing to end their life for a cause undefined
It's a mystery to me
I'm unable to see
Justification for this horrendous act of man's decline
The most noble act in all the world, I think
To back away from war on the brink
Seeking peaceful concession
With reparation
Restoring
Peace
Endorsing
Calm separation
Mutual declaration
Leaves both nations prospering insync
The most noble act in all the world, I think
Written March 28, 2022
[an Andaree, developed by Poet
Andrea Dietrich, with one small
variation. Syllables checked by PS]
#72 on BEST NEW POEMS LIST
April 22, 2022
Any act of kindness,
No matter how insignificant to us may appear,
Never goes unnoticed by heavens
If
With pure love is imbued and by true compassion,
Embraced!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
21 December 2015
Word has reached
A distant planet out their
Semaj, this ancient Celt
In ancestral despair
His droid Etto
Has bulletins relayed
The last human on earth
In final death display
Civilisation as he knew it
Has gasped its last breath
For the butterfly winged angels
Has left earth in death
For once again their desire
To gain the orb of life
Has left the world as he knows it
In death dying decaying strife
For weeks he travels
To a world he once knew
In ancestral pilgrimage
Answers he pursues
He arrives through earths atmosphere
Human eyes will never see
He lands near Loch Torridon
Kingdom of the King Kane family
Whats left of his village
Bodies drained of their life
Children and the elderly
Man and his wife
For the very last time
He views his ancestral surround
For on these peat laden glens
Black Roses abound
Alba, his country
In death dying decay
As he speeds through its glens
Black Roses display
He reaches the lowlands
And its riches of soil
But nothing else grows
Black Roses spoil
Moments later
There is the sound of a sonic boom
Black clouds above separate
Lights appear through the gloom
Okay, Okay I'm sorry
I don't know how you feel
I won't do it again
Please hear my appeal.
I never realized
What I was doing at the time
I never realized
That it was such a horrible crime
I promise I won't forget
It'll never happen again
So please don't dial nine-one-one
Please don't turn me in.
I swear to you, I do, I do
That I will be more discrete
And every time I use it
I will put down the seat.