Best Arrest Poems
Don’t!
Don’t put your thoughts on paper
Don’t dare to think out loud
Don’t express on social media
Don’t put them up in cloud
Don’t criticize the useless
Don’t voice a point of view
Don’t flex your vocal cord
Don’t think you’re immune
Six burly officers are coming
Because of something you said
They crash the door early morning
And they’ll tear you from your bed
They’ll whisk you down the bridewell
Slam you in a six foot by eight
The CID will make you confess
About all the things that you hate
You can shop lift for a past time
Carry a machete along the road
Threaten cut all white throats
And never do as your told
Keep your gob shut firm and tight
Take the pen and put it down
Don’t tweet early morn or late night
Decent is only for a clown.
David Cox 29/03/25
Judas led the priests, and most of the elders to see
Jesus praying in the Garden of Gethsemane.
A very large crowd carrying swords and clubs would be
waiting for a signal from Judas. They were ready.
Judas kissed Jesus who asked, “Here’s how you betray me?”
Drawing a sword, Simon Peter who was standing near
Slashed at one of the priests’ servants and cut off his ear.
Jesus then stopped Peter, and the following he would say:
“Those who live by the sword, die by it. Put it away!
Then Jesus said to the crowd that was standing around:
“You believe I lead a rebellion? That’s what you’ve found?
In the temple courtyard, it was me whom you would see.
Every day I was teaching, you would never touch me.
This is the fulfillment of the Scriptures’ prophecy.
Please let these other men go, if you only want me.”
As Jesus was arrested, the disciples would flee.
To the high priest Caiaphas is where Jesus would be.
Matthew chapter 26
Mark chapter 14
Luke chapter 22
John chapter 18
A passionate Gemini fought brutal rule of dictators
There was a clash with the false debaters
Rarely expressed her true expression in house arrest
Because she never wanted to show she was stressed
Twenty years passed by with perseverance
She could not jeopardize everyone’s assurance
Separated from her husband and children
She misses them dearly and accepts the life given
The courageous Aung San Suu Kyi wins glory
This makes the world rejoice writing a new story
Passion seiged my heart
but systole couldn't even hide...
cardiac arrest
warrant to arrest
From the time when your
Birthday start Friends & family
Having fun .....
You may get many wishes & gifts
But on the other hand , I will
Having fun...
To stole a part of your happiness to
Having fun....
& Broadcast my petals of dream to
not wish you ''HAPPY BIRTHDAY''
This year for sending A.............
warrant to arrest me in your Love
with love all
jagdish bajantri
Under lock and key
no way of escape
yet everyone else
is free to roam the streets
Sinking and sinking
suffocating under pressure
Treated as a little girl
with no escape
Can't make my own choices
Stupid me does as I'm told
Left alone in a cold house
with no love
A long time from now
till my release
it's been 22 years
with hope still far off
Many things binding me home
while the other child
is as free as a bird
How can I escape?
How can I gain freedom?
because right now
I'm rotting in prison
Chris Lovelock had talked to a friend
About bringing his life to an end.
But the friend then betrayed him
And the cops came and stayed him
By giving him six days in the pen!
Wealthy thrivers off polarizing put-down strategies
calcify toxic win/lose Capitalization patterns
building up around bicameral governing hearts
of our health-wealth struggling
ebb and flow financial system.
Investment of time and money,
nutrition flowing in established monoculturing directions
tends to stick there,
accumulating ever more fatty tissue,
monopolistic
monotheistic
monotonously chronic issues
of economic heart failure
ensues hardening of political life's
systemic trauma arteries.
More polycultural integrity
of Win/Win co-passion
sustains resonant
ecologically economic enlightenment
and neurologically healthy
resilient political empowerment
where monocultural supremacy,
with stressed-out hardening arteries,
will fail
to optimally thrive,
while sucking in environmental resources
until formerly healthy families
and communities
and species over-consume
and wilt
and fail
faster than our interdependent
systemic healthcare replacement rate.
What do starving and thirsty bio-health systems need from you
with you
of you
through you
to share with you
every nurturing grace we could cooperatively contain?
My answer does not end
with another monotheistic TrumpCard,
or anthro-supremacist
patristic
industrial ballistic
militarized Capitalistic
retributive justice competition.
These are in dynamic opposition
to all reconnecting religious feelings
and thoughts.
Hearts over-flowing with oppositional power-investment
will only further harden current monotheistic death-trends,
traumatically degenerative
EarthCardiac arrest
of panentheistically religious
indigenous
love-life revival.
I got arrested in the state of Hawaii today
for wrongly interpreting a hula dancer's offer of a lei.
KARMIC ARREST
Relentless force; abiding ripper of time
Ceasing moments to effect its consequences
The time keeper that over-regulates time; no mistakes
Spoken of about its witnessed and un-witnessed unspoken acts
After the rain come sunshine; mystified cause and effect
What you sow, so shall you reap.
What goes around comes around
Threatening phrase of karma; zigzagged warning
All these I saw, heard, and witnessed overtime
Still, none of it could change my unflinching iniquitous act
Conscious that it will happen; just a matter of when?
Eventually, it happened at time most suitable for karma.
It happened as it has always been happening
In moments when I have forgotten about my un-forgiven sins
As the ocean current kept my pirated ship sailing
Sailing to an unknown destination that only fate knows
In that moment when I ignored all other obstacles of the ocean
Little did I know that an ice lies in front just as fate has planned
In split seconds it happened; karmic arrest...
Lordvip
She barged through the doors of the bank with her gun
And shot the security guard just for fun
She fired her gun and yelled “Down on the floor,
I’ve shot me one man, I could shoot a few more!”
One customer, Jenna, said, “Hold up, you cretin,
You half witted loser, it’s jail you’ll be gettin,
You charge in this bank with that soppy old pistol
I think I might kick your ass from here to Bristol.”
The robber, fired two bullets into the ceiling
And said, “I shall shoot anybody not kneeling.”
Jenna said, “I’m gonna laugh as you fry.”
The robber said, “You’d better reach for the sky.”
Armed police turned up; one lady arrested
Based on the ‘facts’ that another attested
The robber’s at home playing video games
And Jenna’s in jail for calling her names
And all the police wonder what to expect
Now that they’ve lost any public respect
At lunch break they wonder how low they could stoop
When they’re as inviting as watered down soup.
[What a coincidence; a poem about someone called Jenna enduring an injustice. Pure chance… honest, Guvnor!]
shoes playing footsies
elevated hamper of clothes
bread and water
cell phone
Geisha doll
me
8/23/2018
Dangerous days
Truly , we are living in a world wher life has no guarantee
We have no clue of what's happening in the system.
We are no safe ,The lean people leaving their life through heart stroke.
The young people are suffering from cardiac arrest .
Life has no stability ,now a days..
Dangerous days..
We might be laughing ,standing ,walking but the next moment we are prone to brain stroke ,fell down become unconsciousness ,wake up in the hospital bed.
Dangerous days.
We can't plan our life ,because we might never know of death disturbing us..
Truly ,dangerous days ..
No life has warranty...
We might be proud of technology ,but still no sound knowledge of direction of death..
Technology doesn't stop death ...
We hope for a good days .expecting the life span raise up to atleast 70 ...
Dangerous days..
Kidnapped by the Muses,
sentence now unknown
Thoughts are held for ransom,
will denied the throne
Kingdom banned in exile,
usurper in control
Welcoming confinement,
—house arrest extolled
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)
ONTOLOGY
Water drips from the hairs on my arms, hands
held high to avoid contamination. I can’t wait
to begin. I guess this Adrenalin rush is what an actor feels
before he strides on stage. A nurse helps me don
my gown. I pull on my gloves. Surgeon, king of my domain.
Minions adjust the mirrored overhead light. I grasp my scalpel.
Fractured images explain the process to juniors. Jokey. Calm.
I’m floating on the easy insouciance of experience. My patient’s
elective surgery’s wasn’t serious. But my satisfied smile morphs into
emergency paddles. A flat line – cardiac arrest. Attempts to revive
him fail. I curse, jolted by this unexpected loss. Nothing to warrant
my sense of guilt. And how might I explain to his devastated family?
The theatre doors burst open. His wife, wild-eyed. Shouting. My
husband came to me in the waiting-room. Out of his body. Saying
you think he’s dead. Doctor, do something… Before we can hustle her
out, my patient’s pulse resumes beating. It doesn’t make sense.
Colour rushes back into his face. Nothing makes sense.