Best Assassinate Poems
When we search for answers from egotistic minds,
life is full of meaningless questions that lead us nowhere.
You sabotaged the sandman who brought me my dreams,
corrupting and confusing the clarity of my conscience.
In a world of betrayal, I thought you were my
saviour,
but your promises were sworn from a throne of lies -
where you perch as the king of false pretences.
Tired from being a victim of your insecurities,
I am not your mistake nor your abandoned
trauma.
Fate led my empathic sanity into your labyrinth of splintered hollowness,
confining me within a soulless sphere of unfair
madness,
yet, I still remember how you pledged to show me the moon -
falsehoods which led to an eternal eclipse for my eyes.
You stole the silver sewn with perfectly metered syllables,
calming the storm I carry in cacophonous silence,
but now, all I see is a megalomaniac monster, draped in rose tones of synthetic rhodolite, pretending to be an ivory dove in a horizon of vicious vultures,
hiding behind a decaying province of black petunias.
Your synthetic smile veils your cruel character, afraid that the vermilion you paint across your
sunsets,
will reveal the poison you fed my paralyzed soul.
My ink will always portray your true parasite persona,
about your attempts to assassinate my authentic aroma,
as now i blossom in meadows without your
toxic touch.
Categories:
assassinate, abuse, angst, anxiety, emotions,
Form:
Free verse
Harassing me for days now
Landing on my eyelid
Nosing up my nostril
Tickling my ankles
and every other exposed body part
Little bastard...
Fly-Swatter? Jack be nimble, Jack...
Folded bath towel? (Lamp destroyed)
Raid? Sprayed til I sneezed and choked
and had to quickly retreat outside
(I may have poisoned myself)
Little bastard...
Last night it buzzed me awake
I injured various body parts
(Bloody nose, ruptured eardrum)
Little bastard...
I want to murder it
I want to assassinate it
but I want to capture it first
pull off it’s puny little wings
and watch it scramble on the floor
all the while crawling behind
laughing, shouting and jeering
'How you like THEM apple peelings?'
before I jump to the ceiling (Boink)
before I stomp and then grind
in a mad and homicidal rage
Little bastard...
Epilogue:
Whew! I’m feeling pretty okay now
The medication helps immeasurably
I know now why they’re called Asylums
They are refuge from a brutal environment
a world dominated and controlled by---Bssst!!
Little BASTARD...
Categories:
assassinate, angst, insect,
Form:
Light Verse
It amazes me
They say all men were created equally
But that’s denied throughout history
Theirs starts with constitutions revolutions and bravery
They tell us ours is gangs chains and slavery
It’s pretentious
And I’m offended
You started the race just so you could win it
And they did…well they did
Until we realized that an eagle can’t be judge by its ability to be a pig
False metrics
A ruler being held by media outlets rendering our image helpless
They narrate that our great minds are bipolar, out of order or just selfish
Encourage us to swallow your dreams
Beat our women , eat our young and wash it down with the tiniest sips from their revenue stream
And we say nah
Trick no good
Ms Maya Angelo knew
Sojourner too cause Rosa didn’t move so Mlk can spread the truth
I’m not the smartest man on earth but if I wanna change how history looks
The first thing ima change is what’s explained in our history…books
Long live Babylon America the great its the M night Shyamalan planet of the Apes
Long live Babylon America the great its the M night Shyamalan planet of the Apes
Here’s the plan it’s no secret raise your hand and give the answer I agree with
Concentration of Indoctrination now we consider him a genius
Don’t let him look into why Malcolm X wanted to separate
Keep him chasing his tail in circles as we continue to legislate
Tell the only ones that’s special are the ones that did something first
Ignore the names of those that change what was broke but now works
You know what’ll really knock ‘em out of competition?!
Tell ‘em their role models are ball players and musicians
Let’s assassinate all they’re leaders and complain they’re all directionless
Police Kill off they’re strong men n women even though they are weaponless
But keep the freaks in the sheets cuz they women are the sexiest
Add dope to their communities break down the family structure
So it’s really sister Vs sister and brother Vs brother
Father out the home is more pressure for the mother
Strong and independent makes her think a pb and j can be jelly without peanut butter
So what makes you think I want a calendar with 28 days
With 28 names
Of 28 slaves
Lead to 28 graves? I think …..We’d rather have our 40 acres…
Categories:
assassinate, africa, black african american,
Form:
Free verse
in my life-
some have tried to murder my spirit-
to assassinate my soul
with their single-mindfulness
nincompoops mean and nasty
torture brutal massacres relentless
running home for love
mothers arms
and kisses
from childhood to a young woman
I have found my ink
and I send poems wide and far
my soul bleeding
my crime for those with tunnel vision
I am part Ojibway-
in a world ruled by white
always different but not in poetry
except for some-
who come to kill my words
slaughter my poetic soul
murder what I love
nincompoops mean and nasty
sometimes I am befuddled
I stumble
crumble
crumple
puzzle
words are weapons
leaving forever deep scars
my house may be weather-stained
my garden ravaged
but the wheels of time have rolled
now, I have a strength unfathomable
a pride no one can kill
or slaughter
those who have words of misery
stay in your tunnels of hate
with your tunnel-vision
for I am an Ojibway girl proud
with flowing hair like a streaming river
and poetic spiritual soul
and the grandfather spirits in the sky
will ever and forever be my protectors
and I fly with eagles . . .
_______________________
January 28, 2021
Poetry/Free Verse/words are weapons
Copyright Protected, ID 01-1324-456-28
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, Murder in the Tunnel
sponsor, Kai Michael Newmann, Judged 02/12/2021
Fourth Place
Categories:
assassinate, murder,
Form:
Free verse
So, it starts years ago, with protests in the streets
People allowed to lay on the road, block traffic
Then, start fires, attack police, as they’re told to stand down!
Criminals with 18+ offenses free to roam as they please
Thousands others were released from prisons by Obama
Illegal immigrants were allowed to surge into our country
All while violating laws, without consequence!
Now, we have a new president accused of obstruction
While Congresswoman Pelosi, obstructs congress
Withholding articles of impeachment, after the vote!
Hollywood actors and actresses are threatening our president
Even offering to accept money to assassinate him, take his head!
All of this without consequence!
We have the group ANTIFA attacking supporters at rallies
Assaulting people, spitting in their face, without consequence
Then, we have sanctuary cities protecting illegal immigrants
They don’t even allow ICE to do their job accordingly!
Instead, they release them onto our streets to be free,
With prior records of rape and murder!
Now, we have all these problems with Iran happening
But if you look back in time, Obama sent 1.7 billion dollars
He sent the money on pallets to Iran, funneled to terrorists!
All of this was without consequence, no accountability!
This is only touching upon part of what is happening
These are things happening in the United States!
We are losing law and order and without it we will fall!
Heidi Sands
1/7/20
Categories:
assassinate, america, anger, angst,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Adieu Fidel Castrol! Adieu Castro!
What a life, What an adventure!
The west with its sophisticated propaganda
could not kill you. In your prime they sought to
assassinate you, yet the world counted on you!
you were the evil they made us believed you were, yet Cuba had the best
Medical facility in Latin America, you saved Maradona, when the west
Could only but watch, patient Cubans reaped the benefit of socialism
they fed us lies upon lies, invaded Cuban and planted division among Cubans
yet you prevailed, the greatest Latin America Statesman of the 20 Century
Rest on Fidel, Dance on in your victory, sleep on sweet Castro
They labelled you a murderer, I call you a humanist,
Second only to Madiba of Africa!
Hugo Chavez is gone, Gaddafi is gone and gone now is Castro
Hamadinejad has been asleep since he exited the political scene
I dare say the world is getting boring! Vladimir Putin has challenged American hegemony to the best of his ability. May Mother Universe bless us with another soul who would teach how to endure and challenge oppression like you did Castro. Adieu Fidel, I bet the world will miss your statesmanship! Adieu. Love and tears reign as I send these words from Africa!
Categories:
assassinate, death,
Form:
Elegy
Lynette "Squeaky" Fromme,
With Charles Manson did roam.
Tried to assassinate President Ford,
A prison cell was her reward.
2013
Categories:
assassinate, society, violence, woman,
Form:
Clerihew
The Wounded Heart
Have you ever been hurt by the one you loved
Piercing pain as though a knife has been shoved
Deep into the heart reaching the soul
“Oh why, oh why, will I ever be whole?”
Then slowly, with a sorry and kisses you begin to heal
“Really, my love, I didn't mean the sorrow I caused you to feel”
The wound slowly closes leaving a small scar
It is small, outwardly the skin it does not mar
Life goes on and all is well again
“My love, my life, my very best friend”
The sun is shining the moon glows
Children are born, the family grows
Isn't it sad the little signs you ignore
You want to be loved by the one you adore
An insult here, a little put down there
Little lies to yourself, “For me, my love really does care”
It is only their childhood pain that makes them this way
“Yes, with my love, they will get better each day”
A knife deep in the heart reaching the soul
“Oh why, oh why, will I ever be whole?”
The wound starts to open, the little scar begins to bleed
It is not so small anymore, sorry and kisses will not heal it's need
Have you ever been hurt by the one you loved
Piercing pain as though a knife has been shoved
For some it is betrayal, addiction, or physical abuse
What about the children, around their necks you have allowed a noose
To choke out their innocence and assassinate their joy
Look at the faces of your little girl or boy
Is this the life you want for them
Hoping and praying your bleeding heart will heal when?
Without intervention sought by BOTH of you
This bleeding scar will not heal, this fact is true
When you choose to ignore that first inflicted pain
Thinking they really love me and will never do the same
Remember your future children and their hearts that could bleed
If you make poor choices to fill your own need
Have you ever been hurt by the one you loved
Piercing pain as though a knife has been shoved
Deep in our hearts reaching our soul
“Oh why, oh why, will we ever be whole?”
Categories:
assassinate, abuse, addiction, children, emotions,
Form:
Rhyme
Two thoughts come to mind this morning.
The deficiencies in our systems of governance–local, global–
and the first two pages of The End of Faith
in which he mistakes acts of war for religious acts
but recognizes understanding the workings of the world
is not the same as knowing the unknowable.
Every new twinge provokes fear
but what is there to fear? That one won’t live forever?
The year of a man is the day of an inchworm
and 267 years on a reverse-rotating Venus.
A billion of anything is a lot
unless it’s the distance one must traverse to look at God.
How much silence, or tinnitus, can you handle?
A chipmunk cannot for long stand still.
Once the twinge passes I’m off to the next task:
building a constituency for this compassion, that solution.
The dialogue starts with a question. To know the question
is almost certainly to find an answer.
Conflating questions is the commonest of logic errors.
No negotiation unless the violence ends.
Why not talk while we fight?
We can always kill, torture or assassinate between conversations.
Justice, or retribution if you want,
can remain on the table even after we achieve understanding.
Nature is my religion, I know no other,
and community is my church. The sacrament
is policy debate. I attend church everyday.
Our jobs are hymns (the classifieds a hymnal)
and payment for services rendered is sung praise and gratitude.
Walking and talking is prayer.
Strategies to limit or subvert discussion are the only evil.
Violence is one
but not by far the only one.
What’s the hurry to build a highway or free a people?
The secret of life is enjoying the passage of time
and time is the mercy of eternity.
Categories:
assassinate, community, evil, faith, life,
Form:
Verse
Colour
Lights the sky
Sparkling flashes
Noise of firework display -
Guy Fawkes*
Beneath
House of Lords -
Gunpowder plot
Failed to assassinate
King James
* failed in an attempt to kill the king and restore a catholic monarch to the throne of UK. Nov 5th is bonfire night where an effigy ( a guy) is burnt in every town and most houses. Children ask for a penny for the guy, night enjoyed by all.
Categories:
assassinate, firework,
Form:
Cinqku
releasing me - of minutes, hours, days - of being bored,
as age creeps into my bed, and what is left, is in my head
- providing nourishment for my soul – my spirit being fed
by looking glass images, images that slip through the crack
in my day dreams, my nightmares as my brain, I rack
for images, memories, experiences - that lay dormant in a stack
upon stacks - waiting to escape the boarded up shack
that has been the villages claim to justify its existence.
The grounds, the foundations, reasons to take a stance
and say yes, yes there where days when I knew romance
and as ever the fool, no one around to kick me in the pants
as all has become history, – fourteen thousand pages – turn a leaf
and you will find that this one’s life is far to empty, far to brief.
In it – between the covers of seventy-eight – can there be any relief
from all that has been laid before you ?, can there be belief ?,
in what is before your eyes, as you look into what is laid before
you, as I reach in, grab at, touch that slow closing door
with hope that it will be possible to get a glimpse of more
before my soul, my spirit, my essence takes wing, begins to soar
beyond this plane, all the pain I have known before.
In here – these lines – I feel the loss.
Upon this stone – know – I see no moss,
for on here, I offer no direction,
just many hours of histories reflection.
Empty- I feel in this alone place.
Emptiness - I see in this aged drooping face.
Where is ?, that I might seek to go ?,
to gain wisdom, to learn what I do not know
of a world of spirit, of soul, of a fine mind.
It seems to me, little hope to find
- among humanity – the true essence of woman kind
as she entombs all- such waste – leaving all behind.
Oh !, if only the fickle hand of fate
could lay upon these drooping shoulders, in these arms, a mate
that in ones darkest hours, a soft glowing light, shine
upon this old soul and in the light of day be mine
that would share on a world , not to compare
with anything like my world of despair.
The hour has passed, the rest are in decline.
The minutes that remain – with stain, are mine.
There is little I see, that will make life fine,
for the ephemeral time left to me, little will shine
through as I look into the black, storm cloud ahead
that rage, stage battles, assassinate instead
Categories:
assassinate, me,
Form:
Rhyme
supporting the anti-communists in
the Soviet Union from
1944 to 1989---
supporting al-Za’im in Syria in
1949---
installing Shah Mohammed Reza
Pahlevi in 1953 Iran---
supporting Colonel Carlos Castillo
Armas in 1954 Guatemala---
providing weapons to anti-communist
Tibetans, from the mid-1950’s to the
1970’s---
rounding up & supporting the Laotian
Hmong to fight communists in Laos,
from the mid-1950’s to the 1970’s---
providing weapons, money and aid to
Colonel Ahmad Hussein and Colonel
Ventje Sumual’s forces in 1958
Indonesia---
attemped to assassinate Fidel
Castro various times, training
anti-communists to invade Cuba
in 1959 through the failed Bay of
Pigs operation and Operation
Mongoose---
supported coup of Rafael Trujilo’s
regime in the Dominican Republic
in 1961 and his subsequent
assassination---
supported the Ba’ath Party killing of
Abd al-Karim Qasim in 1963---
instigated, supported and provided
money to those carrying out the
coup & assassination of Ngo Dinh
Diem in 1963’s South Vietnam---
supported Joao Goulart’s removal
via coup d’etat in 1964’s Brazil---
supported anti-communist
right-wingers in 1967’s
Greece, killing what had been a
democratically elected government
there---
did everything under the sun to
eliminate the government of elected
President Salvador Allende in Chile,
from 1970-1973, including the
murder of Rene Schneider---
supported the military overthrow
of Argentina’s democratically
elected Isabel Martinez de Peron in
1976---
Categories:
assassinate, life,
Form:
Free verse
DEADLY SIN- LIE
SALIGIA,
Or the seven deadly Sins,
Covers all the probabilities
Of peccadilloes,
That could be committed by the HUMANITY.
Lust
glows up within a man
It is like a sentiment
that can not be brought under control
It can make a rich man a refugee,
Because this sin deprives him of his mores and morals,
And makes him do all the wrongs,
Just to fulfill his desires.
Pride
We all have two faces,
We cover our real image, cover our wounds
Not admitting the pockmarks in our character,
We always keep our real emotions incarcerated
And show the world a conceited face,
Forgetting our hard days.
We assassinate out fears,
And show as if we are the winners of all the races.
Greed
IT develops like a voracious thirst
It creeps like a climber,
Ingests all our emotions
demolishing us from the inside
The want seems to be endless,
Just like wanting a sunrise during a sunset.
Envy
It is like a bane that shrivels us
IT is like a sweet poison that never makes us start the race,
We keep our focus on some other person,
Diminishing our own soul
When we put every thought under rest,
It is too late,
And we never can achieve the wanted position.
Gluttony
Its intake seems endless,
Makes our mind more materialistic,
When we suffer from it,
Everything seems fantastic,
When we realize that
What it has really done to us,
NO one but we are dejected.
Sloth
The body throws out all the energy,
The anesthetizing decline
Converts into redundancy,
That leads us to reverie,
We never try to uplift our position,
Rather we choose to mix ourselves with the ground,
To become a person never ever to be found.
Anger
It rises slowly in our body,
Bubbling our minds
Most of the time the reason is
Incomprehensible
Emotions gone with the wind,
Control converted into ash and dust,
We lose hope, life has no reason
We are into disloyalty and sheer treason.
But then,
All of this consists of one common
Misdemeanor,
That is – Lie and false hood,
It is more than these 7 sins,
It is above all the wrongdoings,
It leads to one sin, to another,
Leading a man to decay
And sentiments to be smothered.
Categories:
assassinate, inspirational
Form:
Narrative
We Are Being Watched
By Elton Camp
Most anywhere today that we happen to be
It’s likely we’re under some type of scrutiny
On streets and at stores, the cameras abound
Both outside and inside the devices are found
To that I personally have no serious objection
It surely helps authorities in crime detection
For an excessive invasion of privacy it is not
If it can help foil a theft or some terrorist plot
But an annoying practice that we all must face
On the Internet, our movements are traced
Even then some checking might be okay
If violent or treasonous things we start to say
If anyone, the president threatens to assassinate
The government has a right, the plans to negate
When the snooping is done for commercial gain
Some law should require from such to refrain
Assume that on the Internet every move u make
There’s someone who secret notice is going to take
Categories:
assassinate, life,
Form:
Rhyme
The enemy of progress
those whose blood is hostile
and their eyes hold a sword
to the relative
to the friends
who are below them in possession
those who fail to give arms
to the needy
and specs of greed stick to their eyes
for crispy wish for wanting more
The enemy of progress
those who rain of mercy
in their eyes
cannot splash on the family
nor the relative
the good to the outsider
The enemy of progress
the generous whose generosity
is like pouring water
in an already filled container
those whose generosity
are to the rich
not to the needy
The enemy of progress
the salary collector
who leaves work
to a co-worker
or to another person
under the guess segregation
and take seat one on one
for prattling
with the congenial workers
The enemy of progress
able men and women
that ought to work
but embrace laziness
able boys and girls -
graduate
who ought to learn handiwork
or that ought to farm
farming for the society
farming for the community
farming for the state
farming for the nation
and the world at large
but rummaging the city
years after years
waiting for white cola job
The enemy of progress are those
who hail big man in exotic car
with expectation of token amount
The enemy of progress
the young who are dogs of the rich---
the politician
those whose work is to bend
and assassinate
for their masters to have
their way
The enemy of progress
You and I
that segregate
in the family
in the society
in the community
in the state
in the tribe
and the continent
The enemy of progress
You and I
that in one way or the other
causing obstruction
to the well develop
of a friend
society
community
state
tribe
and continent
Categories:
assassinate, abuse,
Form:
Free verse