Best Execute Poems
You can bleed me blind,
execute my eyes,
victimize my vision,
immolate my imagery,
nullify my name,
suppress me into silence,
slaughter my soul,
execute my ego,
slay my spirit,
veil my verses,
poison my prose,
annihilate my alliterations,
ravage my rhymes,
waste my words,
vaporize my vocabulary,
halt my heartbeats,
but you will never
pause my poetry
Categories:
execute, angst, poetry, society,
Form:
Free verse
Heavenly Father,
Thank You for the many blessings that You have bestowed upon me, especially the affection for music and for the abundant joy that it has brought me throughout all the years of my life.
May this musical offering be pleasing to You and may it make Your heart glad, for it is with tender love and simple adoration that I now give back to You that which You have so graciously given to me to begin with.
May I never take this blessing nor any of Your blessings for granted or in any way think that I had anything to do with the possession of them, for it is only by Your good pleasure that I have any talent or ability to realize the desires of my heart at all.
I acknowledge that I am simply the vessel through which You have allowed these melodies to flow and it is my utmost desire to use them now in praise, worship, and thanksgiving to You.
May those who would hear this music be blessed.
May these notes strike a chord that resonates down into the deepest parts of their souls.
May the Holy Spirit orchestrate, manifest, and cultivate in them a burning desire to know You if they don’t already, and if they do, to know You better.
I humbly ask that You would coordinate my spirit, soul, and body so as to be in perfect harmony; that You would guide my hands to faithfully execute and deliver this composition of gratitude and appreciation, and that through them You would be honored and glorified.
In assurance of faith, unwavering, in accordance with Your will and by the power of the Holy Spirit, I ask these things in and through Jesus’ name, Amen.
Categories:
execute, prayer,
Form:
Prose
There is much to be loved and appreciated about the United States Constitution, and
Heaven, I believe, breathed upon the founding fathers in their pursuit of good government.
England was ruled by kings and state bishops but never were there to be such in New England.
Christianity was indeed the driving force behind the nation, but no religion was to be mandated.
One of the things I appreciate most about the constitution is its God-Awareness and wisdom.
Nothing in history had provided the new nation with the idea of a government of, for, and by the people.
Sudden and swift suicide seemed certain a decade prior, except to those men willing to die for their cause.
Thirteen states united and saw themselves as, "We the people in order to form a more perfect union".
Independence had been fought for and obtained, and now it was time to establish a secure government.
Their time had come to be a beacon, a city on a hill, and it was time for good principled laws among men.
Unity was paramount, but it also required an agreement to disagree when a total agreement was not possible.
Tolerance among countrymen of like purposes was far superior to the intolerance and tyranny of Britain.
It was now time to put into practice, to implement, to execute and practice their plan before all the world.
Optimum care has been implemented, making this document the envy of the world.
Navigating and activating this sacred document need never be a constitutional crisis.
07022019PoSoupContest, Another Eight Word Challenge, Kai Michael Neumann. Chosen word: Constitution
Categories:
execute, america,
Form:
Acrostic
I'm intrigued by what there may be
'neath great depths of ocean and sea
Treasures lost from life's history
A mystery A mystery
What's buried under ocean sands
Pirate's plunder and wedding bands
I dream of finding pearls in strands
With my two hands With my two hands
Ancient vessels, sunken for years
found off the sea coast of Algiers
admired by Mesdames and Messieurs
Toasted with cheers Toasted with cheers
I'd drain one mile of a river
just one briny little sliver
What will its waters deliver?
Would I shiver? Would I shiver?
What secrets do the oceans keep?
Do monsters swim or do they creep?
I long to execute a sweep
In fathoms deep In fathoms deep
Curiosity in me wakes
To dive within uncharted lakes
and sea beds risen from earthquakes
How high the stakes How high the stakes
But sunken relics from the past
remain interred in oceans, vast
Bounty from ships with broken mast
My dream downcast My dream downcast
June 1st, 2022
Fascination and Awe Contest
Sponsored by Jeff Kyser
Poetry Form - Monotetra
Categories:
execute, desire, dream, ocean,
Form:
Monorhyme
If my mind were a war torn map and anxiety an invading force
A thorough search of my cerebrum would avail no remorse
Is there a hoard of grotesque assailants standing at the border
Or do I suffer from tensions dispensed by some mental disorder
None the less I attack first with nothing but the element of surprise
No weapon, no armor, no countrymen, just a crumbling enterprise
I swing my sword in the direction of the pale ghost filling the night
Cutting to ribbons the notion that I released a lost dog in the fight
Misfortune is mine as the battle rages in the back of my optical lobe
Fixated on the fact that there is a fixed fight at the end of the road
Without negligence I execute the figure who seems to be orchestrating
The darkened world in which I have been unsuccessful in navigating
With a cough of blood his mouth released a final exasperating word
A man cannot win when he cannot escape falling on his own sword
It took years of tears, torture, trials and tribulations for me to see
Thine own enemy I could not circumvent was me and my “anxiety”
Categories:
execute, betrayal, confusion, fate, fear,
Form:
Rhyme
What is life?
Life is just eating, sleeping and making sex
to show your identity
that, you have strength enough
to produce kid, to earn your bread and butter
to nurture your child
And to prove the society
that, you have not added any extra burden
etc, etc, etc........
Am I right ?
No, no, no, no......................
Then, tell me "What is life ?"
Life is playing cricket, playing tennis, playing football
and playing other popular games
to show your talent
in front of the people
that, you have strength enough
to make record after record
to create a space in the hearts of people
to generate crores of fan
to reach new heights
to earn million and trillion dollars
etc, etc, etc.........................
Am I right ?
No, no, no, no.......................
Then, tell me :"What is life ?"
Life is doing politics
defeating opposition and capturing power
enhancing growth and accelerating development
and to show your strength
in front of the people
that, you have muscle
to do anything you want
by creating turbulence to execute your need
by killing democracy to capture chair
by mudslinging to cover up your weakness
by blaming rivals to increase pressure on them
etc, etc, etc...................................
Am I right ?
No, no,no,no................................
Then tell me "What is life ?"
You may be a player,may be a politician, may be an actor
whatever you may be
first of all you are a human being
you should have,
a prudent brain, to read the face of innocent
a broad heart, to house billion hearts within you
two strong arms, to extend support to the needy
Yes,
you may not have any penny
but, If you will have a sacred soul
to feed a poor by saving a single bread from you
Then,
time will definitely come
whole world will salute you.
Am I right ?
Then, tell me "Is it life"
Yes,yes,yes...........
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Categories:
execute, feelings, humanity, meaningful, political,
Form:
Free verse
What did he mean
when he said
turn the other cheek?
Does it mean
violence isn't the answer
and peace is always the way?
Is it to deny the natural
carnal response?
To challenge the older laws
that have long been ensconced?
Maybe it's a come on
to the ungodly
"Give me what you got
I have no need to be afraid."
Maybe he meant
our bones are fragile
but our hope is not?
It shall never rust nor decay.
Surely a punch in the face
is no threat to one's life.
If a man put a gun to your wife
would you just let her die??
(surely life is precious
but God have mercy
should it come to this)
Should we cast down our weapons,
trade them for pruning hooks?
Is that what Jesus meant?
Or perhaps, maybe,
it begs you to take a deeper look.
and gaze at the wisdom God has sent.
Does it not surely mean that hatred
can't be snuffed out
by more hatred?
There are many trials we go through
but one thing we must know
is that love should always be sacred.
When he stated
Ye are the Light of the World
does that not imply
that the world itself is DARKNESS?
It's a gloomy forbidding place
with many pricks and thorns:
why add to the harshness?
For now it seems
we see through a glass darkly.
Having trouble deciphering
the passages and what they meant.
What about Romans 13
where it says, Execute vengeance
against those who do evil?
To whom is it referring
and to what extent?
Our limited understanding
leaves us grounded.
NOTE: This was written in response (and inspiration) to Liam McDaid's poem titled Thou Shalt Not Kill. It's a very fascinating topic, and one where I don't quite have answers...
Categories:
execute, bible, christian, peace, philosophy,
Form:
Rhyme
'Twas a timeless and starless era of dense obscurity.
But there! a self-perpetuating luminary--the deity:
Being of old, the first around.
No one knows his age... those numbers abound.
His name subdivides into many.
He can be called by any.
This entity subsisted when nothingness was.
Those infallible feet trod elsewhere made not of mass.
Thunderous lighting flashes he emitted amongst the black void--
the boundless space which was devoid
of the natural lamps now in the heavens--
That sky, base of his majestic havens.
This infinite Universe...his realm,
and it's inhabitants, for ever whelm.
The GOD nearest ministers--Angels, Seraphs, and Cherubim
execute his will verbatim.
These celestial citizens reflect the Omnipotent's refulgency
which allows their physiognomies to remain in juvenescence,
'cause they are the Patriarch's offspring--
Spawns of the King of Kings.
The Matrix of Life molded them and respired in those nostrils immortality.
Personal witnesses are they of his unique ability
as the Creator and Sovereign,
whom decievest not, nor feign.
Thier kindled eyes contemplates the magnificent Physique of Jewel--
The Source of Life which radiates life's fuel--
The Energy animating all living creatures
from since the moment he formed their features.
That Glory Supreme reverberates an elegant nimbus with spectrum,
thereof, the resemblance of his glow pierces the translucent city of gold and gems and
electrum.
O' even earth and its plenitude are his monuments--
Planet rich with elemental ornaments.
'Tis him and he alone...the Genesis of all.
So praise and gratitude to the most colossal!
Categories:
execute, faith, mysterylife, universe, ,
Form:
Narrative
Existing, so removed, in your ivory tower
From high in your loft you wield your power
You weave your emotions like Rupunzel’s hair
dangling enticingly waiting to snare
Keeping your feelings locked behind bars
elusive and untouchable distant as the stars
Seemingly honest and raw and true
easy to trust what you say and do
Woven with steel emotions impenetrable
your victim will feel completely irreparable
You are always right, you never bleed
everything you do plants a calculated seed
Little by little the insecurities grow
eating away at what we think we know
Dare we not question our reality
thinking we know what’s apparent to see
You know what to say how to speak to a heart
your ego unchecked you execute your part
Perfectly played you’ve planted the guilt
how dare we believe what we think we have felt
Go away and come back do not let go
paralyzed with doubt insecurity will grow
Finally the escape before our soul is gone
entombed as it becomes in a deadly catacomb
The climb from this well is steep and so hard
but we leave this hell with emotions chard
The light will be warm and stinging at times
bright days grow longer we know we’ll be fine
Escaping the world of a narcissist
Is full of traps and emotional twists
Be strong and true to yourself and your goal
never again allowing that emotional control.
Categories:
execute, psychological, relationship, , cute,
Form:
Couplet
What do I say?
On this cherry day
At my own funeral
Where I execute and burry
The Burdon I once carried
Where I let go
Of the life, I’ve faithfully married
Rest in peace woman of excuses
Who endured others abuses
That never demanded an apology
Or handed a lifeline to rescue me
I put you to rest
Ashes to ashes
I bury the lashes
From the wombs of untruth
Sayonara
Beautiful Liar
Femininity…Of the enemy
I bid you goodbye
Au-revoir
You coward
The regret, guilt, and remorse
Has run its course
Bon voyage
Weakened frailties
That reigned champion in the lifelong fight of
Me VS Me
Grim Reaper
you can keeper
She was a stronghold
I never needed her
The sorrow of my soul
I am let you go
So that I can fly
© 2018
Categories:
execute, courage, emotions, freedom, goodbye,
Form:
Bio
When the nights turn cold and there's nobody at home,
I want to be that person on the phone.
When nothing seems right,
and the road ahead appears less than bright,
I want to be that person who holds you tight.
When no one seems to care,
and tears start running down your stare,
I want to be that person who's always there.
When pain damages your spirit secretly,
and sadness affects your heart equally,
I want to be that person to rescue your frequency.
When dreams go their separate ways,
and ambition goes up in a blaze,
I want to be that person to provide the desire within your gaze.
When barriers stop your smile shining,
as beautifully as dawn and all hope looks forgone,
I want to be that person who believes in you to carry on.
When happiness exudes your clutch,
and life's struggles are never a crutch,
I want to be that person who receives your touch.
When you manage to make it through,
and you look around to see who stayed true,
I want to be that person who hears you say,
"my Angel is always you".
When romance and commitment are mixed traditionally,
and comfort is thrown in additionally,
I want to be that person you love unconditionally.
When moments are in their prime,
and schedules become demanding along the line,
I want to be that person who receives your time.
When patience is taken to execute the perfect kiss,
and butterflies create an instance of bliss,
I want to be that person you will instantly miss.
When your tone is as joyful as spring,
and you believe you can do anything,
I want to be that person to change your life with a single ring.
No matter our individual flaws,
I wish to take a moment and pause.
Draw in a deep breath and steady my cause,
as I caress your palm and reveal to you "I wana be yours".
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Categories:
execute, devotion, girlfriend-boyfriend, love, passion,
Form:
Couplet
New day, the same circle conversation!
I slow speak my felt truths,
You stumble-spin lame accusations
And another valid topic will thrash itself mute.
We should just get a tape recorder.
Instead of arguing, we’ll just play that
And save emotional voices the bother.
You may not know what happens next,
But I know, I have memorized the steps:
Your chin will raise as your fists flex and
You’ll accuse me of thinking I’m perfect;
I’ll give up on your ability to reflect,
Execute stern hushing for my quiet effect
And we’ll live stiff with no sign of upset.
Stormy emotions from this current singe
May taint our bond with their imprint,
But our love violins aren’t in quit’s bin.
Our imperfect love remains heart-hinged.
We know when this new circle conversation ends,
I’ll be a silenced pinch, you’ll do a pouting binge,
Until need finds us easing for embrace again.
Categories:
execute, conflict, cute, love,
Form:
Free verse
They asked me to go
To the hills, oceans, valleys and deep steeps
To see the beauty of danger
The mighty of height
The glory of width
So that I may sing from the bottom soul
Or may write from the depth of my understanding
Their suggestion is very welcome
But very annoyed to reply them that in my heart i have a bird
It sings all the time from the top of a hill
For the whole humanity living in the valleys and plains
It dives into the womb of an unfathomable ocean
To fetch gems and pearls till untouched
In doing so all the above
I many times fall as a climber falls in a steep
I know the gorges and their networks of trap
Bog is not unknown to me too
Many times I slip into its web
And you might go to wonder and express aw
Knowing that all these lie all time in front of my poetic eyes
Realised in the heart and expressed though the mind
In my soul i hold the whole cosmos
And its untold sorrow and pain
I go through every moment in my veins
Yet I play the string and with the music I dance like a peacock
Laugh like a child, blow and flow like the river and like the wind
No ill for any one,
No time i have to execute the role of a devil
No, i am not a sage, not a saint
I know not all, i am not a fake
I am genuine with human blood and flesh
Yet i keep my thought falling like a fountain
Pure white and chaste
By carving the basic instincts lust greed and the lure of telling lies
I bent like a rainbow when the urge of wanton wanting comes up
Without any bias and prejudice
Right and wrong I judge
True and false I decide with the rays of the sun
With the serene beauty of the moon I distinguish
Between the race of man and the race of dogs
And I do all the things I mention above
With the help of love I get from the waves while kissing shores
And keep riding with the pride of a tip facing harshness
With a consciousness of a hill
I wish not to lose justness
Even if, I fall from a cliff
As I find grace in a star while shooting
And glory in the height of rain drops while falling.
Categories:
execute, blessing, prejudice, , cute,
Form:
Free verse
Sell the kinetic death metal,
see the swivel profits
zooming to the stratosphere
Bloody schoolyard body count
is the cost of doing armed ant-farm business
Collateral damage is the soulless audit estimation
Bottom feeders at the algae low end of the food chain,
eat shell casing scraps
tossed by an unbalanced, warfare Great White nation —
Shark DNA with a ravenous capitalist avarice attitude,
saying: Keep silent minnow sheep,
don’t be fearful of the palpable lead ricochet sensation
As the automatic spark-bark dog manufacturers
howl that the Second Amendment is your security salvation
They constantly belch
that only the mentally ill
unwisely use their adult toys to murder-kill
While they lobby their pet politicians
to bullet execute any national health care bill
Such a vomit reminder
of regurgitated vile hypocrisy
We’re always told
that only the mentally sick
create the carnage from guns
As the death metal lap dog politicians
close more mental institutions
by not providing government funds
Unbalanced hypocrisy ...
lunatic leadership
of high place dark principalities
Green-covered gold lust of Roman greed proportion
guides their immoral decision-making
And the blood flowing in the Republic streets,
those Terminator weapons
will pump-action human life keep taking
Categories:
execute, corruption, death, grief, political,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
She was an estranged angel
On the backbone of a boar
She never put her hair up
Was a missile without a war
She broke a wild stallion
With the motion of her hips
She stifled a chameleon
With the color of her lips
She drowned a hundred hearts
With the ocean in her eyes
She never stayed for dinner
Had a trick bag full of lies
She's the chairman of your love
It's the least you stand to lose
Reinvested into futures
The kind you'd never care to chose
She shone just like a savior
To a crowd of men like me
In the dark and dreary alley
She convinced us we'd be free
She locked our souls together
With chain of solid gold
To wander through the streets
Starving, in love, and cold
On rainy nights she'd tell me
Of the millions she would make
We pounded solid granite
Until it'd crack, until it'd break
She delivered forty hammers
On a bull, without a sound
She had hundreds of 'em stowed
Somewhere buried in the ground
We bore our chains and sang it loud
We wrote a thousand songs
God save your children's virgin eyes
From seeing such a throng
She promised me the world inside
A thimble she'd unhide
Upon completion of a house
Built on the black hillside
She promised me so many things
I believe I did lose track
But if I could somehow free these boys
they'd sure be headed back
To living simple there in town
No vixen to demand
Just a table for to drink at
And to play a couple hands
But the hand that feeds the bread
Now riddled so with grubs
Would never be allowing that
A world with beds and tubs
Her power is a mighty thing
That crushes bone and brow
It brings one to believe it right
To stumble, kneel, and bow
We're just too worn and sore
To ever execute our coup
Best rest until the morning comes
There's plenty of work to do
Categories:
execute, abuse, addiction, angel, betrayal,
Form:
Rhyme