Best Garrote Poems

There is an abysmal void in the hollow of my breast
where once my heart pulsed, now weak and weary.
I cannot quell emotions your death has repressed
since our cord of silken threads has come unraveled.
Malaise in my heart leaves me cold and dreary.

I long to embrace...

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While waiting at the river Styx, in twisted time untaught,
from branches of the gallows tree, in recollections wrought,
your soul, a beggar’s blanket, hangs in crazy quilted knots,
with dangling pearls and diamond studs in dripping crimson clots,
midst gaping wounds and bulging eyes like fouling apricots,
for wrapped...

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Continued from Part 1

               “Upon your knees in golden naves, while peeking through the slots,
               You horded...

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He loved to take his ladies to the Point,
a place that only locals knew about.
He hated bars or any kind of joint
where common folks with wagging tongues hung out.

The Point had a view of all the city.
Far from the crowds, it had the perfect spot
where...

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Through Their Eyes

The Poetry Murders Part 3 in the series

Murder She Wrote

It was a dark night with a full moon
The alley narrow, my hopes high
My footsteps echoed in the ears of the invisible
I quicken my pace
I had an eerie feeling, fate waiting
At the next gate
I...

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PSYCHOTIC JOURNEY
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS


Feeling really beat,  I went to bed early last night
Suddenly awakened feeling something’s not right
There was total darkness, I was not in my room
Lying on a cold flooring, with a feeling of doom
Hearing moans and murmurs the sounds of pain
Someone close...

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Grandma’s brown knuckles crinkled 
As she gently peeled the heirloom 
Potatoes, discarding the brown-
Skinned strips into the garbage
Bin. She was at home here, alive 
And aloud, tastes and scents mingling 

In the air like wispy fairies in Neverland, mingling 
With the mauve, sun-kissed raisins lying...

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Fred’s feeding his neighbour’s pet parrot,
He replaced its water with claret,
Poll dropped off her perch
Now Fred’s in the lurch
and claiming it choked on raw carrot

Big trouble is looming for Fred
As Polly is very much dead
The neighbour is Fred’s boss
He’s fuming at the loss
So Freddie retreats...

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Gasoline tears

The truck
Plows forward
Into the masses 
Blood and destruction
Morality hijacked by abduction
Evil deeds pervade these cloudy days
Compassion is tossed into the sea in place of the devils seduction
Humanity dances with both tears and foe, the meek shall be the victors
Satan’s followers shall face the garrote,...

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Who knew that I would need
shoestrings to escape rape?
I felt safe on a double date, 
the “safety in numbers” misnomer.

He came on like a ten-armed
octopus with suction cup hands.
The couple in the back seat
were obviously in full accord,
based on sounds my ears
were recording.

Out-manned in size...

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This Bard Doth Drink From The Same Well As Thee...

Everybody sharing planet Earth means,
     they moost breathe
     the same befouled air
encircling the webbed material,
     physical, and terrestrial wide world,
    ...

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What doesn’t kill us  ….   may smother our soul
          while brain and body breathe yet, as ever so;
Fragile core pieces may splinter and ache,
         ...

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The hurt is pooling in my throat

and to avert the watershed,
you build the dams I tolerate,
make my demands the stagnant moat
where if the bridge is drawn, I'll drown

So I hold on to stay afloat

Then, once I'm safely back onboard,
your gaze, a hazel gray garrote,
will take...

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5/23/17


Put you to sleep
And six feet deep
Instead of turning the other cheek

Toss you in a box of pine
Where the light never shines

Meanwhile, close by masses pray at a shrine
Every Sunday at nine
Eating a cracker and taking a drink of wine

 As the planets occasionally align
Since...

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catching his goat


my dear
if you aim on catching his goat
you best stop beating around the bush
you best not play in the pasture as a sheep
just go for his jugular
a garrote would do
words in poems, too, work
a contest placement, too
the worse is silence

connie pachecho

1/13/17...

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