Best High Ranking Poems
" A close friend was betrayed by one of the Chiefs
and was tortured to death by being roasted slowly while strung up
high on a tree branch.
His misery was rich.
His name was Red Spirit in English.
I'm very proud of the Roman's achievements in law and architecture.
They were a very strange race,
very hostile & very obedient to a sense of honor which is why they could be so easily manipulated by law.
At that time in particular I specialized in making men into Gods.
Those were good times,
making marble from concrete."
you mention your admiration for the law,
some would say that you are a lawless Being
like a stone that ignores gravity,
a Jew who rejects scripture,
Satan said,
" There are two forms of law, real & unreal, defacto & dejure,
there is color of law and organic law,
natural rights and government codes.
Ultimately there are only two types of law;
jurisprudence designed to control others actions, which presents
consequences for violation and compliance,
and then there exists personal, subjective law,
otherwise known as principle or convictions.
Every man or woman performs according to their principles,
even if choosing to comply with laws foriegn to themselves.
This is how slaves are made,
people in bondage choose to be enslaved,
they accept the domination of another as mans' thought often permits
passion to terrorize, or tantilize judgement.
Law is like a rainbow,
one picks their favorite color following it all the way to the horizon." ,
what about God's law I asked,
historionically He remarked,
" God has His laws and I have mine."
Next I asked, have you ever been in love with a mortal?
" Oh yes, many times, take a look at this."
He handed me a thin, square golden casing
having an arabesque pattern etched on it,
when I touched the item it was as though an ancient sea breeze swept over me ,
He continued, " Open it, thats Tamitha,"
He was eager for me to be eager, I said,
" Shes got a smile similar to yours."
Tamitha was the daughter of a high ranking warrior named Bartos
in a large Germanic tribe
protecting the Rhineland from incursion."
J.A.B.
Kenya Ayanna Night - She works to the
BNB
bank high position. Kenya is best friends
with Nubia. She is the love interest for
Malik.
Malik Maxwell Williams - He is the leader of
The Black Crime Syndicate. Owner of a
junkyard. Malik is the love interest for
Kenya.
Nubia Bunny Noella - She is the owner of
Hair City hair salon. Nubia is best friends
with Kenya.
Mecca - He is a high ranking member of
the Black Crime Syndicate.
Jade - She is a Chinese woman the leader
of The Jade Dragons.
Steve Young - He is a Corrupt prison
officer. A member of The Green Nation.
Edward Davis - He is the Owner
of Club Envy.
The Jade Dragons - An Asian Criminal
organization allies to The Black crime
syndicate
The Green Nation - A Criminal
organization who's members are corrupt
police officers, prison officers, city
councile men.
Green Haven - The name of the city where
the story takes place.
The Black Crime Syndicate - A black
criminal organization. The
symbol for The Black Crime Syndicate is a
snake coiling around a pyramid. Allies to
The Jade Dragons.
London Price - A prostitute for The
Green
Nation.
Paris - A prostitute for The Green Nation.
Club Envy - A strip club owned by Edward
Davis.
Phil - He is a high ranking member of The
Black Crime Syndicate. Phil is a dog
breeder.
Amber Forest - the second in command of
the Black Crime Syndicate.
Jewel -A member of the Jade Dragons.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka The
Brown Philosopher aka The Green Poet
aka Red Seven
he grew up in the city of hard knocks
running wild avoiding dirty cops
BROOKLYN is his home and the ghetto is where he roamed
from a child he always was a fighter
only when he got older did he become a biter
he got into trouble so many times
finally he got locked up for his crimes
he started boxing to relieve his stress
eventually becoming one of the best
his relationship with robyn was touch and go
could of been a reality show
he was abusive and hit her alot
she finally called the cops and he got caught
that wasnt the end he went through more
committing a rape behind closed doors
he did his time and was released
came home a natural born beast
through the years he tattooed the left side of his face
marking his territory and showing his place
he was granted permission to box out the country
that was when it hasppened on live t.v
he had some kids in between his bids
went from rich to poor thats what he did
today i heard the saddest news
his four year old daughter is on life support
we are no judge in a high ranking court
let him be in peace cause life is short
BEST WISHES AND PRAYERS TO YOU "IRON MIKE TYSON"
A newspaper and a Widow
The old widow across the hall
has been coughing loudly during the night
I thought of knocking on her door.
Decided against because of the virus she might have.
Well, she is not coughing now.
I have read the guardian newspaper a confessed
paper for “the educated middle-class” I should not
read it as I´m not their class of people nor do I wish
to become one. I used to write comments to there
but was barred, so I use Twitter instead
but it has some good writers, so it is worth reading.
There are times when the paper is left-leaning,
but it easily panics and hurries back to safe middle ground.
I´m worried about the lady across the hall, her husband
had been a high-ranking officer in the army, she is
too quiet, perhaps she is dead, I better speak to the porter.
Stipulations of mild stripy animals can be seen even in a misted monument. As money is a molestation and global percentages is often hazardous. Such jeopardy in high ranking offices. Wow. Penalisation of a queue of poor is a sour and act of radicalised clerics whose antics displease the wibble wobbling signature lines of many a balanced sky temple. So skit not a wild free grass skirted cat. For it us the beams of life that will induce freedom formations. When leaping over a hurdle of biscuits take care not to erode timeless meaninglessness chatter as boxes are utilised to contain essences so do not dare to argue with a rolling pin nor discuss dietary requirements with angelical mildew mops. Moving on. Zombified trolley dashing wisdom lacking duped. La la la.and I am laughing haha *** dramatically shimmering chimney stack in a tropical weave. Xxxx mysticism xxxx clip clop
This poem was written by my brother - in - law Bruce Saks who is a high ranking member of
the New York City police force.
T'was the day before Christmas and all through the School
Not a child was talking ...not a break of a rule
The halls were all empty ....the classes all filled
The children all learning...the teachers all thrilled
The books were all open ....the pencils so worn
From the writing of children ...oh my what great form
A voice on the speaker shouted out with such glee
What a great job you're doing....you teachers you see
Now the bells all had sounded and the tots all on line
Not a peep in the ranks ...not a voice ...not a whine
For lunch was on hand and the day was half done
Another few hour of this great joyous fun
We started our reading ...we all read our books
We read...and we read...not a peep..not a look
I looked at the wall and the clock had said three
And the bell it was ring for the children and me
Goodbye all you sweet ones...whose such fun and such joys
Can't wait till tomorrow for you girls and you boys
Then all of a sudden my eyes opened wide
To the ring of my clock that just shook me inside
Yes it was all just a dream with my full day ahead
Of pencils and reading and kids to be fed
Oh what a thought ...if it could happen that way
A beautiful vision makes a beautiful day
So I.m back in my room and a voice soon speaks out
F from that box on the wall...with a shriek and a shout
A meeting at lunchtime that you all must attend
No excuses accepted...you must stay ..till the end
No I 'm not dreaming ...but this I will say
That tonight in my bed at the end of my day
I will lay down and dream of a wonderful thought
Of all the young children that all I have taught
Then all of a sudden my eyes opened wide
To the ring of my clock that shook me inside
Yes again I have dreamt and again I will say
Can't wait for my bed at the end of the day
A deadly invasion peels back to set a strong formation
Bleeding to take place over the intrepid detestation
Radiant ways light up the new nation
This was a fight of solitude to overtake bureaucratic dictation
Supervised by the infamous salvation to exploit the greedy celebration
Ways of the world never have tread waters this dreadful
Nefarious corporate take downs fill blackened hearts full of need
More of the evilest sway becomes guaranteed
Big brother exploiting another will never concede
The communal bliss has to succeed
The rapture dictates as the high ranking tyrant is woken
The carnivorous minds are spoken
This is where the bought souls were converted and broken
A fight was left for the meek left unbroken
It was time for all to buy a courageous token
Victims became legends, as dreams became true
This was reality in the form of loving Déjà vu
As the picture was painted the frustrated now knew
They had to reap with an advanced world view
This was the cutting-edge new age crew
The more who were once programmed started to turn true
Taking love and liberty to the grave it was time to pursue
The wicked now seemed to have hearts that pumped blue
This was something the bent supremacy was never used to
The infiltrated and sedated now preached as the cause grew
The Image comic’s antihero Spawn,
born Albert Simmons, devil worshippers' son,
becomes a high-ranking official in the CIA,
and turns into a capable and ruthless assassin.
To burn him to death, conspires Strinson,
who sends him to rot permanently in hell,
where the devil makes him a Hellspawn.
With the brutally burnt body in pain,
he eventually comes back to earth alive again,
as a demonic sentinel, called Violator,
without having knowledge of his previous identity.
He wanders in a state of bewilderment weary
with the remnants of the failed memory,
till the time he locates his lost wife, Wanda.
When he is told his powers may get depleted,
and to hell he will return divested,
in order to perpetuate his strength,
he seeks for his life a new mission,
performs many antihero escapade actions,
fights the criminals of organized crimes,
demolishing the demon’s domination.
In the long run, his abode is bombed,
he survives, and on revival, hears God as dog tell,
Wanda is trapped in hell.
So, he fights the Satan and saves her,
redeems his love for her who goes to heaven later.
In her memory, Spawn persists to protect the people
from the forces of supernatural danger.
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March 30, 2023
Contest : Spawn
Sponsored by : Robert James Liguori
This plane clad in black that I wanted to see
Throughout this year it has eluded me
My one chance to go and see it take flight
Was thwarted by another venture in sight
A thing of beauty from an aviation view
Built for a purpose, achieving it too
Sinister and dark, appears to float in the sky
Quiet and elegant, it deceives your eye
Wingspan so vast, and eerily black
Alien technology is right on track
With a dedicated crew and ground sustain
The balance of air supremacy will definitely remain
None see it coming and none see it go
Virtually invisible, but it’s been and they know
It’s presence is noted by the damage that’s seen
This plane is stealthy, wicked and mean
An electronics showcase, it has the best spec
Avionics wizardry keeps it above the hard deck
Four General Electrics keep it high in the air
A vast armament ordnance in case of warfare
The crews are high ranking and full of immense trust
For this bird with unbelievable thrust
Nothing in the world can equal this craft’s pace
This one’s a winner in the aviation race
Traitor/Hero
It was half dark in the yard where a group of men with heavy overcoats stood, this was a Nordic country and cold.
We´re freedom fighters but out enemy the occupier of our country, called us terrorists. A bald man showed us how he could subdue a dog by violence and he broke the dog till it licked his hand. We were going to blow up a train, I was given a packet of sandwiches to eat when on the run.
I walked out and saw the building surrounded by soldiers, the dog too was there I bent down to give it something to eat when the shooting started and there were much screaming, blood and noise my disguise flew
off- hat and wig- and I was bald also.
When I got up the shooting had stopped and I walked away followed by the dog, apparently they thought I was the person who had helped them.
A high ranking officer thanked me for saving so many lives.... he offered me a safe haven. Praise from the enemy of my country, knew I was doomed, history would call me a traitor, and there is no safe haven for that.
Meanwhile the man who was cruel to the dog would never be caught.
The powers that be, undefined, ruthless, opaque authority
Shapeless, bodiless, upstanding folk, coercing the majority
Overseeing applications, supplications, ensuring conformity
Specialists in quagmires, minefields, esoteric bureaucracy.
The powers that be, model citizens, high ranking royalty
Peerless above the law, protected from a droned society
Scratching each other’s back, freeloaders, freemasonry
Funny hand shakes, codes, wink wink nudge nudge faculty.
The powers that be, puppet masters, answering to nobody
Church going pagans, planted within god fearing laities
Penchants for young hookers, high class swinging orgies
Masters of the universe, demigods, self serving deities.
The powers that be, off the radar, shirking accountability
Magnates, judges, ministers, businessmen, your attorneys
The A listed, elite, endemic, prevalent, shrouded in mystery
Wrong side of these people, you’ll disappear no conspiracy
The powers that be, yet another victim, where’s Khashoggi,
Are his killers really in prison, more likely given new identity
Some ask too many questions, Maltese journalist Daphne,
Blown up in a car, getting too close, unsettling the fraternity
The powers that be, its not possible I’m losing it completely
Because I believe a certain ilk, walk amongst us with impunity
Live behind walled estates, big donations for political parties
In return, yes sir three bags full sir, here’s to your anonymity.
By
David kavanagh
Hello Santa, Nice to meet you this year
I've been very good, come rain or shine
I know what your thinking, you have your fears
But I don't want anything big this time
I just want some books (ten would do)
Maybe some Tolkien, or Verne perhaps?
Some Sanderson would be good to
And a book on how to take a nap
(Insomnia Is very rough)
I also want a lock pick set
One that's strong, and very tough
And this time around I do not want a pet
Now, I know what your saying, You haven't been good
Coal's in your future, you can knock on wood
Well, I know I mocked that presenter
But he was as bad as Lincoln was good
And I know I became my family's dissenter
But truth be told they needed one
They always were a sheepish bunch
They always had the same kind of fun
Then I went and ruined their lunch
And that time where I drunk my sister's drink
She had no label on it!
She knows it was that or the sink
It's her that needs to take a sit
Now, I know your naughty list has my name reserved
three years running, I've been bored
But this year Santa, Let me tell you
To invest in me, though undeserved
You see I wrote a letter or two
To some high-ranking fellows at the Station
This Fellow named Tom and One named Tim
Is letting me do a presentation
If I a piece of coal (Or five, or ten)
I'll say You did me a great disservice
I'll talk about you all day
And you'll be right to be nervous
I'm sure you know what I will say
So dear Santa, I expect to get my presents
Or else I'll do some newsy segments
the valley of horror
On my way to the shops in the charming one horse
town called Benafim, I took a shortcut through
a narrow valley like a mensur scar in a high ranking
German officer’s cheek
When down, I regretted my rash idea, airless and still
no birds sang there, and no rabbits crossed the path
sharp floret bushes ominously murmured veiled threats
The trees were pale and long since deceased.
The sun didn’t reach fully here; deep shadows were
dark, murderous spooks waited, the soil was rusty
the blood of those who didn’t find the way out.
I froze and sweated, the track appeared endless and
my dog had disappeared.
Finally, at the exit, I ran the last 50 meters, the dog
waited for me, sensible she had taken the old road.
I was told by the villagers no one walked the there
a massacre from a war forgotten the evil continued.
A lovely voluptuous oriental maid
Dark and beautiful her luscious mane
Strange dark eyes held a magnetic pull
Ivory skin gleamed from within
Fell for a high ranking man of God
Used and rebuked in disarray she collapsed
Hated by women and shamed by men
Vowed to gather her ever falling name
Proud she stood in all that dirt
Able and strong in her inner strength
A glorious transformation, rich and luxuriant
Gushed into the sunshine of freedom
Her marble coolness and hidden passions
Raised her status from a fallen woman
With kindness and an ever loving heart
This immortal flower in the world of sin
Wild and wilful, and abundantly sweet
A Goddess or Saint or a demon’s offspring
Proved the might of a woman scorched
By leading a life of her own creation
Leaving behind heartprints of kindness
And courage to stand alone and stop abuse
By-Tahera Mannan
For Constance La France’s ‘Tell Her Story’ contest
The flicker of light green catches the corner of my eye
From clothing of leaves worn on the trees
With sun shining between the wooded shade
For a moment, I thought a spark of wisdom ignited
To solve life’s problems abound
But, there must be more than one voice
And censorship should not exist
Imagine some high ranking people restricting other’s speech?
Yet it happens in these days!
The wildlife speaks freely, bringing us comfort in songs
Coming from those flickering leaves
Where the breeze moves smoothly along
And I must say, our voice should flow too
Flickering, shining, on every bit of truth
We should never give in to silencing
Leaving us standing like bare trees with nothing to say!
Heidi Sands
6/7/21