Best Kidnapper Poems
Being in the NOW
This is a simple secret of happiness. It is so simple, that one may wonder, “How something like ‘Being in the NOW’ can guarantee eternal happiness?” But it can. It is a sure way of living with peace and joy.
It’s a big challenge
While it seems so simple, being in the NOW is a big challenge. We are slaves of our mind and we rarely achieve this state of being in the NOW. The fault is not ours. The fault is that of our mind. Before we know it, it slips into a thought of the past. Gone, our NOW is kidnapped! By the time we catch the kidnapper, the mind, and bring it to the table, it gently jumps into the future. It hijacks our life to a new destination. Yes, it holds us to ransom, and the biggest problem – we don’t even know it. It is a big challenge to be in the NOW. But if we can, we can be assured of peace and happiness.
The NOW is peaceful and blissful
Just for now, focus on this moment. Breathe some fresh air, as you count your blessings. Just look through your beautiful eyes and enjoy the nature you see. Stop and hear some amazing music. Don’t think. Stop your mind from drifting away. Just be in the NOW and do what you love to do. Maybe it is making love, but don’t let your mind think of how your heart broke when you made love last year.
Being in the NOW
Just enjoy the present moment. If you prefer, just sink your teeth into your favourite fruit and enjoy the moment. For you, it may be just playing the piano. Whatever makes your moment blissful, just for now, do that. You will find so much joy and peace.
Why lose this moment?
When the NOW can be so beautiful, why lose it? It is sad that we don’t even realize that we are losing moments, moment by moment. The NOW is ours, but somebody robs it and the NOW is gone. We let our NOW get destroyed. Not just that, instead of being happy and peaceful in the NOW, we permit our NOW to be filled with misery and sorrow. What a shame! We must resolve not to lose this moment. This moment belongs to us, it is ours. It is our biggest treasure. It is this moment and the next and the next that actually constructs our life. Moments create days, days create weeks, weeks create months, months create years and all of these create our life. If we lose the moment, we lose life, a life that was meant to be peaceful and joyous.
Love, is power thereof in many notions of life
one conscience of two notions, chaotic or *cosmos
how can life be right of a notion... chaotic
or a *plagion nature be instructor of the cosmos
therefore learn from the power of who you are
let the godly nature, teach the plagion soul
The dark shadows of death’s nature looms
in the shadows of the illusions of false self
shadowed, illusions creeping, having no power of self
as darken images from true selves divided appear
under cover of counterfeit shadows in motion...
evil trees producing only fruits of death
Counterfeits selves appear as light comprehends darkness...
pending a choice made... to be or not to be *Agape,
love... one conscience... one power... cosmos or chaotic
the choice Precept... by Agape’s intellectual decree
verse life’s concept, to be or not to be of love’s decree
a light of love or darkness of death in shadowed illusion
* Cosmos - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
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The cosmos is a complex and orderly system, such as our Universe; the opposite of Chaos. It is the Universe regarded as an ordered system.
*ORIGIN from Latin plagiarius 'kidnapper', from Greek plagion 'a kidnaping'.’
*What is agape love? - GotQuestions.org
www.gotquestions.org/agape-love.html Cached
Question: "What is agape love?" Answer: The Greek word agape is often translated "love" in the New Testament. How is "agape love" different from other types of love?
Adjacent to Magic Mr. Coffee
Miss Sunbeam sits anxiously
atop the frigid Ms. Frigidaire
Grab two of her offspring
She protests perniciously
and shrieks ‘Kidnapper!!’
Madame Cuisinart murmurs
‘C’mon, right here in my slots
Oooh! Yes, you NAUGHTY boy’
Shove down her handle and hear
one victim exclaim to the other:
‘Hey bro, I think we’re toast’….
Damn RIGHT you are Sunny Boy
and don’t you dare burn me
then try to butter me up again
Bzzzt! (A shocking turn of events)
The Saviour And The Waif
Waif like she lay, half-submerged in the receding flood
Nor heat nor sun she knew in sleep,
Woken from her age-long silence,
The stony bed happily her weight did endure,
As the nymph lay helpless in its arms.
A saviour saw this angelic waif and
Touched was his crumbling broken heart,
From terrorist camps had he been swept,
A companion he found in this cherubim form,
To safety he would return her if parents be found.
Rippled with fear her eyes did open,
Stammering for parents dear her tears did flow,
Aghast was her saviour to hear her tale,
Abducted was she four seasons ago,
Taught to pauper in this miles away land.
The saviour and waif silenced to the core,
Tattered and battered trudged clinging to each,
Traversing this ravaged Paradise on Earth,
Hoped to escape to their own distant meadows,
A return to kindred joys these flooded waters had destined.
Balveen Cheema
September 9, 2015
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Sponsor:Broken Wings
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The reference to the pauper was based on a seven-year-old girl, Megha, abducted from Mumbai and taken to Srinagar and forced into begging. However, when the floods came in 2014 the kidnapper abandoned her in Srinagar. A social activist finally united her with her forlorn parents. Kashmir, like many other beautiful places, is also infiltered with terrorist activities.
Old evening, Sun-set,
No more classrooms next , it’s a vacation till July be coming,
Inside sand we played , making castles of clay,
Chit-chatting with the doodie, mapping to spend holidays.
Soon a beardy man, in a weirdie manner
orders us to walk back home.
Air is cooler, we wanted to stay more,
Still we packed our legs for bidding a goodbye roam,
He is their with two watering cans, tap tubes ,
Sits between the plants , carefully noticing the marching ants.
I peeped to understand whats his plan,
Friends could not wait,afraid of the night and getting late,
Plus this old man has a look suspicious , face is hidden ,
Holding a knife he keeps the scissor grounded ,
Just like a bad kidnapper, perhaps our minds over-judged.
Now what I have is two options,
To be a good listener or a keen observer,
Friends left me beside this theft ,
Boxing soil, voices could be heard perfect.
His head almost 180 , lips read “You’re still here kid!”,
“Hmm … Yeah … I am “,
“Could you please connect the pipe to the taps over there”,
I did the help , asked him “what are you after?”
“Am the gardener, looking over our plants here”,
“So you are a Plant Doctor who treats them better”
“Haha.”
Then he opens magic from a tiny bag,
Tells me these are the flowers which he will sow here,
Sunflowers, roses , sweet fragrance alongside
little Tulips , and Lilies.
I loved them, watered them in the garden.
We discussed a lot about plants and seasons,
He is a bit sadder about the birds in summers,
Not well feeded, plus flying faraway places to fulfill their thirst,
Unfortunate ones are killed and
its on us to better this worsening situation.
“So what can be done Doctor?”
“If we could provide them a pot of water wherever its open,
Can scatter rice and beans for such empty stomachs”,
Feathers will flourish and will cherish the air they are living,
Make them happier , nature can become lovelier.
This night,
I hope to take care of the nature just like him,
Try to teach everyone the joy of planting and feeding.
Ideas so many quibbled in my mind
I can't see what's the best, the better or I'm blind?
help me find the solution
my head aches for this question.
Crime novels I love to read
think the way criminal minds did.
Investigate like the CSI works, but
getting away with murder, what's that?
Burried alive under the moonlight
followed by gangster in the middle of the night.
Shouting, crying, panicking
how should I escape, I'm asking.
Hostage by kidnapper, well, if i'm rich
or being hold-up in the streets of witch
all of which could take place
you or I can be killed in such deadly grace.
I found in Kinsey Millhone's mystery
her style of defense in different scenery.
Bravery and courage I learned from Maggie
in the Moonlight Becomes You, she managed to be free.
Victims are many but criminals are out
evidences are weak, they're afraid to speak out.
How to get away from murder
is my question, give me an answer.
Getting away with murder
my concern is just an issue but further
problem may arise, if I die
you, them and many will cry.
(11-Oct-09)
D’Angelo was a baa dass rapper
Cops suspected he was a kidnapper
A gal climbed into his van
When questioned by a g-man
Rapper claimed he was a ‘Whip-Her-Snapper’
Actor Enacts
Banner Contracts
Censor Objects
Director Cuts
Editor Chucks
Grammar Pontificates
Hair-dresser Sets
Insurer Ensures
Jotter Notes
Kidnapper Attracts
Lover Sings
Murderer Kills
Narrator Describes
Oscar Signifies
Producer Promotes
Quaver Tones
Recorder Mixes
Singer Rhymes
Theater Plays
Utter Dialogues
Viewer Cries
Writer Thinks
X-Factor Denotes
Yodeller Yells
Zipper Closes
"but the show must go on"
Down the road, near the town,
No one knew where she'd be found.
Stolen from her bed at night,
Waking to find her gone was a fright.
The window curtains blew gracefully in the wind,
Their ironic dance of doom was a sin.
The ladder was left among the broken glass,
The kidnapper knew they would never be found if ever asked.
Down below a search party grew,
But where to look nobody knew.
Near the park where she loved to play.
Under the bridge that lie close to the bay.
Up in the tree house hidden in the willows.
In the basement blanket fort snuggled in the pillows.
On the swings down by the old school.
In the neighbors backyard swimming in the pool.
But nowhere that they looked did she appear,
Losing her forever was their biggest fear.
They could still see her in their memories,
But all of that was gone on the first gentle breeze.
Weeping siblings and a mourning mom,
Could to be that she was really gone?
They lowered her down into the silent earth,
She'd lived in this sleepy town since her birth.
Nothing like this had ever happened here,
So why her? Why now? It wasn't fair.
The flowers where placed upon her grave,
All through the service her little sister had been so brave.
They all went home but things just weren't the same,
What had happened had brought the whole town to shame.
She died at the too young age of seven,
Earned her wings and flew to heaven.
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Everyday, I awake, body as stiff as a
Board, or a slab of concrete.
My kidnapper stabs at me all over, no hiding for me,
So, I limp and gasp at my limitations, and cry.
I cannot recall a time without kidnapper, pain.
I wish often not to awaken again
For this type of restraint cannot be logical
Making me crazy.
"Governor" Pritzker has a plan.
There will be no cash bail for the criminal clan.
The arsonist, murderer-kidnapper, and
garden-variety brutes are in celebration.
From beyond his gated walls, he boasted
that this will make citizens safer.
Pritzker has planted land mines in the community garden.
Innocents will be forced to do the weeding,
Lock and load, my friends. Pray if you must.
The purge begins on New Year's Day.
see {Safe-T act}
She is a mob
looting my sleep
rioting through
the alleys and lanes of
my blissful solitude
She is thieves
a thousand strong
who burglarize
my dreams
until the reprieve
of a restless dawn
Kidnapper of
contented hours
who demands
no ransom
but highjacks
every unsuspecting thought
with impunity
She is arson
my undisturbed peace
days unclouded by desire
now shrouded
in smoke
incandescent
in a bonfire
Beautiful
criminally so
but she's so young
so innocent
and serenely unaware
of the chaos
she incites
Here I am agian after another fight.
Driving on a deserted road out of sight.
Wipping away the tears thats blurring my eyes.
So worked up, I didn't see the fog in the skies.
I drove so long, I don't know how long it will last.
My car started to slow, I realized I'm out of gas.
With my frown turned lips, I took out my phone.
But then I seen that no signal had shown.
I tried to make a call, but it had no service.
Looking around I started to feel nervouse.
Then I noticed a car comming behind.
I seen the headlights as they shined.
A man got out of the car and he asked if I was ok.
I told him my problem, as my fear frayed away.
He told me he would give me a ride.
I said yes, never questioning why.
We drove for a while, no town or car in sight.
I started to feel that something wasn't right.
Then he spoke, said it's been a long time.
I was a little confused, then it hit my mind.
He was the same guy who stalked me.
We were younger, but how couldn't I see.
I noticed the change in his personality.
He dropped the nice guy foramlity.
He gripped the stearing wheel, knuckles pale.
I tried to open the door, but I failed.
Then I noticed how it was locked.
I was so stunned and so shocked.
I told him to stop and let me out.
He said nothing, so I started to shout.
He said my boyfriend stole me away.
Keeping his anger barely at bay.
He said he will steal me now.
Says he'll do it the only way how.
He started to speeD the car too fast.
Seeing the 'Road End' sign we had past.
Then I seen the cliff ten feet ahead.
He was so focoused, on he sped.
So I grabbed the wheel and jerked it right.
Spinning out of control with a blurry sight.
We stopped so hard, I felt so much pain and force.
There was a tree we slammed into being the source.
I look and see my kidnapper dead.
I looked at my hands only seeing red.
Still in shock, not seeing the gas soaking the ground.
But seeing the spark and the fire spreading all around.
Before I could reach the car door.
The car exploded and the flames soraed.
the man in the mirror
has seen many thing
sometimes horror
he has witness the death of many
trapped in his brain
he cant feel or see anything
for he is just all in pain
he had to sit there
watch his parents die
from a kidnapping
were he was left alive
the man in the mirror
has had hard times
been hit and bruised
the kidnapper once said
" you got nothing to lose
why dont you just die alone?"
the man didnt give up
for he knew what was right
he kept alive
even though there was pain inside
he lost his family
due to some things stupid
money and greed
killers of the soul
he didnt let his life go to waste
he lived for his parents
and for his family
the man in the mirror is not a hero
but an inspiration
that all should keep on going
even though they lost everything
if i were the man in the mirror
i wouldnt want to try
but to see him get up again
is a big surprise
he stood up
and fought the kidnapper
and set himself free
now he is a psychologist
with a PHD
he helps kids
which had the same fate
or similar experiences
that he could relate
now he is a hero
saving kids every day
from the abnormal
abnormal pain
and the discomfort
he is a hero
with out a cape
A man has kidnapped two people and is demanding 50 million for their safe return.
But people have discovered who the two hostages are and they are not concerned.
Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump are the two people who have been kidnapped.
People won't give a plug nickel for the safe return of those two pieces of crap.
Clinton and Trump won't be coming home any time soon, they are trapped.
If somebody does pay the ransom, he or she will certainly deserve to be slapped.