Best Lethally Poems
s/he who will get locked away,
fried in the chair, lethally injected,
gassed, hung or shot by a firing squad,
resides right in your home town,
right in your neighborhood,
right round the corner &
without the ability to feel guilt
when s/he lies, cheats, steals, rapes,
beats or kills someone,
s/he’s considered to be a major threat
to the stability of
“western civilization.”
and yet, it is said that
most “normal” people don’t make good killers &
that those who join the military have to undergo
such “training” (brainwashing + drugs)
in order to be able to do it efficiently
without the side-effects that would come
with doing it as a civilian &
still, it is said that many soldiers aim high
or do their best not to kill,
especially if in hand to hand or
close combat,
unless they are pushed to extreme limits.
the irony is that those that our tax dollars
send all across the world to stomp on others in the name of our great
empire
(our great policeman of the world),
are those least likely to do what they are being paid to do,
while those that threaten us on a daily basis
here at home,
silently & secretly,
are the kinds of individuals who can win wars.
we humans celebrate the sociopaths
when they kill in our name
when we’re on the side of the winners &
history will be forged in such a way
as to show that what said sociopath leader did
was indeed great,
that in our time of need,
s/he killed without conscience,
s/he killed indiscriminately &
had s/he not been doing it to “them,”
s/he might have been doing it to
us.
Categories:
lethally, life, drug, , western,
Form:
Free verse
Rainbow roses revived
Rainbow rains rising
Rising of ruby rituals
Rising from heartbeat of lies
Lies with opal wings
Lies betray every crown
Crown of the spiritual realm
Crown of a forbidden Queen
Queen reigning with clemency
Queen who thrones destiny
Destiny is an inkless rhyme
Destiny is a slave of time
Time weaves a vault of woes
Time is an eclipse of fingers
Fingers tied in inflicted foes
Fingers script sagas untold
Sagas immortal
Sagas unfurling a sanctuary
Sanctuary of secrecy
Sanctuary of forlorn mists
Mists float in lunar memories
Mists I breathe
Breathe in hope
Breathe in mystery
Mystery hides in midnight
Mystery of masked twilight
Twilight voices silence
Twilight swinging on tears
Tears of honeysuckle sun
Tears homing fears
Fears of illusions
Fears forge fatal seclusions
Seclusion of fertile faith
Seclusion of lachrymose lilies
Lilies lethally fragrant
Lilies bloom in death
Death rebirths a phoenix
Death is a wizard
Wizard of resilience
Wizard of soul
Soul is untamable
Soul is a swan of liberty
Liberty of love
Liberty of heart
Heart sings in passion
Heart is a daisy dove,
Dove echoing an empyrean legacy
Dove admiring the cherry moon
Moon...
Legacy...
Categories:
lethally, art, deep, imagery, life,
Form:
Blitz
Nurse Narcolept’
Give "poetry" a go She said
She said, you won’t never look back
take a lie down on my couch She said
She said, give my poetry a go
she pulled me in deep
the agony was infernally slow
Nurse Narcolept’
and her whip
traced my outline
in a steady stream
of purrfectly pert poems
such an odd sensation
my hands and tongue tied
poetically biting the bit
there was no turning
which way or that
white square or black
right or left
what’s left of right
let alone finding
the most decent
indecent way back
from the craziness of It
the mind caressing the
anima animus id
the cool cats all watching
whisper under
their hormonal horror whiskers
run Dick Run
for those cross-dressers
voyeuristically entangled
run Jane Run
oh what fun
doesn’t walk like a duck
absolutely no quack
lethally tap dancing
gang'star across keys rat-a-tat-tat
no need for a gun
Candide Diderot. ‘24
News for Andy/Iggy Pop
Categories:
lethally, dark, humor, muse,
Form:
Free verse
"Missed"
if you wanted me
to write about
rainbows and unicorns,
I would have to say
romance was never
on the menu of
the grinning soul,
in the days
when war came.
lines drawn in sand, see,
grains easily blow away,
to reveal what of strength,
hard and cracked, yet so
tangible survives underneath
it all, firmly remains.
the thistle with
its royal violet inviolate crown,
its thorns like swords,
persistent, makes its way
to what little light
endures, holds out,
shoots its way through
the fallout clouds.
it blooms
like a revolution.
never changes its
regiment colour.
beauty in survival
allays arid memories
and relishes the rain
to grow new life;
and like a thistle
the petals will-o-wisp
like a halo up into
the sky, far away,
but the roots
remain fixed
strong and
militarily resilient,
day after day.
romance comes
in the flurry of snow
falling on an
upturned face,
faith in something
of grace, offers
a smile that sings
still life doesn't exist here,
tongue outstretched
sensually tasting
a poisonous life
remembering
the last naked
tryst and how
one survived
the assassin’s kiss,
though the shooter
didn’t fare that well.
the shooter
perhaps loved
the target,
too much.
the target saw
the transparency,
reality of truth,
a subtle softness
pouring out
in the bleed, could win
through
the atomic
missed.
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
“This is what comes of military training”, she said, ”born and bred from military - both air and land forces - one becomes habitually practiced and intuitively alert to the enemy's position. Strategically, one is always lethally equipped, both psychologically and physically, in surviving wars on the mortal plane. Particularly, much later in the singularity wars, for a neural neophyte piloting those missions of slippery inter-dimension”.
In the days to follow, this quality in her would stand her well, in both dark and light fields, contradictory yet complimentary, the two warring co-ordinates of the Cross Field in the new domain. It was the place of the in-between worlds, where her mission would be implanted and eventually executed, expeditiously and with great success. Much to her detriment.
Categories:
lethally, dark, muse, romance,
Form:
Narrative
Once a nation
Supremely white as driven snow,
Singularly Christian, white and male,
Purely untarnished, and aglow,
Grandeur unparalleled in fairytale.
Hence a grievance
Punitively bold as bloody hellfire,
Potently prosecuted in seats of power,
Oppressively waged against objects of ire,
Prisms of nonwhites seeking justice in the hour.
Now a leader
Colossally void as sterilized weaponry,
Glibly sanctions white phobia and rage,
Lethally enflames this proto-fascist fancy,
As corporations provide aid to the rampage.
Thus a faction
Devoutly for leader, they stand down,
Steadfastly ready for the order to kill,
All woke-ish elitists, and enemies black and brown,
That white men reclaim their rightful place at the till.
Violence of mind
Shocks no one in America,
Where thugs are part of romantic lore.
With our ascendant authoritarian replica,
Are we ready for what washes ashore?
Published in Dissident Voice: 01/09/22
Categories:
lethally, america, anxiety, culture, freedom,
Form:
Rhyme
With pupils fixed on the collection plate,
Sweat streaming down a wretched face,
And lethally distended neck veins,
He appealed to the sympathy of his victims,
“God wants us all to be rich!” he cried.
“Cast your bread upon the waters!” someone implored;
Maybe an accomplice, a friend or a fool.
“Amen!” shrieked a woman, lavishly dressed,
As she stutters like an old engine and crumbles to the floor.
Is it I alone who have seen this act,
The false prophet, the woman, and the fool,
All part of a ridiculous plot?
It's just another tale from the swindler’s script.
He echoes again the fib from his lips:
“God wants us all to be rich!”
Did Jesus wear Armani suits and ties,
And sandals made from crocodiles’ hide?
The crowd applauded the exaggerated stunt,
As he frolics, shivers and growls,
Like someone who’s drunk.
Remember the slogan that says: “In God we trust?”
Preserve this notion:
The poor will always be with us.
Categories:
lethally, confusion, religion,
Form:
Free verse
« She must suffer to her last breath. (…) They’ll all soon be as Dead as 0-Ren Ishii. »
« That woman deserves her Revenge. And we deserve to die. »
From « Kill Bill Vol. 1 »
I
Two French girls in Paris
one aged thirteen
the other fourteen
together take wing.
The police bring them back home.
Then hand-in-hand they jump
from their seventeenth floor flat.
They leave behind a note :
« This life has nothing to offer.
What are we living for ? »
An Austrian socialist philosopher-journalist in Paris
in perfect physical health
lies down beside his terminally ailing English wife
never to wake again together
after bequeathing their papers and wealth
not to the Socialist Party
but to a Catholic charity.
He leaves behind a long love letter
his very last remember-me book.
Till death does not do us part.
A Stateless poet passes through Paris
with his Spanish putative spouse
and infant boy.
Paris casts a covetous eye on the mother.
She plans the poet’s murder
and maims her son for life.
The People’s protectors pressgang her
and daily pound the poet to pulp.
Vive ! la France ! Viva ! la Francia !
II
A lone coyote trumpets over the sakura strewn snow
A moanful flute tugs at nostalgic heartstrings
Meiko Kaji comes on with her plaintive lilt :
Urami yibushi
We’ve not long to go in this void
The still frozen air gasps through swishing slices
Spurting Strüwel-Peter blood and bones
cherry blossoms on the snow-clad parapet
struck down by the lethally-chilled sheen
of the Hattori Hanzo steel
To kill there need be no will
The will to kill resides in the sill
of the vengeful white of the eye
III
Even if we can’t stand it any longer, Lady
We’d rather not leave just yet in a hurry
Would we see the likes of this world again
Ever know what’s better than this domain
Unknown to us the slow melodious dirge
Tugs at us : stay yet a while, it whispers !
Who knows who’d be there to receive us
Yes, yes, stay yet a while, little lady !
Hum a sentimental ditty
Recall even a fated memory
Revive some moments of levity :
A friend a face an outing
A little tenderness
A tiny moment of harmony
Together in this wilderness
© T. Wignesan – Paris November 14 2007 (Rev. 2012)
From: T. Wignesan
Copyright ©: T. Wignesan – Paris November 14, 2007 (Rev. 2012)
Categories:
lethally, death, november, paris,
Form:
Elegy
Factualism Of Life
--S.I.Khan
The life we live
Is the life so erratic
To some, it's boundless beauty
But to rest, it's lethally traumatic
As blissful canopy, scorching sun, and tsunami waves
Are some countless eternal bits that our life plays
Some cries, some laughter, some successes, some disaster
Collars off entirety, to some, bestows like petals of aster...
Witnesses some tales brimming with bemoaning tears
To a new land, a saline smile of a damsel that it shares...
Somewhere it’s an ocean full of angelic blessings
Somewhere life is spoken words of unsaid confessings.
Categories:
lethally, life, life, life,
Form:
Quatrain
Hey, bud, I see
you've got this
weird type of paranoia,
fearfully believing
that all the germs
are scheming to kill ya,
that's why you don't
trust bottled water,
not even tequila;
and you rely so much
on the power
of your disinfectant,
toward a slight smudge
on the doorknob
you're intolerant
because to you it's
the plague
lying there lethally dormant;
nothing wrong with
being sanitary,
with being hygienic,
but yours is a worrisome
worrying, bordering
on the psychotic,
soon you'll be scared
of inhaling air,
boy, that's gonna be tragic!
Categories:
lethally, funny, people, places,
Form:
Terza Rima
Cats
Patiently, cats eyed, alert and poised for action;
More than ready to eat, not greet, or fuss affectionately,
'She’busies herself with the important work
of savaging your rucksack straps;
‘He’, inspecting cupboards and wincing at draughts,
looks on, anticipating some small attention –
Yet once given, a disdainful shrug soon sees that off..
Playfully dangerous, exuding feline charm and allure
Each personality formed by the pursuits of Maslow.
Feed me, water me, toilet me, feed me, pay attention. Love?
All day they sleep like furry mobile book-ends.
By evening, demonic playtime will often ensue;
Manic theatrical leaps and pseudo-violent endeavour
to be replaced in an instant at the sound of an impending snack.
Purrfectly adorable, yet lethally ‘talonted’
Small facsimiles of eviscerative power
our stripy smiling assassins lie innocuous and still;
Their telepathic alertness, switching from deepest sleep
to instantaneous and righteous indignation at a sound:
Snap To!! Reminding us that, whilst we care,
our feline guests are but one mouthful from feral animosity..
They purr, not to say “Hello” or “Thank you for your kindness!”
but because they can. These sybaritic existentialists -
refugees of other worldliness, extensions of the moon,
replete with chirrups, meows, and other audio trickery.
Besides, if we knew we truly gave them pleasure
Then all power would evaporate and our love affair
With warm things bright and beautiful, would end!
Categories:
lethally, appreciation, beauty, best friend,
Form:
Death, I've seen your face before,
heard your knock on my son's door,
that time you came without forewarning,
the shock, the grief, the endless mourning.
This time I felt your hoof beats thunder,
dark horse tearing all asunder,
cold hand of death would seize another,
lethally, you chose my mother.
Death divides us like a wall,
no encore, no curtain call,
and though we can't be side by side,
our love can cross this great divide.
Life is short, or so they say,
but grief elongates every day.
Time, they say, will heal all wounds,
but mine are deep and widely strewn.
The midnight sky is bright with stars,
I whisper to you "Au Revoir,"
a gentle breeze-my cheek is kissed,
I hope you know how much you're missed.
©Danielle White
Categories:
lethally, daughter, death, love, mothertime,
Form:
Elegy
An ominous childhood rhyme
Recited as an incantation
To veil truly hurt feelings
Sticks and stones
Indeed are much less painful
Than the unkind
Callous
Cruel
Words
A sting from a stranger
A rack from the beloved
Sticks and stones
Create wounds that bleed
And wounds that bruise
But blood clots
And bruises disappear
But words
Like daggers puncturing the heart
And battering the mind
Stay with us for
An uncertain duration
With delayed or absence of healing
Even a word not meant
Carries the same anguish
As a bullet unintended
And even if one survives
They are forever changed
Alas
Each word has much weight
The weight of heavy iron
'Tis follow to abandon
Thought and reason
In uttering the slightest phrase
For a thoughtless word
Lethally leaves the mouth
As does an inflamed missile
It can never return
And it is too late to avoid calamity.
Categories:
lethally, abuse, anti bullying, bullying,
Form:
Prose
When a big hairy spider
Came and plopped down beside her
As Miss Muffett sat munchin'
A light, healthy luncheon,
She screamed, "Sir, naught could be ruder
Than an arachnid intruder!",
And proceeded to prove the mistake he had made.
'neath a teacup she trapped him,
With a teaspoon she tapped him,
And then lethally zapped him
With a snootfull of Raid.
You may ask why'd a maid
Go ballistic that way.
Well, that's something this nursery rhyme
Never would say.
As the tale I've revamped,
I'd opine she was "cramped"
And in no mood for sharing with strangers that day.
Or, more likely,
Although this may sound quite absurd,
She'd not abide spider turds
In her curds and whey.
Categories:
lethally, humor,
Form:
Light Verse
After a lifetime
(pronounced like millennium),
where tenacity futilely braced
psyche deeply purpled,
hellishly, and lethally
traced resulting scars -
jackknifed, emasculated
cruelly chaste
sexuality expired, lapsed,
and petered out testosterone
begone to waste,
and how this abased
bereft of eroded optimism,
nee faith no more - erased,
solitary carbon based animal
coalesced into countless
foreborn generations
(glommed *****sapiens
salient survival skills)
mortified, putrefied, and
stagnated toxic brew
quaffing poisonous
score peon - composite gin,
barley distilled, exiled,
and fragmented
human encased
faculties doggedly
catapulted, with haste
squandered genetic inheritance
kamikaze potential
apathetically plundered, akin
how Hindenburg plummeted
like led zeppelin,
(scare way to craven)
his foghorn emitting distinctive
Semitic bulbous
shofar shaped schnozzle traced
analogous to decrepit son -
dialed helpline to late
promising lad once vaunted
lauded, and
deemed hereditarily, -
he busted great expectations
quintessentially, psycho
socially, and opportunistically
lineage noble storied
standing déclassé debased
forced to take stock at aging
non-thrilled man
in the mirror
haggard heavily creased
doughy paste poker face
(born that way)
blankly stare ring back, spaced
out, no longer boyish,
but gray bearly grizzled,
flecked, and etched stubble,
scraggly unkempt whiskers
discombobulated
straggly matted hair
limply drape stupefied noggin
utterly disc graced
countenance eye spy
crows feet laced
blotchy complexion re: placed
once smooth skin
donned dawning senescence
amplification trumped
"NON FAKE" crudely
aping scrim age lost
fight of his life.
Categories:
lethally, absence, abuse, allusion, angst,
Form:
Blank verse
Eagles doth float on thermal rise,
Nary a flap, remaining high,
Then one fell swoop, with no loud cries,
To a prey, diving sharply nigh
With preying talons,
Be rats or pythons.
Sharks doth circle on hapless seals,
The lost or young or badly maimed,
Serrated teeth lethally kills,
With jaws since ancient times untamed
The sea’s true hunters,
Bloodying waters.
Lions prowl with sure footed stealth,
Camouflaged amidst dry bushes,
Against the background they then melt,
Attacks are quick, sudden rushes.
Deadly when they hide,
Royal in their pride.
Wolves criss cross creating eddies,
The chase arduous and oh so long,
Baying on weak, weary bodies,
Each one doth make, the pack strong.
The triumph they share,
Be it moose or hare.
- Dedicated To ANIMAL PLANET, home of the strong, land of the wild...
Categories:
lethally, animals
Form: