Best Offenders Poems
There was once a king who decided that for him - beauty was silence.
He issued a decree that all sound was banished henceforth and that his land would forever more be as silent as snow. To enforce this impossible law he sent countless envoys to every corner of the land. Every creature was informed. No birds can sing. No dogs must bark. No man, woman or child could speak their needs and must now make them known by signs. Even the very thunder was ordered to be mute.
The penalty of course was death. Few were able to obey.
Flocks of birds were shot from the heavens. Dogs were slain before their master’s eyes. All the trees were stripped of leaves lest the wind should sigh through them. Brooks were frozen so water could not splash or gurgle down the stream beds.
It was like a permanent winter with bare trees and frozen ground.
Children at play were wiped out without mercy. Cows being herded were bombed for lowing. This unmerciful killing went on for many years.
The merest sound so angered the King that he ordered atrocious punishments for offenders that he did not kill.
The talents of artist were in great demand as they painted cards for all occasions for people to flash. in lieu of speaking. The effect on the population was to cause the formation of many covert societies where secret meetings, when betrayed, were raided and countless murders committed by the ‘silence’ enforcers.
The King was greatly feared by everyone and dubbed “Snowman - the Silencer”
Generations of good people were wiped out. Countless noisy species were hunted to extinction. Music was never heard or played.
Silent clocks were invented. Sound-proof rooms were built. Some desperate parents, to protect their children, opted to have their babies larynx-es removed at birth.
The King was surrounded by silent apathetic, joyless subjects.
The King’s obsession had effectively destroyed all the people, the life and the environment around him.
How much easier it would have been, if he, in wanting silence had only thought to destroy his own eardrums.
There are those who have fallen
in the eyes of this world,
one’s “sins” more damaging than the next.
“Skeletons from closets”
so ruthlessly hurled
and so many people are left vexed.
Now I do not condone
all that comes to light
whether by papers, radio or TV.
But what if it was YOU
whose “sins were in sight,
are there things you’d want others to see ?
The world does these things
and yet they judge,
from the arm of a pointed finger stare they.
But they conveniently hide
their “filthy sludge”,
and yet in His court they’ll have their day.
I wrote this in response to a prodding that wouldn’t leave me alone.
Thinking on some people who walk in the limelight or of a high public profile, I started to be
perplexed about our willingness to BROADCAST the latest Hollywood gossip or the latest
political “fall from grace”. I am in no way condoning unwarranted behaviors and these are
times that call for the appropriate action to be taken no matter who the offenders are. I’m
just saying shame on those who are so willing to point fingers and yet do or would do some of
the very same things if they could. Lightwalker
Criminal reform - we think of those who deserve a second chance or are caught in a system where they can never make headway, or those who were imprisoned unfairly. But in today’s economy, we let loose, like a violent dam set on destruction, the worst of the worst. It should not need to reach your loved one before you open your eyes to the truth. Who is putting these people in high places to destroy our freedoms?
VIOLENCE
Vehemently the collaboration to do good as
I see fit. To do unto
Others as no other has thought to do. Unthinkable
Love of letting criminals go. Not those
Eager to repent, not the
Nonviolent, but repeat offenders - murderers, rapists… It’s
Criminal to put blinders on, to murder the innocent at
Every turn and to release the Joker and Riddler into Gotham.
9/8/2022
The Scripture asserts this truth in Luke 21:11:
“And great earthquakes shall be in divers places,
and famines, and pestilences; and fearful sights
and great signs shall there be from heaven.”
Already prophesied… thus, expected to happen.
With such turmoil, I, DISASTER personified present to you
my horrifying rage smiting mountains’ grandeur
igniting volcanoes to burst out flames reminding hell’s torture forever
awaiting the faithless and unbelievers to yell midst restlessness’ angst
sealed in their deplorable doom midst cruel defiant hatred.
You’ve witnessed my fury as devouring CALAMITY
revealed by my forest fire’s peril…
such is just a glimpse of unending heat in hell’s no-exit destiny
where misery gloom prevails in endless darkness
due to sufferings and hopelessness pangs
leaving righteousness-offenders in their guilty status.
My wrath’s unleashing fatal power of ruthless CATASTROPHE
reigns over mankind’s abuse of nature, bringing pestilence
as sun’s scorching heat keeps emitting deadly rays
voicing out grim warning of hell-fire's everlasting torment
expressing death's wailing every second
as sorrows, anguish, woes howl in wild lamentation
with constant gnashing of teeth terribly experienced.
In my PERDITION forces, you’re awakened by God Almighty
now, reflect on this reality as I appeal to your body, soul and spirit…
my terror is still no match with hell's tenacious grip
which you can miss to obtain peace-filled freedom
by trusting the Saviour and Lord Jesus Christ placing your faith in HIM
Who already vanquished hell by His sacrificial love*
toward triumphant "end of age" welcoming unending agelessness.
*Romans 5:8 But God commendeth his love toward us, in that, while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us.
Dramatic Monologue with personification
May 8, 2021
9th place, "A Poem of Horror" Poetry Writing Premiere Contest
Sponsored by Funom Makama; judged on 5/12/2021.
Mocking the dead, is that a thing?
How many ways can one be disrespecting?
Laws that cause offenders to be free?
Rape kits that exist only to be not breached.
Little lies and big divides of right and wrong genocide.
Our forefathers could not ever predict
We would be as disrespectful as this.
Ancestors bones surely roll like river
As the wicked become powerful while weak lips quiver
Fowl language and worse ethics morale and actions
Political powers that endorse for private satisfaction.
Mocking the dead what about the little kids
Who inherit the earth in the shape of it
We enjoyed youth clean air and water
And dirty it up for son and daughter.
Looking back only with limited views
Erasing the truth of ill will and abuse
A country started by taking from the natives
Blended into a melting pot of many races
Mocking the dead playing music head like fiddler
Warming the red bed of fire for Hitler
Are we so pompous we can never admit faults
Until it is too late and we too are lost?
Written 9/21/23 For Mocking The Dead Contest
Sponsor Silent One
We are the neighbors
Who live down your street
We are the ones
Who your kids love to hate
We are the ones who actually sit outside
Watching our children while they are at play
Making sure all of the children
On the street are behaved
To many drive-bys by gangs
Over drugs and money and loot
Never caring before firing
They just load up their guns and they shoot
Sexual offenders on every block
Hiding behind their closed doors
They're watching and waiting
For their next victim to lure
They say it takes a village to raise a child
That's why we must all protect every one
Despite of our color, religions, or political views
We must come together, stop looking for an excuse
I watch after your children while you are away
I'm hoping as a parent for me you'd do the same
We'll never always see eye to eye it's the truth
But the protection of the children should always be first
So when your kids run to you saying I was mean
Just know they were up to trouble hoping it unseen
I spotted it and stopped it before a disaster could strike
Because as a parent, I'd save any child's life
Limerick cochetés: Our great uhr-Father from Africa
Our great uhr-Father from Africa
Hallowed be Thy fame in high Valhalla
The Asian walk-about
Down backbone coccyx snout
Who didst Thou mate in Peninsula Malaya
To produce orangutan Malaysia
Did our great uhr-cousin Gorilla
Chimpanzee when in doubt
Precede Thy walk-about
Swinging from tree to tree to Australia
To judge by great life in Southeast Asia
Smoke-filled lungs from HAZE in Sumatra
Death penalty for tout
With drugs- Hell for khalwat*
Is there doubt who preceded whom from Africa
• khalwat: (a Muslim – all Malays - religious law)
According to which, no Malay may marry a non-Muslim nor be found in close proximity giving rise to suspicion of promiscuousness, law enforceable by religious courts whose officials are empowered to spy on offenders and report their activities to the relevant authorities
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2015
Love your neighbor as you love yourself
What happened to our mind set?
She’s an infant not a cure for aids
She’s pure why forcefully snitch her virginity
Respect our women you selfish men
South Africa you’ve made a name for yourself “rape capital”
Let us unite against rape and restore our good name
My beloved South Africans unite!
Unite against women and child abuse
One person raped is one too many
Anene Boysens, your death united the nations
United, they condemned discrimination against women
They said” every girl has a right to be respected and protected against women abuse”
How long should we take this barbaric conduct?
We owe it to all the victims to fight this disease
Woe to your power assertive rapists
Woe to you anger retaliation rapists
Woe to you sadistic rapists
Woe to you juvenile sex offenders
Woe to you women offenders
14 February after sun set a word went forth
Rapists have no place in South Africa
February 15, 2013 declared a black Friday
We shall remain black until we defeat rape
Victory is within our reach, fight against rape.
"The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong."
Mahatma Gandhi
Oh, Mighty Men
Oh, mighty men who think they have the right
to play at being God when they are wronged -
Throughout history we’ve seen their kind.
They think their acts of vengeance make them strong.
One insult to their reputation and
it wasn’t long ago, they’d have a duel! In modern times,
law suits they might bring, taking all they can
from their offenders, for to turn the other cheek
they think will make them weak.
Oh, mighty men, who bring their kinsmen into war
for grievous crimes that should be dealt with by a court
or leaders of nations who cannot see a side other than their own:
How many more innocents in this world must die
because of unforgiving hearts made of stone and pride?
Written for a contest but also this kind of thing made me very mad to think about it!
I don't have many angry poems,but hopefully my anger for these men shows in this poem!!
14 July 2010
The Sea Rover
Moving sideways or careening
All hands hoay and avast ye
Sea dogs and landlubbers go on pillaging
Jolly Roger is flapping guarded by cannon and artillery
Pistol, daggers, and doubloon among things inside the sea-chest
Walk the plank if they caught you as offenders
Or heave to an island and marooning them as helpless
Yo ho ho! and a bottle of rum as a way of pirate’s laughter
As the ship rolled about on high seas
Plenty of cackle fruit to serve a salmagundi
A drink of grog or bumboo wobbled their sea legs
In tossing ship, proves them as scallywags
Blow me down! alerted by a cannon blast
The enemies have climbed on their Jacob's ladder
Black spot meet their way on to Tortuga’s vast
All hearty and brave soldiers have fallen to Davy Jone’s locker
I am outside the circle of sex. Just as well. Population control,
the biome's survival instinct. Or I'm old. Look
in mirror, skin over bones. Young girls
on bicycles, running, have that granddaughterly smile for me,
all is safe, well. Much is well.
The neighborhood safe,
the nation a non-violent helpmate among nations. Until
food shortages, weather crises, nuclear mischief apply.
Police patrols. I was proud of Massachusetts
voting to decriminalize reefer. Let's go all the way:
free all non-violent offenders from their cells! Force police
out of cruisers to walk the streets and say hello.
What else can we try:
Open the border with Mexico. Let labor
flow like capital.
What has this to do with the self,
the temperamental, fragile self. The one that leaves no footprint
in eternity. No smell.
The Bigamist
I don't know what to call you
I can't conceive this pain
I'm alone in this nightmare that use to be my dream
Why would you do this
Why would you triangulate me in this sick game
Who gave you permission to be so vain
Your narcissistic tendencies and impetulant ways makes even the worst offenders heroes on a bad day
Your childlike calmaties and distorted ways are so unbelievable and hard to disdain
What kind of monster are you that takes the innocense of their prey
I despise you for convincing me that love was here to stay
Only to find out another was already in your life play
How dare you stand there arguing that everything is a sunny day
You have no business justifying this disarray
I can not forgive you for betraying me in this horrible way
I did not sign up for this so please just go far away
The bigamist downplays and betrays causing innocent bystanders their own doomsday
Toni Ann Wekstein
With apologies to Sir W.S. Gilbert
As some day it may happen that a victim must be found,
I've got a little list--I've got a little list.
Of society offenders who might well be underground,
And who never would be missed--who
never would be missed!
There's the pestilential pundits who write without a clue—
All men with bloated bellies who hang out guzzling brew—
All children who play computer games and beat you just like that—
All people who like a glutton eat but keep their tummies flat—
The terrifying boss you've only just met, who on first names insists—
They'd none of 'em be missed--they'd none of 'em be missed!
CHORUS. He's got 'em on the list--he's got 'em on the list;
And they'll none of 'em be missed--
they'll none of 'em be missed.
There's the Metallica lead guitarist and the others of his race,
And Material Girl, Madonna—I 've got them on the list!
And the fearful ladies who serve spaghetti on their finest lace,
They never would be missed--they never would be missed!
Then the millionaire ball players who smirk and snort cocaine,
And unfailingly prove that even with money you cannot buy a brain;
Then there's the homophobes in the closet who curse but mostly lie,
They'd rather stay where the sun don't shine than admit they like a guy;
And that shallowest of arrogant, back-stabbing pr--ks, the corporate ladder climberist
I don't think he'd be missed--I'm sure he'd not he missed!
CHORUS. He's got them on the list--he's got them on the list;
And I don't think they'll be missed--I'm sure they'll not be missed!
And the self-righteous jurists, who free the high and mightier,
Overbearing, moralistic judges—I've got them on the list!
All afternoon talk show hosts—nah, not Oprah —but especially Springer;
They'd none of 'em be missed—they'd none of 'em be missed.
And the slick politician who about corporate influences never lies,
"What, never?" Well, hardly ever when even their 'fluence Enron buys
But it really doesn't matter whom you put upon the list,
For they'd none of 'em be missed--they'd none of 'em be missed!
CHORUS. You may put 'em on the list--you may put 'em on the list;
And they'll none of 'em be missed--they'll none of 'em be missed!
The Dark Obsession - for contest
Horrendous thunderstorm of explosions
Dark clouds of the noxious obsessions....,
that we have more weapons; we fight for a cause
Malefic causes so senseless and baseless...
But paradox is, it appears noble for the offenders
Large-scale indoctrination of the young minds
for violence and ruthless destruction
Obsession of supremacy so dreadfully corrosive
Mad spree to hoard guns and WMDs,
Innocents or criminals, men or animals,
shudder with fear all that has life!
Collossal apocalypse of terror-waves ...
Atrocious erosion of moral and social fabric
Grotesque grimace at the principle of
universal brotherhood that underlies all our
holy scriptures!
Oppressed n' suppressed are the weak n' unequipped
Belligerent, pugnacious mindset mobilisation to bring
vitriolic ripping n' decaying of global peace
Peaceful waters turned filthy black with terror,
boils in the furnace to give to the globe a
shower of hot flowing blood!
Amicable contemplation to assassin this obsession
would bring no wars, no terrorism but peace!
Sustainable peace assured for the eternity!
© Anulaxmi Nayak, 2015
glossary:
WMD- Weapons of Mass Destruction
For contest: The tragedy of black
sponsored by: Bev Smith
Submitted by: Anulaxmi Nayak
Written on: 18th August 2015
To the Tree, He was condemned,
like a callous kleptomaniac.
Castigated and scorned by
a cackle of cacophonic voices.
Clamours and clanging...
clanging of corrupt tongues.
Away, they led Him to
the welcoming Cursed Cross.
For ages, this Cross has borne criminals,
The condemned offenders that roamed the streets.
A symbolical structure of falseness,
Of corrupt mortals punishing cursed beings.
The Cross welcomed a new Curse -- with ecstasy,
A quintessence now is being laid on it.
So many sins on this One crucified,
A once-in-a-lifetime grace for the Cross.
Amidst pains; amidst sufferings; amidst hell; amidst the dead;
The Curse crawled along.
To Victory; to Redemption; to Rebirth; to Grace;
The Curse turned around.
Christ, He became, ascended into Glory,
And the Cursed Cross crossed over.
No longer a symbol of affliction, but,
A monument of Grace that saves.
Galatians 3:13
Christ hath redeemed us from the curse of the law, being made a curse for us: for it is written, Cursed is every one that hangeth on a tree:
HAPPY EASTER