Best Perpetrating Poems
Angel Bones
Two Hundred fifteen angels (Narration by an elder)
each buried in a shallow grave
The monsters said the Angels were savages
that they were there to save
Each little heartbeat
cries up from the earth
“Come seek out our answers. (Narration by child)
please prove that we have worth”
“Those who survived us
have tried to be our voice.
Why have they been silenced?
Please listen it’s a choice.”
“Return us to our families,
so they can beat the drum.
Then our spirits will find peace,
in the place that we are from.”
“The world must know the truth,
the Government didn’t know best.
They fed us to pale monsters,
we were cursed instead of blessed.”
“Yes cruel pale faced monsters,
robed in uniforms of black.
Pretended to be Godly,
while perpetrating their attack.”
“Touching our little bodies,
telling us we were blind.
Deriving their cruel cruel pleasures,
monsters of a different kind.”
“The school was their playground,
these monsters had their way.
Each time we tried to speak,
there was a price to pay.”
(Drum beats)
thump thump, thump thump,
Thump thump, thump thump
Thump thump, thump thump
(Native elders singing)
The bones of our innocent Angels (Narration by Elder)
that they buried beneath the ground.
Their spirits speak in unison
Without emitting a single sound
Each little heartbeat
Cries up from the earth
“Come seek out our answers, (Narration by child)
please prove that we have worth.”
Your projectile language,
Has shattered my porcelain soul.
The ballistics of your words,
Trace back to your beautiful performance.
An arsenal of lethal…language,
Spoken from the chamber of your heart.
Targeting my virgin emotions,
…Piercing my self-esteem,
……Ricocheting your madness in my life.
“I love you”…dissipates in your smoke of lies.
I can still taste the gunpowder residue,
Off the barrel of your moist perpetrating lips.
The evidence still remains at the scene of the crime.
Stained sheets keep…dirty hotel secrets,
My wounded spirit collapsed to the floor of my body,
As the echoes linger within my shattered soul.
The bravery of wisdom
The supervisor of dignity
Disclaiming the indentity unknowingly
Perpetrating the life of the one.
The father of justice,
Came forth to intervene.
The dumpless of sorrow,
Carelessness,carefulness and cleanliness
Calamity sent for cheating
To bestowed the life of the livings.
It is the sorrow of life
Come forth distance.
Don’t be a victim?
Walking upon shards of broken glass
with every faltering step I take
Travelling through life at haste
with no compass
steering wheel or brake.
Trying to unravel a mass of tangled knots
Laying in life's gutter wounded
trying to liberate myself
from the putrid stench of obscurity
and not be forgot.
Mind full of unwanted clutter
swirling like a tempest
around and around
Life's din perpetrating the ear drums
with excruciating loud perpetual
grinding sound.
Lost in the harsh wilderness
battered by the wind
No one knows the things I've seen
or the places I have been.
Tied to the rocks
lashed and broken by the waves
cursed at birth
wake up from a dream
and another nightmare
another battle to face today.
OG ODE
QUIT USING VIOLENCE TO TALK~NO ONE RESPECTS DUE TO FEAR.
ALL MONEY AINT GOOD MONEY~WHEN ITS DOWN TO WHATS DEAR.
PLAY THE GAME~DONT SELL YOUR SOUL.
STAY TRUE TO YOU~PERPETRATING TAKES A TOLL.
SELF ESTEEM ISNT IN AN EXPENSIVE CAR~INSIDE YOU IS WHO YOU REALLY ARE.
FAMILY FIRST, TAKE CARE OF "ROOF" TOO~HELP THOSE ON THE COME UP, OR WHATS HOLDING US DOWN IS ONLY ME AND YOU.
BRING SOME OG BACK TO THE GAME~CUZ SHOOTING EACH OTHER DOWN GOTTA CHANGE.
YOU DONT KILL A BAD PLAYA~JUST STARVE HIM OR HER OUT.
CUZ THAT THE OG WAY~WHAT GOOD HUSTLES ABOUT.
Mrs Emma Peel
Undercover operative with true sex appeal.
Partnered with fellow Avenger John Steed
She helped battle villains perpetrating evil deeds.
Xenophobia
We are not seeing the Africa inspired by Mandiba.
We are not seeing the Africa inspired by our
Ancient Kings of rusted spear and shield.
This is not Africa!
This is African inspired after colonization,
The one set at the period of imperialism.
The Berlin conference of 1884-85.
The oppressors have been winning a long time now
Comes the south Africa against all Africa
Shame should slam the face of south African
Who are perpetrating the brutal and barbaric act.
In Bloemfontein sudden death of our brothers we see
The Nigeria, Somalian, Ghanaian, Tanzanian
Contribute the rescue of there black brothers
When they suffer under apartheid
We are the most divided and dysfunction race on the planet
The whitish have called the black land there home
Our fellow black man is been oppress and sabotage
Our black woman and her infant child have turn to runaway slave
Chasing her with all metallurgy
We allow the line of boarders to separate us.
Pick up the pieces, the remnants of
your folly, you few who shuffle the
decks of life. So few to guide ones
destiny, giving quality or lack of,
to your indigenous subjects.
Contesting paladins that manipulate
every move, each infinitesimal pawn
representing a million fold, facing
extinction from each perpetrating
venomous queen, masquerading in her
veil of respectability, whilst
threatening in all directions, just
seeking to intimidate before
striking the ultimate blow for her
player. A stalemate situation
giving both sides honour without
loss, but whom gives a through to
the mother’s, are not her losses the
nations also, are not her tears
programmed, her emotions computerized
into your warring brain?
Who! Are these unmoralistic
puppeteers, those ignominious players
of the ultimate game, those that
stand behind courteous expressions
of decency, love and respect?
“The kings of this game,” Them to be
written into the annals of life,
giving intent of emulation to
future disciples. “History has no
past, no future, just a recurring
theme, only the names change”
© Harry J Horsman 1990
Adam mused and stroked his beard saying, "I've really got it made!
All I do is eat and sleep and lie beneath The Tree Of Life for shade!
That is until a couple of weeks ago when God put me in a trance!"
He sayeth, "Loan me a rib to create a wife, your love life to enhance!"
"In one fell swoop unto me He created a lovely lady named Eve!"
I asked, "Why is thy physique so different than mine? - I was so naive!"
"Come hither, big fella" said Eve, "I think we can figure it out!"
That's how the "genesis" of Cain, Abel and Enoch came about!"
"With a wife and kids to support, my problems now began.
I regret to say that is what brought about the eventual fall of man!"
"A sneaky snake talked Eve into eating fruit from The Tree Of Life.
Since that little dido, I and humankind have known nothing but strife!"
"Heretofore, we could romp, play and roam about Eden undressed.
Now, I have to wear scratchy fig leaves that really leave me stressed!"
"Cain is in the hoosegow for a fit of rage and the slaying of his brother.
Why me Lord? Why this onerous scourge upon me and his mother?"
"On top of all of this, I now have to labor for my daily chow.
Alas, all of mankind must now toil by the sweat of their brow!"
"Folks, I'm sorry for perpetrating such terrible misery in your life.
Truth be told, you can blame that wily snake and my wayward wife!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
Placed 4th in Linda-Marie's "Adam In Eden" Contest
Just the other day I felt our love astray
Holding my tongue gasping for air
Just the other evening we went out as a couple but yet I felt we were'nt hole
Holding my tongue so I would'nt spoil our time together
Just the other early morning when the sex had just begun it was weak and had
no force or vibe
Holding my tongue as I layed there wanting to cry
When I spoke to you your reply was a sigh and a simple sentence
Holding your tongue you need to learn and everything is alright
So tell me why you cheated and pushed me away making me question myself if
there shall be better days
Holding my tongue to not have pushed you another inch away
Do you think I'm a doll that you can take of the shelf and play with when you feel
the need
Holding my damn tongue with fierce
Listen hear you have a strong beautiful lady in your life that you need to
appreciate and show love and that respect
Holding my tongue that you ask of me
No man in their soung mind could treat me so
Holding my tongue with bitterness and a foul taste
Thinking what a damn disgrace and this man has me misplaced
Holding my tongue I am certainly not
After I am human and have so much too give
Holding my tongue won't make things better
After all we have been through that I shall not sit and stress myself
Hold your own damn tongue because to me this journey did'nt just begun
Take your dirtyness of a self twisted mind and stop and think I'm wiser and have
already read through the lines
Hold my tongue to the actions you've revealed that you think i'm blinded by your
cold deserted love
Look into yourself and hold your head down in shame because to me my love is
no game
Holding my tongue is not my style nor is the rules you have applied on our
relation
You need to recongnize a lady and treat me like a lady
Holding my tongue is'nt my character and i'm not perpetrating a fraud so don't
feel i'm going to live my life amongst being shady
Evaluation is not in the book of love nor is passing judgement the way you throw
it at me with that famous curve ball
"HOLD YOUR OWN DAMN TONGUE"!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This truly is a testing time
when all around seek cause to find
something wrong with everything
that come out from my mouth or mind.
So easy now to let them win
and join their game… retaliate,
much harder still to stand my ground
while others seem to plan my fate.
Convincing people they’re not right
in treating others with contempt
but try to aim them at the light
and help their nasty streak repent.
I may not win this fragile fight
to change the ways of those I meet
whose presence leaves an ugly trail,
for this is truly quite a feat.
If just one should mend their way
and find within a calmer soul
so they can help the ones they greet
and not make hate their only goal,
then I will claim one battle won
by turning cheek to evil deed
and helping those who’d put me down
by perpetrating evil’s seed.
But caution guides my every step
when walking close to evil’s gate
for truly I could scorch my soul
…………..if tempted to retaliate!
Ivor G Davies
A spiteful taste of malice
Slithers across my tongue
Secrecy spoke in volumes
Before the words begun
This sensation it saunters
Into solar vacuity
Perpetrating sheer, faugh
Acts of congruency
In vain contempt I wallow
In the pillars of infamy
Whilst faint my ears waltz
To vindictive symphonies
Prolonged my strife be by humanity
Whilst I attempt to appease
As they flaunt their existence
To miscellaneous degrees
The English language resembles
Clouds of hyperbolic fallacies
In light of this hapless universe
They share an index of analogies
From behind cracked windowpanes
I peer at all that is inane
With repugnance I am slain
As I wince with disdain
I scarf reality in intervals
Reaping jagged grains of salt
Though helpless I am left
Pessimistic by default
Bella Donna.
.
Her penetrating eyes speak
From the very deep
Far hidden reaches
Of her grave cold
Haunting soul
Her ivory skin pale and fare
That tastes and smells devine like summer fruits
She is the girl who graced my dream
One night
With locks of sun kissed auburn hair
How I hungered nibble her elegant neck
And kiss those shoulders that were bare
.
She beckoned me
With those perpetrating speaking eyes
Awakening my manly wiles with heat
Of rapture and erotic induced sighs
A tantalising paragon of delicious beauty
Alluring as a flower pretals unfurled to a thirsty butterfly
.
Past the point of no return
My loans wakened
As the flames of passion burned
We weaved magic until the birth of dawn
Her touch so blissful her yielding body
A feast to devour so soft so warm
As the rose glistened with sweet relief
As she surrendered to mornings
Thirst quenching drops of dew
And as bird of prey
I was the prey she pursued
.
Blissfully intoxicated by her poison
But now getting sober
I was suddenly aware
I’d been lured into a spiders web
With many poor victim
Shrivelled bodies snared and tangled
Within her netted lair
.
The more I struggled
The more angled I became
It seems I picked the wrong pretty flower
And Bella Donna was her name.
.
Peter Dome©2021.
there is a particular indention in the wind
it is just enough for you to save me
i thought for sure that i was going to blow away,
but here you come with a shield so needed
there is a particular pause in the grey sky's movements
it is just enough for you to cover me
i thought for sure that i was going to be struck by lightning,
but here you come providing shelter from the storm
i was once a nobody perpetrating the fraud
my reimbursement was the occasional drink from the nearest water fountain
i risked my delicate stomach for some free food and a listening ear
i risked my personal safety for a peaceful place despite my fear
when opportunity knocked, i acted like i was not home
i would be the professional waver offering free housesitting without knowing
i tainted my own forward progress by just hanging around without growing
when belief in the self is indulging in idle time, the easiest pastime is to roam
then along came a similar sound in the same version of my walk
the footprints are just as unsure
the look in the eyes are just as bewildered
this is when i knew....Only God Knows....
there is in particular emphasis on a sincerity smile
it is just enough for me to appreciate you
i thought for sure that i was going to have dream lumps on my head for days
but here we go again joyfully packing suitcases in the trunk of the car
Expression is being who you want to be
Not perpetrating someone you claim to be for ME
Trying to hold me hostage with your lies…
Thinking because you were between my thighs that you got me hook lined and sinked….
Getting me all vexed, tensed and unsure of my own emotional rationalization
Emotionally retarded LITTLE MAN you are….
Hiding in your private world filled with
DECEPTION, CAMOUFLAGE and over used ADJECTIVES….
I understand why you were drawn
To my VOLUPTUOUS, SEXUAL, SPIRITUAL ENERGY
You wanted to experience what is
REAL
TRUE
PURE
You had your chance
You speaking in parables, emotionally crippled, insecure MAN…..
I can’t believe I let you get into my head let alone my BED….
But you could never penetrate my spiritual man…
I was before you CAME….
I will always BE the SAME….
G.O.P
GODS….
ORIGINAL….
PROPERTY
SCRATCHED BUT NEVER BROKEN