Best Poisons Poems
She well knew his place of abode,
And swirled inside, a vengeful tornado,
A celestial radiance had encompassed their love,
And then he disappeared on Christmas Eve,
Without a word!
Her heart had turned to stone, her eyes
Flashed around for something to write with,
Nothing, so cut her finger deeply
Her blood flowed freely
As would, a wounded bird.
Wrote on the wall in blood,
That all his future loves, would leave
Him with a broken heart, at Love’s Station
Of Departure, for she, Hypnotic Poison vowed
That he alike be cursed.
He had mesmerized and betrayed her,
His heartless, unfeeling, selfish soul,
On a windy, stormy Christmas Eve turned
Her heart to stone and blood to poison,
That is what the village said,
And what I heard!
This poem is pure fiction and the title of the poem is of a perfume. The story is in actual fact the ending of some horror movie, whilst browsing through Netflix to find a movie we wanted to see.
Witches and warlocks gather around,
will give you a list of poisons abound…
Arsenic, Hemlock, Belladonna you know…
Add to your list, these below;
Purple Foxglove; Black Hellebore;
Deadly Nightshade; Strychnine Tree;
Stavesacre; Jimsonweed; Yew;
Calabar Bean; Aconite; Clematis;
Cocculus Indicus and to many
more to mention…
You will find truth serum, sulfur
elixir, embalming fluid, spider venom,
snake venom too…
Toxic gases are a must, to mix
with this dastardly stuff…
How else will you be able to
whip up this nasty brew…
Wishing you a rocking Halloween!
By Sandra Lea Hoban
©2009
The world is becoming complex
Entirely different from the last century one
Racism, hegemony, corruption, brainwashing and vandalism
Become common
Nothing can be done to wipe them out
Maybe tolerance is the only key
To survive in a lost world
Created by the devil in the heart
Which has produced three poisons
Greed, hatred and infatuation
The source of all passions and delusions
In a lost world of today and tomorrow
On our globe of life
Animal and plant
Protection for them
To us they grant
Venom's and poisons
To defend and deter
Whether scaled
Leafed or fur
Reactions can be
Ultimate and pain
As each delivers
To protect their name
The slow loris
Amazes us all
Poison and venom
In something so small
Bee's, nettles
Stingrays tail
Deterrents to us
Only humans assail
Incredible weapons
Gifted to them
Imagine if they
Were in the hands of men
Would we use them
For the human race
Or against each other
Once again lose face
On the leaf of the nettle
And the body of the bee
To the tail on the stingray
Is where they'll always be
Come sit near me, I've a story to tell
Of a world that I once knew
Intrigued you'll be, I'll assure you that
I've only told a few
Not long ago I lived a life
Ruled by make believe
Trusting what I thought was real
From poisons I received
Manipulation of my mind
My dreams, my hope, my fears
All combined and twisted up
I lived like this for years
I craved this poison so very bad
My rights became all wrong
I started feeling lost and sad
I felt I didn't belong
No one could see just how messed up
My mind had now become
Just how could I escape from this
Before that poison won
Though escape I did, though not without
The damage to my mind
I had to take a part away
It was really hard to find
Replaced it with the will to live
I lost the trust in me
At least one good came from this
I believe in what I see
So stay away from poisons that
This life will throw your way
Be grateful for just what you have
Live for day to day
Poetry
Flows from me
It turns no into hopefully
It grows in me
Within these, lines
I reveal me
Its hope for me
When others try to lower me
To their level
Why the devil keep approaching me
But he can never get too close to me
Because I know where I'm suppose to be
Dont he see that
I left that one track mind
In the path behind
So I never look back
Cover my tracks
Discover the traps
Poet perhaps
But I am only metaphorically stating that
This is really a jungle in fact
We got the snakes, the rats
The cats, the roaches
The folks that just want to focus
On the jungles posions,
Well poisons that soak in
And destroys us with slowness
Death is so close its a sense
A scent, a voice, a motion
In the realm of time
There are only captured moments
And reenactments of what I suppose are
Our ancestors but
What they rewrite in them books
Most of its twisted or cut
Watered down or sugared up
They made lemonade
We dumb enough to serve them the cup
But I get the last laugh because
I put acid in every last cup
Bottoms up!
Pessimism, I loathe your gloomy effect
Parroting vanity’s vexation in my mind that I’m unprofitable…
God I thank; by His strength* is great achievement as I do my utmost.
Negativism, I vanquish your vehement accusations
Taunting me of my failures, falls, and frustrations…
I praise the Lord for His compassion, pressing me on with optimism!
Skepticism, I conquer your attacking doubts
Robbing me of my sanity’s tranquility; torturing me mentally…
The omniscient Sovereign I trust as I settle myself serenely in His truth!
Criticism, I subdue your undermining, deceitful, hypocritical comments
Treating me as a loser in my service-commitment…
Propped by the Almighty’s power, I can be the best for His glory!
Evil thoughts, I pluck all your poisonous roots from my soul’s ground…
Thru the Scriptures’ exhortations, I can bloom and prosper
Triumphantly living for my Master, reaching others by His love!
*Philippians 4:13 I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me.
January 21, 2019
1st place, "ULTIMATE JANUARY 2019..." Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 1/30/2019.
I woke to the sound
of tears echoing
form a downspout
Heard the sobbing
whispering between
the leaves
As I listened in
the stillness
I heard moans
coming from the earth
I walked around
my so called garden
with cup in hand
my toes all wet
From tears of the Angels
who shed their tears
in joy and anguish
The trees were alive
in the deafening sound
of Bees at work
As the shadows
inger in the
dim daylight
The morning air growing sultry
from the lingering embrace
of morning light and late darkness
in their eternal love affair
Slowly at first the leaves
begin to move shaking
of the Angels tears
as the still cool
morning breeze
begins to rise
Shortly the passion
of a lover's breath
will carry through
the day as the
warmth of Summer
will kiss my skin
While within the
lingering shadows
the cooling caresses
fade and my beautiful
Terra cries out in
almost silence from
the poisons of man
Her golden hair and gimlet eyes
Caught me completely by surprise.
With her I felt virile and strong
As she slowly led me along.
Into her dark web I was drawn
Only to be her little pawn.
Her secrets I feel I must share
But she will track me anywhere-
To Benghazi, Rio, and Cathay.
She now seeks to put me away
With no need of high-powered lead,
Loving subtle poisons instead.
I seem to hold a dead man’s hand
As I scurry from land to land.
Carefully choosing what I eat
All my travels must be discrete.
I now move around in disguise
Avoiding words that are unwise.
Just a shadow on the world stage,
Seeking a journal to confess
Where she will be without redress
As it spreads wide my sorry tale
Stripping her empire of its veil
Before she crumbles in her rage.
Daily I fear knocks on my door
Stretched in darkness beneath my bed
With pounding heart and aching head
Awaiting my next meal in dread
That fresh pizza will be, instead,
Puffer fish pie to square her score.
One day I will make Syria my home
And one day my cup of tears will be gone.
When bullets have lost wings of flight
And bombs lost zips to unzip,
Then I’ll speak freely
To hopes and failures-
Promising them a future
When justice will reign
And young speeches become bold.
One day I will make Nigeria my home,
And one day my thumb prints will speak.
When my hand writes freely
And my pen free to dance,
Then I’ll run home
And commit my days to change,
Kneel to her feet and
Obey her sister-‘RIGHTS’.
When my breathe pours out
Without my notice
And my heart beats
Without drum sounds,
Then my shadow
Will be seen in the open
And my voice will be
The picture of what
Ears want to love and
My pen the dancer of words
They’ll all love to watch perform.
One day I will make Somalia my home,
And one day ‘medium of exchange’ will be my train.
When black-faced flies surrender poisons of blindness
And masculine mosquitoes close down the courts of death,
Then you’ll find thousands
Of my feet on sand
And millions of speeches
On which the future germinates.
One day when Africa matures,
She will be the home of the world
Where people learn to love
And study how to care for the born and unborn.
All these poisons are controlling me
And no they just will not let go
There slowly but surely destroying my life
And leaving my life in woe
So I say damn these poisons
My hand, please let go
Because I am not a person
A person to live in woe
But how does one quit
Everything he's ever done
If everything in his life
Revolves around poisons of one
I can begin to feel the poison
Almost flowing through my veins
These poisons are slowing my life
It's time I made a change
But the Constant temptation
Is very real and always there
So I shall give in to this poison
And act like it isn't there
And on this sad day
Of loneliness and despair
Please do not judge me
It's not like I didnt care
These poisons in my life
Are too strong for thine heart
Maybe one day when I'm ready
I will try for a new start
I have yet to admit it to myself,
But it reads so clearly off my face;
Leaving me to rephrase-
And attempt to keep my pace.
I trace,
The wordless letters-
That have long tainted my skin;
Refusing to surrender-
But my poisons paint my sins,
As the ink thins-
And the walls around me start to spin.
POISONS
Boldly betrayed by my body
It came so fast
Poison coursing through my veins,
My Source, my Self,
Frightening and sure, traveling it’s way
Through me,
Out to get me from my Life,
Taking my blood and twisting ugly
Mutations into unfathomable letters,
Indecipherable Latin words,
No longer my lifeblood
But an enemy who has no use for
Life and cleanliness and health
Lauding power over my Will.
Next, an oxymoronic healing poison
Is injected directly into my Source,
Destroying all and everything in its wake
Unable to take into account the
Character of its red and white victims -
Good, bad or indifferent -
It kills without point or prejudice,
Intentional serial murders with
Fragile tentative plans for
Redemption and regrowth,
It tires me with its vehemence.
It is so exhausting is to wake up and have
Nothing but confusion and hope
As catalysts for breathing and taking in
The mysterious days ahead.
You whisper into my ear,
Sweet nothings that me go weak.
Then you look into my eyes,
With your mysterious gaze,
Causing you to touch my skin,
To feel the burning of our flames.
Caressing my body with a real love,
Then you kiss me with wet, rough lips...
As I feel your eager lips, our starving tongues indulging in their own lust.
Feeling your intoxicating poison...
Boiling through your blood,
Through your soul...
Your intoxicating poison...
Sweet nothings that make me go weak...
It came quiet as the night
Nothing you could fight
It drifted unnoticed in the air
More lethal than an angry bear
He didn't feel a breeze, he didn't feel a change
Nothing out of order, nothing struck him strange
It bound to his hemoglobin, 200 times as strong
His cells were suffocating, all systems going wrong.
They found him in my car, a snow drift behind
The got him out in time for the poison to unwind
I researched it, other compounds also creep in stealth
They may change the way you act, they may destroy your health.
A crime mob found this out, they can ambush, poison you
The motive might be foggy, the method leaves no clue
Just another thing to worry about these days
Bad things can happen, in so many new ways.
See, there are crimes you know were done
But with stealthy drugs in air, there is no smoking gun
We can rub the wrong guy the wrong way
then wonder why the joy fades out, and our life goes gray.