Best Ransom Poems
RANSOM NOTE
A stark white note left on the front door,
Bright red droplets of blood on the floor,
Dear God, let my niece and child be alive,
Please, please let them survive!
I am told do not to call in the police,
Lest they take revenge and their patience cease,
But I have no option, I must,
True story of this kidnap is lust,
Money they want, I want my children and peace,
I want my children back, please!
I sit anxiously and terrified by the phone,
I’m so exhausted I fall asleep all alone
Waiting to hear good news,
And praying the situation will defuse.
I’m frozen with fear to my very core,
But suddenly hear voices, and a knock on my door,
With trepidation I open, there stand the police,
With two wide eyed children, my son and my niece,
They look battered, a young girl and a small boy,
I couldn’t contain my tears and ecstatic joy,
As I engulf them in a hug, dear God, they’re alive,
You made sure, that you helped them survive!
The wicket culprits were arrested in a dark lane,
Inflicting petrified children with unthinkable strain,
My life no longer seemed senseless and black,
For I had my purpose for life back!
Justice and the long arm of the law had won,
The greatest joy for a mother, under the sun!
My Lord, what more need I ask of you?
For you have left your throne of light
Came to this place of shadows
Wherein lies treachary
And sin rules the days...
Taking my place
Soul redeemed
By your
Blood
Were I to live a thousand lives
Lay the worlds' treasures at your feet
Perform stringent penance
I could never return
The ransom you paid...
Crucifixion
By your blood
I am
Free!
~*~
What is the gift in your life
Is it your husband or wife
Is it your children, your lover, your pet
The notion of someone you haven’t met yet
Is it the door that you shut on the havoc
The sanctity of your four walls
Relaxing with something with lemon and ice
The chatter when family calls
What is the essence of life
Is it the joy or the strife
Is it the gift of another new day
Is it the moonlight that wipes it away
Is it the senses that most take for granted
Til veils are pulled over your eyes
The joy of the breath that means you escaped death
And you realise your life is a prize
What is the price of a life
When it dwells on the edge of a knife
Is it dollars or cents as it sits on the fence
Before it stands firm or repents
Is it a penny ignored by the many
A glint to the partially blind
When shots overhead leave passers-by dead
As I kneel to see what I may find
So what is the value of life
When gangland reprisals are rife
And witnesses number not many
But my life was saved by a penny
So is this the value of life
Not a bargain store bear nor a Steiff
A penny: A low value find
But a glint to the partially blind
I don't remember what I miss
Or if I left it where it is
I wasn't going anywhere
And I sure did get there fast
No matter where I run
I can't outrun the past
But I've walked away from running
With nowhere left to go
Price check on isle 6 please
Was there a mark down on my soul
Never noticed no one noticed
The mask covering my fears
Carving lines upon my face
As time outran my tears
Emotions frozen into place
The mask demands a ransom
Payable in years
t'was for you and I
a baby was born and died
God, his Father, cried
When innocence no longer knows fear
the rivers of earth will unleash a baptism,
as anger fades with their ancestors genes
souls of the Guf will forevermore fly free
Evils are blinding the light of humanity
spotting the gaze of the troubled
stealing the hearts of the lost,
a graver threat now revolutionizes war
We've only one chance to save our world
do not waste it with greed and envys lies,
now with connections made planet wide
the danger has never been more imminent
Turn every first contact into one of love
you will never find a stronger bind,
touch the water flowing on wails of grief
know their pain, believe it until death
Let justice rise her heavenly sword
lowering it onto the nape of the wicked,
and eternally let truth be your shield
no greater protection exists on earth
Find peace in a seeded blade of grass
know a communion of humanity in a sunrise, as the federation of angels arrives, know,
they come in peace but prepared for war.
Balanced on a blackening precipice
in these moments a choice is made,
that commitment will lead the world
into a platinum age of peaceful bliss
They hold our names ransom
as if our fathers are kings.
Put a cloth over its face and drive
it to a destination unknown.
They hold our names ransom.
They shout their demands over a coin
operated public phone.
In the middle of a busy street,
unmarked bills in black bags, no police.
They hold our names ransom.
They demand a swap the
money for its life.
When we get to the rendezvous point
they drive off and tell us to follow.
They hold our names ransom.
They drive off to the outskirts of the city
where the police are few and thugs a plenty.
We start to panic and hope the police who told
us not to worry will come in time and save us.
They hold our names ransom.
They count the bonded bills make sure it’s all there
then they drag our names from the boot.
We run to it to embrace it and tell it that its safe
but its not because they do not yet see shiny rings.
W.Arends
Each time we're together
we're a million miles apart.
You see me though I'm never really there.
Lost in your thoughts
I
slowly
disappear
Fading like yesterday's sun
My words are but shadows, lost to the night
Your thoughts become your prison
Held captive by the silence
I try to pay the ransom
A
Penny
For
Your
Thoughts
Nigerians are on the run
Refugees in search of Asylum
No more sweetness in their fatherland
Their dreams have crumbled
The giant of Africa is in shambles
With hope of her youth buried under the rubbles of
Man made insurgency
Banditry and insane killings
Evil holds sway everywhere
While goodness scamper to safety
Succor for the needy
Has been looted by the greedy
Kidnapping has been legalized
As perpetrators haggle ransom
With constituted authorities
Like in the open market
While security forces stand aloof
Awaiting their share of the pie
Armaggeddon is surely here
Ransom
God’s church
worship here
or the puppy gets it
‘s paused entrance
muted celebration
muffled scream
and shout
Ransom
God’s church
worship here
or the puppy gets it
‘s just desserts
viewed destruction
failed backers
who blame
Ransom
God’s church
worship here
or the puppy gets it
‘s selected boxes
disposed choices
removed at
Ransom
God’s church
worship here
or the puppy gets it.
Embarrassed faces don’t forgive.
Sinking into a bloody death,
Show real love next time and
Start feeling the open passion.
Stop the natural fear and,
Sacrifice the stress.
Its pitch black in the meadow
Shadows everywhere.
With a heavily beating heart
I start to walk through.
When out jumped a " I dont know"
Was too fast for me to see,
Have goosebumps up my arms
Need to find somewhere to wee.
When i felt a hand on my neck
I screamed and you can guess,
No longer need to find a place
have already wet myself.
Flickering lights and ghoulish faces
Are heading straight for me
Lights of orange and black
Are steadily blinding me.
They start to dance around me
Wrapping me in duct tape
Marched me shouting to my home
Thinking a ransom they will take
Only my old dog at home
Saw the figures and then saw me
She jumped at them snarling
Causing their masks to break away
Was then that I could see
Was my neighbours children
Oh what a forfeit this will be
For the next three months
A valeted car will pleasure me
Contest: Everything Halloween
Penned 24 August 2013 by Seren Roberts
God’s Word is a mirror, strong proof,
a basic, factual tool which can typify mankind.
Archaic illustration from this book…
abduction, untruths, conniving and killing.
Individual, loyal to God for a long span
abruptly drops control, turning corrupt.
King David was that man with a mind for God
How did such disloyalty occur?
First a craving for that which was not his own
having way too much; lust commands sway.
Adultery runs to duplicity
Fornication functions
as assassination’s aid.
Words unmask a king’s guilt, Nathan’s symbolism.
Most important, words also log the king's sorrow -
“My sin is against you, my Lord.”
David is pining for pardon; his ransom awaits.
David owns up to truth;
his body, spirit and soul worn out,
his rapport with God brought back
always mindful of its implications.
July 12, 2020
Brian Strand, Vers Libre
Thya thya thya
Ghaat laga k thya
Zoor laga k hya
Bap bara na bhaya
Sab say bara rupaya
Paar laga do naya
Thya thya thya.
Every pore on my skin,
Lusts for the desire of your fingertips,
You can play me like you play the acoustic,
If that is all you wish,
Your voice would quell,
Each tear I’ve spilt,
And yet I walk alone,
Knowing your spirit,
Like I can hear it,
In my chest-
There are times,
When my mind,
Ventures to you and discovers,
A maze,
With the haze,
Of smoke;
I may never break the shell,
That is you,
But I can dream,
Of my tall dark and handsome,
I would pay a ransom,
For your heart,
And never look back,
If it was mine to keep.