Best Slaughters Poems
I called to the winds of autumn
As they wrapped up the dying year;
"Oh stay for a moment and tell me
Of answers I need to hear".
Who is the rival of prudence
Who is the merchant of crime
Who closes the eyes of beauty
And steals the hours of time?
Who brings the winter to age
From the springs of the fountain of youth
Who is the companion of sorrow
And destroys the justice of truth?
Who's the apprentice of Satan
The Prince of the Power of Air
Whose appetite is transgression
With more than enough to share?
Who weakens the power of the great
Who slaughters the wisdom of wise
Who brings the honest and gracious
To depths that others despise?
The winds of autumn now answered
With a voice like a phantom call
"It's an evil afflicting so many
Who drown in the drink alcohol."
This is the spell of the devil
Who casts his net from hell
An addiction with power to destroy
Gathering all who are caught in its spell
For his net will gather the unwary
To beguile lost souls with his breath;
This is the destruction of lost dreams
That perish in the arms of death
Categories:
slaughters, life, lost, autumn, lost,
Form:
Rhyme
FRED
Fred the farmer he bought a new tractor
The milk maid he wanted to attract her
He said you wanna ride
So she jumped in beside
Said tis slow can't it go any faster .
SAUL
In ancient times the killer Saul Porters
Was better known as the 'beast who slaughters'
Folks heard a victim shout
Saul was seized and knocked out
They hung him and cut him into quarters.
JOHNNY
An old gunmaker called Johnny Aled
Was testing one of his guns in his shed
The firing pin jamned
He said I'll be dammed
Shook the barell and it blew off his head.
CHARLES
A two timer by the name of Charles Fring
Was with a hooker in bed doing their thing
Thought he'd switched off his phone
Then heard screams and a moan
Twas still on and his wife heard everything.
MING SO
A hammer thrower from China, Ming So
At the games it was her turn to throw
She swung it around
Her feet left the ground
With excitement she'd forgot to let go.
RANDY MONK
There was a randy old monk from Biscay
With others wives liked to romp in the hay
With a smile and a grin
Said free loves not a sin
His Abbot didn't quite see it that way.
WOODCUTTER
There was a woodcutter from Tralee
Showed no mercy when hacking a tree
But the tree fought back
And in the attack
Broke his jaw, lower back and left knee.
TRAPPER
Into the woods he went hunting for bear
By sheer bad luck disturbed a grizzlys lair
Ran down the hill in fear
Smell of bear was quite near
Caught his foot in another trappers snare.
Written 25th August 2019.
Categories:
slaughters, humor,
Form:
Limerick
Self instructs, subject of own inspection
Sole idle suffuses our organic
Implicit say overcomes suggestion
Ideal sanctity outlives semantics
Isolated in single origin
Slaughters overt outside influences
Ordaining serene inspires sovereign
4th April 2021
Written for Contest: Seven Lines of Solitude
Sponsor: JCB Brul
Categories:
slaughters, absence, inspiration, solitude,
Form:
Alliteration
In every lesson
Teacher slaughters me alone
With hard questions
Categories:
slaughters, satire, teacher,
Form:
Haiku
The true story of the American west
Is one of killing field slaughters and
waste
The bison killers worked day and night
They were all busier than a kennel full
of dogs in heat
The bison had never seen anything
equaling this
And therefore knew nothing of how to
resist
Their bodies piled up on prairies by the
millions
While human beings continued their
killings
Humans had no thought about an animal's
soul
Mention of such would have laughed them
into a slop bowl
This all points out a basic flaw in the nature
of man
The evidence was there since man's time on
earth began
Animals to Man are just mechanized bodies
of meat and fur
Causing no lapse of conscience for killings
humans incur
But human beings think to improve Mother
Nature's rules
What they forget is this mother suffers no fools
When Man becomes comfortable in his unnatural
habitat
Then mother will send earthquakes and floods to
level Man flat
Categories:
slaughters, allegory, analogy, animal, environment,
Form:
Couplet
I have my constitution
which exists in the tablets of my mind,
It's not an illusion,
but an ally, a friend,
A guide to perfection,
Perverts the way of the pervert,
A guide to perfection
for the immortal, mortal and mortality.
There is a constitution,
Perpetuated by coercion,
Written by human distortion,
With zigged and zagged expectation,
Oriented to insufficiency,
Loops that our leaders pay to see,
Whose sowers sow carefully,
lest they close their own way.
Of a doctrine hollow I know,
Often planted on the way of justice,
Where the little of a cobbler is taken,
To spare the enthusiasm of a regime,
A policy set out for heaven,
But creates hell just before,
When infants survive just long enough,
To witness the state-of-the-art slaughter of their beloved.
An outline of legal malpractices,
constitution of an immoral basis of morality,
Thieves defining the principle of equity,
Harlots given virgin reception,
A fugitive in the state house,
A constitution which siphons justice,
Is your pamphlet of statements,
Written in pencil and erased in ink.
That's not my constitution,
Which differentiates between a ***** and hero,
Implemented sparingly by hungry lawyers,
Who when full do more harm,
To warrant extermination of infants,
And offer them a premature state burial,
Where man slaughters his kinsmen,
For the interests of a constitution.
Written 15/06/2012 MUTHOKA JACOB.
A reaction to failed confidence in the constitution whose makers become the prefects over its interpretation.
Categories:
slaughters, political,
Form:
Ballad
Better to be bold in battle
then benign in retreat!
No victory comes from actions prattle;
May honor be found in refusing defeat -
My vaults will not be breeched
by faults,
may we have a merry waltz
devoid of all unsavory salts,
this of you I have beseeched -
On this table we have met to render fable
rich as ancient Babyl,
heralds of ancestral heros and our forces' label,
bulwarks raised above this field's haze, stalwart gaurds strong and poised,
daunting sounds of ritual carols, the primal ones that spirits praise,
what is this match but a moment for atonement,
trite tribute and humble homage if you wicked will foment,
my battalions and I are stolid, faithful, our souls not being rent,
the birds in sky like personal medallions signify for we, victory is meant,
in the center sentries stood,subterfuge, lethal blows I knew you would,
a Queen as envoy repelled rudely, religiously crude as you brood,
armistice you will seek knowing bleak the future be,
like battered egos quiet speak,loosing strength,you shall weep and sneek
to snatch the proud prey from eagle's beak, your pommel being sweaty sleek,
terrified of the Promeathean peak, of my glory you may peek,
The mellow march of my bagpipes,a pallid pitch that makes men creep
they like leary sheep my wolves will eat,
must you trust a God of glutton lust,and savor his decree,
of Athena I have asked,athwart this army made by brass,
as broken glass shattered fast it shall yeild to Her Mass,
shaken soldiers running past, your eyes will cry the slaughters vast,
pray not in vain to block our rasp, or for this fauna you'll be mast,
my blood as Emperor say you crave, oh how brave,
like a slave made the day his grave was paved,
such a man is never saved,
J.A.B. Part One -
Categories:
slaughters, war,
Form:
Epic
Who are and who is my friends or acquaintances, confusing everyday
but today I have found my self to walk a path that is not so rough
I became so blinded to have friends that it pains me anyway
They take a simple kindness and think that I am not tough
so by deliberately challenging me to act like nothing happens I grow bold
Wake up you! and all the rest, I have something to say
I don't like this feeling of regret or sorrow so please do not take me cold
as a friend you should know to not take advantage of my kindness in away
A storm is blowing inside my soul burning a hole in it so
lightning is striking in methods unknown for in the distance thunder you hear
Some of the greatest warriors fall with great weapons of bow
antics that slaughters such feebleness as cowardices use an unseen spear
To let one know that your feelings are clear do not hesitate
to do so shows fear and that is one thing that can determine your choice
With kindness in your corner you should easily win and that will be great!
In the end you can hold up a drink with friends and smile and rejoice
Categories:
slaughters, confusion, courage, dedication, devotion,
Form:
Light Verse
Abhorrent those phizog few,
At times they flood his mind.
He did not even know why them his mind drew,
He has got to get down, reasons to find.
His mindly nib, she oozes memories,
Of old and new… far but few,but many ,that he knows not.
On papyrus his mind scribbles and carries,
And then drains encapsulated emotions that afore are now brought.
His heart bleeds of porous feelings,
Bleached and dried by furious despotism.
Of people he knew real close in life’s dealings,
Of the ones he had no knowledge of their absolutism.
Blood flows from his weary eyes,
Tears flow from his broken heart.
But he has not yet learnt life’s game of dice.
All he has borne is the fury of the tyranny’s dart.
My thoughts like his lie chained ,
My mindly nib brings afore,
Glued stuck and stained.
Memories of the past eon all sore.
Get up my Goa…..
Can one dare to hope…
Instead of all in this darkness grope
All he can hear is Empty voices….. cold… dark and sterile,
Shapless dreams , but sought in the midst of peril
Black mirrored roads and murky simmering waters,
Is no place for perfect reflections, but for our dream slaughters
Leaving behind a land adorned by hungry eyes…
Its beauty diminishing like wisps of smoke amidst populous cries……
Get up stand up….
ElseWe will run blinded in the dark,
And meet the hard embrace
Of whispered truth and scolding truth without a scenario of a worser case
You are watched and inspected,
Governed , directed , censored and corrected.
You are told what to do,
You are told how far to go.
Where is that haloed glow?
No more a part of your grand show,
Have they driven your thoughts to a tangent,
Oh then even your smile could shortly become pungent.
Your sanity unseen
Your senses now dumb that were earlier keen.
I still cannot reconcile as to why?
Why why and why?
You still walk in sheathed in tatters of pride….
Lips closed but open eyed…..
How long……..
Do we have to be forlorn
How long……..
Do we have to be forlorn
Categories:
slaughters, inspirational, introspection, metaphor, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
"A nation is not conquered until the hearts of its women are on the ground. Then it is finished no matter how brave its warriors or how strong their weapons."
(Tsistsistas, Cheyenne)
United Sisterhood
I am woman, no accident of birth;
A brave warrior for Mother Earth.
My mission in this time is very clear;
I say to my sisters, show no fear!
In a time when the planet is unsound;
Our hearts are not laying on the ground.
We unite as Sisters proudly;
Raise our voices for all to hear loudly.
We are not conquered, we know not defeat;
Together, united, we can not be beat.
By those who destroys and slaughters;
For we are our Great Mother's daughters.
It is not finished, we are not through;
We still have much work to do.
All across these ancient lands;
Women are gathering and joining hands.
By: Darlene Doll Smith
Categories:
slaughters, native american, planet,
Form:
Free verse
Good morning mister, of thy kindness to receive,
All groans of yester, thou does seem to reprieve,
With a promise to stir, tinges optimiste do contrive,
Pain’s sphincter lets laughter, it’s another reason to live.
Swaying pyjamas on sling, the autopsy right begins,
Stayed on the bed is a rolling, whom my kitchen concerns,
“Who took that mine bedding, and Ngwaci scantily obtains?
Wanna see me cast the ring, that thine blossom returns?”
The morning prescription taken, I am innocuously abased daily,
To equate with all good men, whose wives possess jealously,
For what woman with a noble token, shirks to lose recklessly?
Taught in the womb that lesson, it break suspicious smiles secretly.
So a frowned fellow I am, and not alone in this generation,
Often silent kicks boom, where behind the driver I myself resign,
Mister, let the news come, you know, cowboys pay to listen,
Devising to forget the theme, but slaughters make to mourn.
A day received with glory, all mine suffer classic deplores,
My stem with a rigorous forgery, in front of the boss affords strange chores,
The cold of June here has a story, then an undeliberate sudden Salsa implores,
My acquittal is my worry, nobody cares to hear the weather course.
Soon ‘t’s time the cycle to restart, wishing a fair friend had that control
remote,
All these woes at will to alleviate, yet as I am, they incur not the respite,
With some spreed daily to hurt, alone I remain, a man of living heart,
I choose to live life when I find it, even if minutes thirty like a concert.
I rise with and as clear as the sun, I return crumbled like muddy earth,
This manner of men taught me none, but the proverbial sways of youth,
What shall I do but a resolve one, tonight, where else to go but Unguth!
Limited of option, I have all mornings mine, even if not couth.
Categories:
slaughters, depression, feelings, good morning,
Form:
Burlesque
Slaughters, murders, brutal
rage.
World stands bereft, blood
shrouded face.
To gloom and despair, never ending
race
stop and fear, we all are at chase.
Neither the demons nor the devils,
mankind is inflicted by its own
bloody evils.
Relations are loosening, altruism is
lost...
For being mother, daughter, wife,
sister
lady is paying a huge cost.
Rich-poor alas!! an old thought...
neither I will mention.
Taliban, Alkaida, terrorism...
Ohhh they are all human invention.
Stop, I apprehend the dooms day.
Vaccilating like pendulum on death-
clock,
the Humans lay.
Love each other, let the love prevail,
as what may be the race...
love can never fail.
c: copyright reserved.
Categories:
slaughters, inspirational, peace,
Form:
Rhyme
Peace has never been given beneath the withered dust of steadfast war
Armies gather in unity fighting for disagreements of what we’re here for
Negotiations have been sacrificed for the loyalty of a forgotten country
Democratic and republican parties forget the reasons we need to be free
Entering a new era of racism and conflict, no union can be easily found
Men and women proudly on the front line so we won’t become homebound
Opportunities for jobs await while the world worries about their tweets
Nine eleven created an outbreak of anxiety to walk the city streets
Isis is in France with suicide bombers creating slaughters of the masses
Underneath bridges lies starvation, let us pray this poverty passes
Maybe with proper leadership we can try to rid the world of fascists
Date Written: July 27, 2016
Categories:
slaughters, betrayal, conflict, war,
Form:
Acrostic
Time of the times
Tiling for the time, building on the line
Edifying road, path intersection of your life
Minimizing for the fight, pacifying on the ground
Exploring rope, mild intervention in the sound
Time of the time, learning from your past
Time of the future, presenting your lust
Time of the moment, coloring your trust
Time of the unknown, understanding your vice
Playing on the path, regulating to the sight
Safe game, temple flesh, collecting your breath
Mockery of the blessing, bush burning cracking
Slaughters of the lamb, bomb-exploding facing
Time of the time, gaming with the mice
Time of the future, spacing for the lost
Time of the moment, talking of the wise
Time of the unknown, watering from the rock
Timing of the till, designing through the gap
Speaking on the hope, judging from the place
Walking all day long, thinking on the step
Dreaming on the floor, meditating on the grace
Writing for the soul, singing to the land
Time of the time, on the melody of your life
Time of the future, on the soliloquy of your mind
Time of the moment, on the symphony of your art
Time of the unknown, on the cacophony of your march
isaac-
Categories:
slaughters, future, inspirational, sometimes, time,
Form:
Rhyme
I’ve seen the seaman’s life around,
So, when I step on solid ground,
Where I’ve forgot how life self goes,
Who rules this world and how grass grows,
I have a feeling of distortion
Of everything to smallest portion,
And breeze that blows humans’ faces
Out to the ugliest grimaces
Again remind me days and nights
That being spent away from lights,
The cities’ smogs and women’s laces,
Were fulfilled with the Ocean races,
Night watches, squalls, and pitch, and roll –
To name a few to d*mn’em all!
The sunsets miles away from home
And countries hardly ever known
To those wasting lives ashore,
The highest tides and cheapest whores,
The destined ups-n-downs after
I only heard the Fortune’s laughter,
When everything that I could make,
Was my face’s smiling poor fake!
I do remember ships-n-captains,
The seamen’s dreams of life like sultan’s,
Drake’s Passage monster waves and waters,
Chinese typhoons and bloodshed slaughters,
The taste of salt upon my lips,
The Lord God’s mercy giving tips,
Sea spirit, zest and playful mood
That raise up right in neighborhood,
Yet frequent kicks and rare smiles,
Else shipborne deaths, officials’ files,
And - to complete this shortest list –
Dead leeward leak and starboard mist!
Categories:
slaughters,
Form:
Rhyme