Best Terrorising Poems
I'm so tired to speak,
so words remain asleep
it's a suicide of speech.
There is so much to say.
I fight silent soldiers of suppression -
terrorising like hisses from snakes.
Fragile expressions become
a potpourri of poisoned petals -
melting like snow hit by sunshine
it's a suicide of speech.
Another battle lost to your
wicked war of words.
Or is it the mind overthinking?
No immunisation for ignorance,
when you only see a machine without heart.
I'm mute like dripping blood
it's a suicide of speech.
Concealing truth under sorrow's veil,
so they only see my misleading smile -
they can never kill that.
After all I'm too tired to speak,
so let my words sleep
it's a suicide of speech.
Simple Musing
Silent One
29 February 2020
When Filey's rebel rousing rats,
Were terrorising local cats,
Who would not engage in rodent wars
Refusing even, to go outdoors.
No match for rats, that scavenge scraps,
Instead they sat on old maids laps.
While alley cats who acted tough,
Those rabid rats ignored their bluff.
Until George Burton's name, became folklore
When he destroyed those vermin, by the score.
And with his most aggressive stance,
Those rodents simply, never had a chance.
Then he would say, when quite certain.
Another one's down, it's gone for a Burton.
1/ 10/ 2022.
This is a rather whimsical tribute to the pest controller
George Burton. Who helped the town of Filey North Yorkshire
to maintain health and safety. As a request from his granddaughter.
Manipulations, misrepresentations and government violations,
America has been terrorising for many generations.
Spying allegations, secret conversations,
US imperialism continues to destroy nations.
Cheers and celebrations for leader’s assassinations,
Activists disliked for anti-war demonstrations.
Iraqi invasions, Strategic implications,
Lies and propaganda from bias media stations.
Military occupations in various locations,
Native Americans forced back onto reservations.
Greedy multi-billion dollar corporations with no limitations,
The IMF plus World Bank equals evil creations.
Forced sterilisations, fake vaccinations,
Too many unnecessary health care complications.
Firearm fascination, covert operation,
Bombing without hesitation, countries left in devastation.
Celebrity fixation, racial discrimination,
A country facing global economic isolation.
Guantanamo detainees tortured for information,
A brutal CIA program called enhanced interrogation.
A history of government attacks and ruthless intimidation,
Kids in Fallujah continue to be poisoned from radiation.
Too many Palestinians are victims of dehumanisation,
The US and Israel are a deadly combination.
No admiration for globalisation,
Time to abolish every greedy organisation.
Coca-Cola, Starbucks and McDonalds in every location,
While Wall Street fantasies about world domination.
No exaggeration, it’s not my imagination,
Welcome to the age of Americanisation.
To UN gathering in Newyork, 2005.
(This Poem is dedicated to Dalit human rights
Caste violence: Wednesday, August 31, 2005 (Gohana):
60 Dalit houses burnt down in Gohana, Haryana, India.)
Do you know why matters are pending?
Is nobody has interest to touch them?
Actually a person deals with a matter,
Why does he need it for a benefit?
Who cares about justice?
Thousands files are hiding cases,
They demand to proceed for justice,
Are the concerned people not aware it?
Terrorism is high spotted agenda today,
Poor Dalits are suffering over the centuries,
Their human rights and a terrorising class,
Is still a hiding case as benefit seekers deal?
Are they made options only for Muslims?
They feel their activities are terrorising,
But when they shall feel about Hindu terrorists,
Who burns Dalits houses and rapes them.
Today world’s unanimously adopting,
Why is it on terrorism only for Muslims?
Who shall speak for Dalit human rights?
Why is world blind for Hindu terrorists?
Growing up in a rundown estate
Statistics Predict the youths fate
Gathering in crowds, loitering with intent
Terrorising the weak there days are spent
Subject to verbal and physical abuse
Victims of the crowds drug misuse
They never let up, always a problem
Local authorities fail to solve them
acting out as they've been neglected
Wanting to be seen, heard and respected
They all have a past, story to hide
looking for support, someone to confide
Let down by society, branded as vermin
In an environment where there constantly learning
Happy Halloween everyone
??"Trick or Treat"??
Zombie pirates,
Ghoulish ghouls,
Slimy monsters,
Oozing drool.
Floating ghosts,
Warty witches,
Frankenstein,
Covered in stitches.
Bandaged mummies,
Dracula's bride,
Hairy werewolves,
Slicing your insides.
Possessed dolls,
Ugly scarecrows,
Thirsty vampires,
Slurping up blood flow.
Red devils,
Scary clowns,
Possessed princesses,
Terrorising the town.
The grim reaper,
Evil cats,
Scary Mary,
Oh I, Love all that.
Tonight's the night,
For "Trick or Treat",
Kids of all ages,
Eating too many sweets.
Let me tell you about the notorious two
Well known by both me and you
Terrorising the neighborhood
They ventured in to the wood
Causing mischief, getting up to no good
Poor old Anne May
Was baking cakes and cookies one day
Left them to cool by the window on display
Not knowing that the two were stalking their prey
The little sods ate the hot cookies off the baking tray
Then threatened poor granny May to make some more
When she refused they tried to squeeze her in between the oven doors
Lucky a computer hacker running from the police heard her distressful implore
He witnessed the duo trying to cut her up with a saw
They chased after him and caught him in flight
Boy you should have seen he put up a good fight
The police caught them and the duo acted like two little children that had fright
“It’s not like that,” he said, “Go see the old woman, what a sight.”
The police went to Anne May’s house
She was lying all wounded in a bloody blouse
Still squealing like a little mouse
She shook and would say anything until she saw her spouse
The notorious two were eventually taken to jail
The computer hacker now works for the FBI on bail
And if you want to know what happened to poor old May, the story is out on email.
For those who are blind there is computer screen braille
Clattering coins
forcefully flung
inside a fragmented glass jar,
doleful howls full of misery, woe
nocturnal creatures arise,
rapid rotations,
continual tornados
tedious echos beneath
a derelict railway tunnel,
nefarious lightning
strikes the thunder,
rolling immensely enraged
she roars fighter jets in fury,
disturbed bees, swarming their hive
stalking, terrorising, pestering
a solo stone plunges
down a bottomless well,
belligerent twangs
upon a jilted ukulele,
these were her hunger pangs,
which fed her insomnia at night.
As I sat in quondam agony and anguish,
The inimical air stales through my nose.
A teary, terrorising sting like a potent radish,
So envious of shared beds and emotions volubly composed.
Weakened by haste I screamed in ignominity,
Unaware of these eyes of judgement swelling my wounds.
I pushed away the triffid times. Silently. Cautiously.
On my knees i begged for repletion in ruins.
I stood up with broader clarity yet ponderous,
Awaiting the moments of interregnum once 'He' was king,
Looked up to the persed skies on edge with sights so wonderlous,
Trying to share such cogent details to you in the interim.
A Wraith. Such shock and surprise, I ought to follow.
So suddenly, the despair secretes out of my soul.
Confabulating the past while smiles start to nourish what used to be hollow.
Thankful I avoided the burking. Blandish with touch, sprouting to be whole.
Form:
A deep pink color tinged with orange like that of a flamingo
walking with our feet in shallow water
As I gazed upon the sunlight, dazed and bewildered
Squeezing the life out of us we believed them just like Adam and Eve
were cruelty taking over like cancer
Asking us to put on a mask and loose who we are
Manipulating our psycho
Playing tricks on us
Terrorising our souls
Hijacking our thoughts
Waving the flag singing the national anthem but they kept on firing the chili bullets mixed with ginger, cumin and oregano
They mow down a number of lives
Seeing the blood of my brothers and sisters smeared to my face
The trait of extreme cruelty
What a brutal barbarous savage act
The color of our flag painted with the blood of innocent people
They have being treated in a cruel and savage manner
My mind is still on replay trying to find answers
We are in agony of hopeless grief
We're griped by fear of failure and rejection
20.10.20 is the dressing code
Venue Lekkitollgate
As they danced and rejoice by sipping the blood of young Nigerians
What they asked for was just a new Nigeria
The mistakes of our past will not hold us
Surrounded by demons on our left and angels on our right
You can't mute us
We're on a rescue mission to save our fatherland
@bint__abdolrahman
On a dark isle off Scotland's west coast
There sits a castle with it's evil host
This harbourer of witchcraft and demonic doom
Is to leave this planet like a deathly dark tomb
Servants of the night as they have in the past
Will once again rise to finish their task
Summoned they will come from the fires of Hades
Black angels of him to the light they'll degrade
At every full moon they command the skies
They will unleash their fear with shrieking cries
These bat shaped creatures with heads of snake
Devour their enemy to a deadened shake
Villages and towns make ready their night
The safety of the clans from evils delights
Deep in the cellars and caves where we hide
Discussions for hope to repair this divide
Tears flow as emotions are shared
When this hell is over how many of us will be spared
From where we shelter we hear terrorising screams
To the older of us, it's more reoccurring dreams
Into the hours of the morn the onslaught goes on
What kind of a place can these creatures come from
Suddenly we hear the most thunderous of crashes
As the cobalt blue black is cut through with flashes
We see on the hills the glowing of white
Sporadic they are as they come out of the night
These riders of white on unicorns they ride
Is this what will save us and repair the divide
They raise their arms releasing white silver flashes
Connecting with these creatures as they turn into ashes
Many hours of conflict as the dawn brings a new day
The land reeks of battle and deathly decay
As we enter the light and our surroundings we view
The count leaves not many, I'm just one of a few
To the unicorns we turn, in praise to declare
But we see nothing at all, they were no longer there
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/dark-5.php
Mine is a road that has no definite ends
Mine is the truth that always bends
Mine is that terrorising expectation that transcends
Mine is the unspeakable news that every sign portends
Mine is a sun that shall not shine bright
Mine is a group of stars but yet no light
Mine is the hurtful feelings that all shall incite
Mine are the flames of chaos that shall ignite
Mine is the sorrows, the horrors and the pain
Mine is the pandemonium your tomorrows will not contain
Mine is the evil from which I shall not abstain
Mine is the iniquity that will be instigated with might and main
Mine is all the damage that cannot be undone
Mine is the intensity that shall exceed that of a scorching sun
Mine is the moment that shall and WILL be the only one
Mine is the one left after all is said and done
Mine shall extend from the setting of the day through the break of dawn
Mine is the disquieting atmosphere that your violence shall spawn
Mine is your innocence that the fury of my conflict shall descend upon
Mine will be done over and over and over again until I am gone
Form:
some play as if they are tpoo good for me
when they are scum
some play as tho they have to kiss my butt
and every knows the merry go round that goes rtound and round and round
and they criticise
and worship
and i beg to doiffer
as they count how many times i pick my nose and poop and pee
so they can throw it in my face
all in the name of humanity
because in grade school i was suspicious
when ozzy osbourne was eating bats
and madonna was masterbating on stage
and heavy metal acts were commiting suicide on stage
i fifgurted Hitler ran the place
so i had to see for myslef and invented the game and the rulkes to the game to
drive troy crazy
oh if only you could see your faces
back to the neon ballroom
steem will rise
back to the neon ballroom
and then slide away to whats under rug swept there is hardly any time
The game of drive troy crazy
and no one seems to care
reaching out in the absense of darkness
to prove to you
im a real life super hero victom
social experiment
to terrorise youy in your backyard
and tghe police wont do anything
and neither will the feds
so i can turn it all aroundf in the hollywood happy ending
and you can all guess again
until you know who i truly am
Im your terrorist
victom of being terrorised
wont you help me im terrified terrorising you
so they can control you with my fear
because fear is contagious
otherwise wed have genocide
so whats the new object to crave?or who is the new role to purchase?
should we rewind the tapes?
im justa robot and plastic are my brains
smoked crack with many of the mayors friends
art of seduction
some of the grossest men
Need some clarity edmonton
someone crazy enough to get information
easy enough
and i'm a civilian
how your staff is unaware of your situation is mind blowing
I'd fire them
Homelessness and seasons used as weapons
and you deny you have an enemy
when they poison your people
take their jobs
and then the police beat up the homeless
Edmonton you have a problem
a huge drug problem
and its not a game
they are trying to kill you
one by one
and its working
working out for them just fine
drug dealers terrorising entire apartment buildings
and then the police beay up the victom
of a hostage situation
why would i lie about this
your munchanson jailbait scapegoat has something to say
your hospitals is one thing i will never forget
never ending reprimands for everything
and taunted towards suicide
and you have no problem with that
Not like i was undercover or anything
but obviously your enemies have found your achilles heal
and the people recovering from the attack of drugs and terror
in the wake of their dead friends and messed up parents
living on assistance is just a joke
they obviously know what they are doing
so who does that make happy
beat me to the punch
and turn the other cheek
Civil war of two cities
calgary better than edmonton
on the radio
civil war from province to province
i think you've lost control and have some issues
you need to pay attention to
your media is out of control
never ending reprimands for being alive
good luck edmonton
fairwell
HALLOWEEN NIGHTMARE
A cracked crystal light,
ignites visions of the night.
Losing your dimension,
begins a nightmare detention.
A hologram ride,
where fears cannot hide,
theatres of terrorising thoughts,
the kind, closing eyes blind,
of a demented psychotic mind.
Faces of horror, now seen,
smeared across a slimy screen,
only you hearing the scream,
of this terrifying darkest dream,
with evil echoes of laughter,
thundering mentally louder.
Totally in a trance,
like some zombie stance,
hypnotized, mesmerized, fantasized, desensitized.
A mask of insanity,
upon your door of destiny,
to dare you deeper, in this nightmare venture.
Smashed are all signs and ways,
entering a smokey mirror maze,
a feeling of danger and dismay,
trapped with no exit way.
Seeing an illusionary shape,
simulating a silhouette shadow,
signalling your fate to escape.
A neonic storm, light stars in sight.
Angels stave and save,
from you becoming a demon's slave.
Reality returning,
as night reveals morning,
shivering and shaking,
suddenly awakening.
No longer there,
is this Halloween nightmare