Best Violator Poems
Driving home in the dark
telegraph poles like a thousand crucifix's line my road.
Winding lanes leading home, but my life going nowhere.
Just a number on a plc payroll.
I'm just waiting to find out what will kill me.
There's no escape victim or violator we all die
slave to commerce.Can you live without it !.
My two up two down world
My body clock ticking down
Was I born or manufactured for some company's gain
A florescent light replaces my sun
and I talk, at the sound of call centre bleep
I'm no free man, a paid slave
not even human to the management crew
just another victim of corporate greed
to be tossed aside as my child takes my seat
on this cruel roller coaster ride
CALLED LIFE
comp entered 12/09
Sustained by dense manipulation
corruption rears its ugly head
hiding its identity
behind masks of deceit...
the violator
abuses with
a nameless
coward’s
face.
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Contest: Form ‘N’ ~ Nonet
Sponsor: Broken Wings
Placed 1st
© 24th April 2017
Esther and PD
Sitting on a tree.
Esther touched PD, repeatedly
A poetry soup violator was she.
Then came PD, and smacked her around
Showed her what true women are all about
Esther the Greedy..........
RIP...............................
~SKAT~
Let me tell you straight-up that I been in too many relationships where the sex was
not about fulfillment, therefore, I do not want to deal with the stressors.
You see I need a certain man to take me as I am even when I am in my mood swings.
The frustrated points, the agony in wanting, and the denial of desires unfulfilled is
nothing more than incompatibility.
I do not like being under pressure.
My mind, my body, my soul are not interweaved.
These are three different aspects my man must perceive to conceive.
I do not need a war zone in that this occurs when you lie about who you are.
A domestic violator from herein is palpable.
You see I want to be a whole person.
Do not meddle my mind.
Do not deny my body the enjoyment it desires.
Do not play in that we are of the same vibes.
I just want a lover that realizes that I am his to cultivate.
He is there to soul mate.
Insofar as we may part eventually, he will be forever a part of me.
Please understand.
I merely intend for love and happiness to win.
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Penned February 25, 2015!
Vengeance
Life. A precious gift
breathed into the body of man by God,
the Father of all creation.
Life. The perfect gift,
Taken by the hand of a sinful man.
Five bullets to the head
a mother of four dead.
Baby boy lying near her bosom
when home sweet home
became a war zone.
Motherless children
devastation is their reality.
Mother's shed blood
drapes baby’s body,
like a scarlet overcoat…
Malefactor’s sinful heart continues to beat
pumping putrid blood into icy veins.
Minion of the devil,
violator of all that's right
How do you sleep at night?
You sit in court with your head hung low.
ruthless villain, surely you are not ashamed.
Remorse knows not your name.
Apologetic vomit spewed out the holder of lies
situated on your aggravated face.
Life. Snuffed out by your hand
like a candle struck by a mighty wind.
36 years to life, the sentence you must serve...
Step right up vengeance,
your room awaits
You awaken and he is gone.
It’s the weekend and he has no work to be done.
He leaves at the break of sunshine.
You don’t know why.
So now you are down with your face in a frown.
What’s up with him you say out loud.
Why does he treat me this way now?
Yet, you still love him you state.
He is the best thing yet you think.
Accordingly, you beautify yourself.
You relax and begin to wait on him.
He usually returns at noon.
You make sure you are in his comfort zone.
This will enable you to know where he is going.
Now it is eleven o’clock and he has not call.
Your thoughts are trouble because he always calls.
Your vibes become strong.
You feel tears form.
You think about all the ups and downs you have had in this relationship.
You know it is time to leave it.
That’s when you said to yourself be patient he will be home soon.
If not, I will be here until he comes.
You hear the door open.
He comes in smoking.
He seems to be stressed.
You don’t dare to address him as he is.
He speaks to you first.
He asked you do you want to make love.
You thought he was trying to make you laugh.
So you laughed and a new chapter begins…
You are looking for a more fulfilling relationship.
You are tired of the negative.
Man want to be abusive – a violator and user.
He does not respect your feelings.
He is a killer of your inner being.
So you find a new way of seeing why woman would turn to a woman.
Same sex you see forthcoming.
As a result,
I want to marry a woman.
But, I am not a lesbian.
I am sexual responsive to beauty in which I want a real sexual experience.
I want out this confusion.
You not aware that you are speaking to him -
Until…
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Written August 19, 2016!
"Ark"
books have eyes here
they sense things
through the turning of leaves
strange chapters
they listen to small sounds
loud lives lived quietly
they are grounded cells
measured by rings
in untouchable ancient territories
somewhere else,
Amazonia
sheds tears
she cries
for her children,
and herself, to be saved
the violator
rapes her body
he beats her until she is dry
he doesn’t hear her
he takes and takes, from her,
what he thinks, is his
her pain, his pleasure
he undresses her
the way he likes
her children
he mutilates
and discards
the bounty, his treasure
the air to breathe, sullied,
becomes much thinner
when the soul collectors came
they only saved
the purest energy
the books have eyes here
they watch, they listen
they see things unseen
through other dimensions
measureless to man
they record his story
eventually, the ancient ones ascend,
with mother Gaia, her daughter Amazonia,
and all creatures, their children
through strange waves
they take new leaves
freedom to breathe
they are the higher vibrations
rapturously transported
to the better worlds
the story recorded
in each book with eyes,
chapters from all the leaves
stripped bare,
remain with the violators
who now stand discarded
unwanted,
left behind in despair
crying their tears
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
“Ocelot”/Emancipator
https://youtu.be/Yn_g40iRi90
"The trees will tell their secrets to those that tune in.”
Steven Magee
"They claim this mother of ours, the Earth,
for their own use, and fence their neighbors
away from her, and deface her
with their buildings and their refuse."
Sitting Bull
"We have enslaved
the rest of the animal creation,
and have treated our distant cousins
in fur and feathers so badly
that beyond doubt,
if they were able to formulate a religion,
they would depict the Devil in human form."
William Inge
Population
Seems to be a constant ratio
New born and deaths
Always keep a balance
Marriage and pregnancy
Triple the populations
New generations emerge
Wars ,disasters ,epidemics, natural causes
Double the diminishing
Deaths occur
What's a hell
Who is guilty
Man is a part of the violator
Because he starts a war
Because he persuades the virus grows
Because he's careless about the natural disasters
And too bad
Some people are still making profit out of them
And life becomes harder and harder
In the end
Man pays an extra debt for his own deeds
Just because of
A fake population balance
A real scandal
To kill and to conquer( wars )
To pursuit freedom of choice of life styles ( selfish and careless )
In the end
Some people just sigh
They can't do anything
Because this Omicron is also just a population balance
The Image comic’s antihero Spawn,
born Albert Simmons, devil worshippers' son,
becomes a high-ranking official in the CIA,
and turns into a capable and ruthless assassin.
To burn him to death, conspires Strinson,
who sends him to rot permanently in hell,
where the devil makes him a Hellspawn.
With the brutally burnt body in pain,
he eventually comes back to earth alive again,
as a demonic sentinel, called Violator,
without having knowledge of his previous identity.
He wanders in a state of bewilderment weary
with the remnants of the failed memory,
till the time he locates his lost wife, Wanda.
When he is told his powers may get depleted,
and to hell he will return divested,
in order to perpetuate his strength,
he seeks for his life a new mission,
performs many antihero escapade actions,
fights the criminals of organized crimes,
demolishing the demon’s domination.
In the long run, his abode is bombed,
he survives, and on revival, hears God as dog tell,
Wanda is trapped in hell.
So, he fights the Satan and saves her,
redeems his love for her who goes to heaven later.
In her memory, Spawn persists to protect the people
from the forces of supernatural danger.
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March 30, 2023
Contest : Spawn
Sponsored by : Robert James Liguori
Aren't we always running into a problem we must face each day of our lives?
Bashing our brain countless times while the damage torques the very fabrics of our minds?
Captured and Controlled by impulsive emotions,
Damaging the one life with dead end thoughts, which is also impulsive.
Embalming our lives in what seems to be the easiest way out
Forgetting about Moral and Honor...
Growing Old and Pathetic...
Harnessing new technology to make things that would otherwise build Character and
Strength of the mind, easier.
I have been guilty of this as well for it is the new way of life-and I am so young.
Jumping at every opportunity we get to make a good life for ourselves
Kicking in doors and fighting for what we want instead of what is better for us all
Leaning towards what’s Simple in place of what’s Right.
Morale is so Far Away now
No one cares why should we?
Only because Someone has to
People make small efforts, but only some are willing to go the Distance.
Quietly they may hunt to exact revenge on someone who has hurt their feelings
Resembling a nuisance who cannot find their own happiness
Searching for that dramatic ending that fuels their very existence.
Turning away would be cowardice and “lame”
Until they realize what they have done wrong, unless the realization never comes at all
Vacant is the mind of the simplistic
Watch in horror as they never mature or find true responsibility until it’s too late
Xenoparasites are often compared to their way of life as it deteriorates
Zero tolerance is what we have for you.
Apathy cannot be an emotion I share
Because there is no avoiding these kinds of people
Creation of Destruction and Selfishness...
Darker Days flood my eyes.
Earn your right to put a smile upon my face.
Forget not the burden of Time nor Judgment.
Gradually there becomes no Safe place to exist.
Hatred consumes me,
Irritation makes my skin boil.
Jump into the Valley of Death,
Killing other's with your Second Hand.
Litterer, Violator, Abuser, Destroyer of the Free World...
just dawned upon me awareness today
April 20th, 2022 14:30 military time.
Unvoiced law of the land
obeyed lest one
who owns temporary priority
will get mad and deliver hex
upon generations of violator
even if parked car property
of an innocent visitor,
who knew not the space
self relegated to Matthew Scott.
Fifth anniversary of our occupancy
housed within one bedroom apartment
additionally, familiarly, and specifically
known to us as B44
will occur July first
two thousand and twenty two.
Soon after we,
(yours truly and the missus)
moved here first day of seventh month
two thousand and seventeen
both of us unanimously co-opted
select parking space.
For residents at highland manor Apartments
self assigned parking exists here,
and each resident better be conscientious
cuz resulting consequence
(think Monty Python's Flying Circus
forever linkedin courtesy
John Philip Sousa's
'The Liberty Bell' March),
where mean strong arm of law
actually disguised as
animated outsize foot
see https://www.youtube.com
/watch?v=2AxiATxLofk
reaches from out the sky
and crushes wayward miscreant
hence verboten to dare occupy
parking space of another.
Fond memories associated
with me attempting to back into
between painted (occasionally
blurred) lines describing
open ended box,
whereby after umpteen attempts
(after shearing off tire tread
of driver or left passenger side)
amidst guffaws uttered by spouse,
she insists to take over
and backs in with nary a hitch.
Such unspoken accommodation
also prevailed when I happened
to consider myself a perpetual student
and established voluntarily
choosing a catbird seat,
and remaining steadfast sitting
in same chair
(of course I mean only
during time class in session)
throughout the semester.
Look at me stupid thing
I have some issues
No, listen here you silence violator
Don't dare give me that look
Okay, cruel creature
Do I have to stitch to you new ears?
Are you dumbfounded by speech?
Look, come on,
That’s it
Stop it
You know what
With your eyes and that ridiculous head tilt
I hate you!
You wake me
And beg and drool
And cry like a demon
At small scratches
I should just strap you to the bed
And let some priest purify you
I feel nothing for you and your tears
So I'd like you to go
Stop your shaking
This is the result
Don’t you get it?
You're at fault
Look pretty thing
I’m sorry
I get it now
You wind up doll
You crummy noise maker
I get it
Come on, now
You’re tasting the sea
I'll wrap you back up
And won't dare sigh
No, I won’t
When you start your chant again
Oh goodness, stupid thing
Would you just listen to me?
thunder you
& your trouble trying
to murmur trying
to fight frustration-
don't shy from his shrieks
father sky he is meek-
light flashing freak
too high up to speak
quite a violent
violator- through flesh
you break, groping
for blood to take, sorry
for my (barenaked bones)
dusty moans blown
by the wind- thunder you
never ask before you
come in
A private dick refers to a private investigator
Suggestive if your mind's a status quo violator
Quite innocent most times
Though suggestive I find
But straight as an arrow since my years in jail
These dreams, they scare me
They fully control me.
They prevent me from moving.
And silence all my screams.
The screams I see
They never leave me.
For even when I walk
In the shadows those screams they follow me.
I fear sweet slumber.
I fear its perilous test.
Its shakes me to my bone.
And frightens me like a pest.
As my eyes close
In that bodily need to rest.
My hands start trembling.
And my heart starts to fret.
For once again I know
There will be murder. There will be gore.
Death as we see it
And death as I know.
Such a bloody scene it seems to be.
So angry and such ill fate
So much blood I refuse to see.
Blood on the floor and blood soaking my soul.
A violator, a bloodthirsty killer.
A revengeful sister.
A knife. A nail.
A sharp object of many a face.
A stabbing pain
A chilling scream
My racing heart
Echoing her dying dream.
The end is it?
So does it seem.
Fooled and deluded
In joy so repulsively.
Just as I think
This horror will end.
Once again, she comes around
To continue this vicious circle
Of death, stealing sleep
BY
Amanda.M.Miller
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