So sick of this world and generation
they tryna take ahold of my heart confiscation
the taste is bitter or tart
when it turns to ashes
cremation
I still got attachments i'm full of frustration
love seems to be my passion
eternally waitin
cant find as if its out of fashion, yet i still got patience
bout to have me ration and give up on this nation
everytime its me they blastin
stuck with these heart palpitations
i ain't see, she wore the mask in
My body desecratin
feel like a jew and she a nazi
way my life she began takin
my love grew thats when she popped me
took a bite, her heart was laced in
some ain't taste right and not long after steady hallucinatin
Categories:
confiscation, heartbreak, loss, lost love,
Form: Rhyme
My Name
Let my name remain with you,
This is good illusion for me,
Let this foibles remain with you.
Distance Between Us
Distance increases till ruin,
She was sitting in front of me,
But she was not ever mine.
Needs of Love
This is a fastener,
Just give the shoulder,
Needs of love is where?
Small Sin
Repentance is not for a big sin,
It is also for those smallest sins,
Which, we do not take as sin.
Love Story
A love story does never die,
But
While giving roles, people die.
Confiscation
I earned a lot of pain,
Now I have to pay zakaah
for confiscation.
Categories:
confiscation, anger, autumn, love hurts,
Form: Free verse
Bankers have a license to steal
money from their clients
if you make a mistake
the bank can steal your money
as part of their banking license
Governments have a license
to steal money
from the public
its is called taxation
or confiscation
It seems
that police these days
have a license
to kill
unarmed brown people
but only brown people
and the president
has a license
to lie
as he lies
all the time
just because he can
and I have
the ultimate license
the poetic license
to write
these verses
to enlighten the masses
Categories:
confiscation, america, angst, anxiety, money,
Form: Sestina
The Mill wheel wouldn't turn until the Spring
The yellow tape defines it a crime scene
Similar to one in 1930
Locals watch police investigating
The 1840 gristmill's history
Involves the town's most famous mystery
A man charged with fraud and duplicity
Dodged first degree murder complicity
Whispers ran through the town from door to door
A dead body, missing cash... furthermore
Under the waterfall... just like before
Talk of murder weapon left on the floor
A deep freeze had the town on hold for weeks
No official info... except for leaks
By and by the case was about to peak
Ice melts, revealing secrets - the wheel creaks
Tips led to stolen cash confiscation
Perps confessed on cross examination
Funds came through for the Mill's renovation
Waterfall Weddings... book reservation
Submitted July 5, 2018
One, Nine, Sixteen V3.0 Contest by Viv Wigley
Seventh Place
Categories:
confiscation, adventure, humorous, imagery, mystery,
Form: Rhyme
Follow the money
Sergio Magkitsky did,
now he’s dead
Offload the stolen money offshore,
safe from regulatory confiscation
Hide the digital footprints
tracking back
to innocent Russian blood that was shed
Don’t get looped into
a diversionary sound byte
Keep following the money instead ...
Dirty money getting laundered clean
Circulating back
into the filthy hands of the enemy
Block the flow with well-placed sanctions,
shut the door
to the underground corruption being done
Following the money
will put your life in peril
So you always gotta stay
two steps ahead
Sergio Magkitsky didn’t ...
now he’s dead
Categories:
confiscation, corruption, death, political, truth,
Form: Dramatic Verse
At dusk I'll seek the rainbow arch
and part ways with it's color.
The sky is darkening,
it's pupil obscured with cataracts
as sudden sparkle sprinkles,
and the dimension splits apart.
Out of opaque blue, and into clarity
I see the far end of what is near.
Forever's end nay come tomorrow
but through looking glass I see the day.
The emerging aqualung, the shaded spot
that connects the quagmire in arithmetic.
The artifice wakes and the quagmire vanishes;
swallowed anew in vague opaque;
intervention in imagination,
the mundane confiscation,
the obscurity of serenity;
I want to remember said fantasy in my dreams,
lest I wake again to disappointment.
Categories:
confiscation, imagination, nature
Form: I do not know?