If you press that trigger,
someone dies.
And for what?
You can't claim it's wise,
Nor blame it on luck.
Only You face the flames,
and You are Satan touched.
If You Squeeze that trigger,
You will kill,
and for what?
Some trivial nothing,
Just hits of drugs.
A bucket of ducats,
or broken love.
Once You Pull the trigger,
You can never have that back.
Thou shall not murder.
Is one of GODS Commands.
Categories:
ducats, bible, character,
Form: Rhyme
IF YOU PULL A LONG FACE : PART X
IF you pull a long face
For ten straight nights starting today
You bet you'd look like Canada Bernache
Though fat chance like swan in Norway
But if you pull a very very long face
Your rivals might not like it in the Sea-Ay-Yeah
And might seek to shorten the nautical-mile face
To a right and proper mile-long face all in a day
Yet if you keep pulling that mile-long face
The wilds of the Siberian Goulag would you slay
After long lone nights the firing-squad to face
Notes from the Underground your mind mainstay
Then if you pull the lone long face
In Algerian quarries Who will your ransom pay
Thirty-thousand ducats El Manchot to brace
Battling windmills in Castillian Quixotic disarray
So if you must pull the longingly long face
Your chef-d'œuvre will-o'-the-wisp bright stay
Your day of glory on the Internet mere pittance
Think of all the great works slush piles overlay
© T. Wignesan - Paris, January 5, 2019
Categories:
ducats, appreciation, celebrity, internet, judgement,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
A Fairy Tale
This skinny lonely wolf reduced to eating worms
Expulsed from his arguing with the leader wolf how best
To catch caribous
Nose to the ground it found an open chest of fifty
Gold ducats and since they shone so bright he ate them all
And heavy was its belly
When other wolf saw his stomach they thought he was
A successful hunter and he taught them how to kill
Caribous and deer too.
As a leader dog, he was the first to eat from a kill and
Left behind a coin or as they a ducat and a hunter stalked him
To find in his excrete another coin
Fifty times the hunter dug into wolf shift and came up rich
And trekked home but a blizzard came, his was ill prepared
This heavyweight he dragged about
Put the ducats under a tree and tire he came home
When the weather cleared, he found the tree the coins were gone
And a boney wolf was walking away it had a huge stomach.
Categories:
ducats, internet, january, journey, kid,
Form: Epic
The Ocean
When he heard, I had been a seafarer he wanted to know about
the ocean, “write it down for me,” he said...What nerve.
The ocean has many colours one of them is blue, sometimes it is
like a mud and often it is black with shattering of greenness like
a spring day in the Alps. There are times when it a watery Swiss,
enormous white topped waves bearing down on your ship that
shudders like a wet dog and only nuns keep their calm they have
lived a chaste life and expect to be handed a pair of wings should
things go wrong. There the is golden morning ocean, that blinks like
a million golden ducats are floating on its silky surface, not to forget
the moon casting its dark mystic upon the ocean trying to drag you
into its strange mysteriousness. I could not tell him this because at
the time I was thinking of being in an oak forest chasing squirrels and
raiding their larders of nuts.
Categories:
ducats, adventure, allusion, angst, appreciation,
Form: Free verse
Never Forget
Oh thou of wretched heart and deed
Inferior our seeds?
When thus thou felt the need to rule
Annihilate deemed weeds
Thou casteth out your wicked net
Of guns and war bent twine
No bulwark for the Jews was found
Declaring heads decline
Compliant soldiers marched the streets
For ducats hedged your bet
With waving flags and Hail Hitler’s
Obliging hands were met
Whilst cyanide was gassings Jews
Obedience decreed
In bunkers hid you reigned your realm
Coward of plotted deeds
When one man tries to rid the world
Of an imagined foe
Mankind will raise its voice as one
He’ll reap what he did sow
Completed on 2/4/12
All rights reserved by Debra Squyres @ 2013
My fist attempt with a Quatrain…..this a modified quatrain as per specified by the rules of the members contest: Historical Modified Quatrain
1st and 3rd lines eight iambic syllables
2nd and 4th lines 6 iambic syllables
Categories:
ducats, history, holocaust,
Form: Quatrain
Met a hustler named,Funky Cold Cash,
who had a swagger his attitude matched
with buckets of ducats and white collar dollars,
i watched as his limousine crashed...
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Categories:
ducats, funny
Form: Free verse
Moneylender
You were rejected by your fellow man
A pound of flesh to heal your wounded pride
A just reward for squelching on a loan
Your hatred toward these men-- I understand
Burns deeply in your heart and it resides
You were rejected by your fellow man
They bully you, so now you take a stand
Measured by Scale of Justice you supplied
A just reward for squelching on a loan
You make an honest living, better than
The ones who cruelly mock; cast them aside
You were rejected by your fellow man
Losing your daughter, ducats and your land
Upon the law of God you have relied
A just reward for squelching on a loan
To write you off as evil was the plan
They persecute and fool you with derides
A pound of flesh to heal your wounded pride
A just reward for squelching on a loan
Categories:
ducats, dedication
Form: Villanelle
Asleep, under yon olive tree
Disciples one,two three;
A flicker of torches in the breeze
Then,betrayal with a kiss-
Could thirty ducats be worthy of this.
Full story @Mt 26:36-50
Categories:
ducats, people, places,
Form: Narrative