Like an Apache Warrior if you got a pussy I don’t chase it , I just say wait here , if you don’t like it don’t try it , put it in apartments like Catastrophe regardless if I’m pardon or presucuted, like electrocution, I thought it was lethal injection for Timothy Mcveigh
They're selling tickets
to the execution
front row ringside seats
for an electrocution
there for the thrill of the kill
ghouls who want to watch him fry
who knows why they're compelled
to view condemned die
God forgive the man
who throws the switch
which pulls the plug
makes criminals twitch
he and Old Sparky
are best of friends
lighting up felons
to the bitter ends
but what kind of everyday
man in the street
for hire volunteers to pyre
people in the hot seat
In Florida state prison, a tale I'll unfold,
The first electrocution, a story untold.
Anguish, pain, in chambers of despair,
A prisoner's torment, his soul stripped bare.
Electric currents surged through veins like fire,
His body convulsed, his screams were ignored.
The pain, relentless, coursing through his core,
As death approached, its grip, he bore.
Through darkness he traveled, his spirit confined,
A prisoner of agony, cruel and unkind.
Till finally, death's embrace offered reprieve,
Release from the torment, forever to relieve.
In Florida's history, a chilling page was turned,
The first electrocution, a cruel lesson not yet learned.
Yet the echoes of anguish forever remain,
A reminder of his price the state still ignores.
Many things could kill you.
Car wrecks, fall from a roof, electrocution,
starvation, heart attack, brain cancer, Alzheimer’s.
I shall choose something fun to kill me.
Walking the plank, shoot out at the OK corral,
boomerang rebound, King Kong, a cephalopod attack
I dream of watching a giant squid pull me away
With his enormous suction cups,
his tentacles and giant arms making the victory sign.
It is a memorable death, making a terrific obituary story.
Mary had a little lamp,
Its bulb would nightly glow.
It cast a white, but gentle light,
So her pimples wouldn't show.
Little Jack Horner tried to warn her,
But she told him to go away.
Left feeling glum, he drank some rum;
And passed out in the hay.
Little Bo Peep pretended to sleep,
As she cuddled up right beside him.
When he awoke, neither one spoke;
And she soon decided to ride him.
The Farmer in the Dell, knowing well,
What they both were in there doing.
Called out to his wife, to bring him a knife;
And stabbed them while they were screwing.
Jack Sprat, on the jury sat,
His wife held photos of the scene.
The Farmer did it, Judge had to admit it,
Then passed a sentence that wasn't lean.
So Mary brought her little lamp,
On the day of the execution.
She thought inside, while the Farmer fried,
Better pimples than electrocution.
A new year to begin with a laugh and a grin, effort put in to resolutions and
absolution for sins. Your own and your kin (though sometimes you can't win)
I burst like electrocution on January first full of solutions but without execution
it's the worst, no thirst for follow-through just submersed in feeling blue. Yet when the second comes around I feel bound to what I beckoned on the eve when I reckoned I would change for the better, whatever range that would measure, a change of sweater? Adopt an Irish setter? Be a go-getter, write more letters, arrange an exchange that's a little bit strange. On the third, be absurd, write a book and find the words, have a look at all the birds, clean the crannies and the nooks, see your granny and has she heard? That on the fourth you'll travel north to unravel mysteries of history and hope this year is truly the start of changing gears to face unruly fears of the heart, find the love that grew apart and yearn to learn if you're smart, not of the brain but the spirit that remains and take your turn to reap the gains. (tangible or imaginable)
I guess we'll just have see if 2023 will get the better of me.......
CONFINED
round and round it goes
looking for an entrance
goldfish
STUD
mare on heat
retired racehorse
not interested
JANUARY
a new beginning
as cold as it can be
thick sweaters
SHOCK
positive scarlet
negative chocolate
electrocution
LIFE
troubled living
in sickness not in health
worse disease worsened cure
gnats and mosquitoes
so doggone aggravating
hate to give them time
persisting even though warned
merit electrocution
THIRD PLACE WINNER
written August 29, 2021
especially for "A Buggy Tanka Contest"
sponsored by M.L. Kiser
You are not what you say you are
You are not what you pretend
You are not what you show
You are an innocent Bully
You are the cause of accidents
You are the cause of electrocution
You are the cause of illegal activities
You are the cause of bad health
You are the cause of internal damage
You are the cause of invisible Pain
You are the cause of mysterious deaths..
Note. You are what you are behind closed doors.
they slipped with the lobotomy
red-hot poker in the eye
electrocution grilled her mind
bonfire of insanity
a straight jacket squeezed the last drop of lucidity
but she would not see the light of the day
leeches drank happily in search of blood
swollen and fed up they spilled their prey on her skin
her sugar addiction succumbed to insulin coma
almost ate up the last crumb of resolve
the final straw came when they exorcised her
and satanic verses stirred devilish crosses
to the tune of hymns psalms and insurrection
of flesh body soul and lost Self
she borrowed a lighter and burnt a candle
immolated demons and ghosts of the past
saw luminescence and freedom
set arson to hellish oppression
burnt down the asylum
and decided to be her own crazy warden
25th March 2021
A Meaningful Poem Contest
Sponsor Constance La France
when you are around, risk of electrocution is bound. Ice water and streams are entering into my blood and i feel so much astound, these negative ions in my body produce biochemical reaction to reduce stress level, makes me feel no need of bull interaction.
You can start off with a simple shot,
Or slice open your wrist, avoiding a clot.
You allow dehydration,
Or let in starvation.
You could try drowning,
Or a classic hanging…
Electrocution is an option,
But so is ingesting a toxin.
You might ensure immolation,
To invite incineration.
Jumping from a height can be done,
But so can suffocation kill someone.
why not vehicular impact,
Death on contact.
Lay on the railway,
Leave there to decay.
A drug overdose would work nicely,
But so would self strangulation, if done precisely.
Stabbing yourself can do the job,
Though slow, you refuse to sob.
There are so many ways out there…
However it happens,
I DON’T CARE.
Whether a
Stab,
Or shoot.
A cut,
Or burn.
A drown,
Or hang,
It is always my turn.
It will happen,
You all should learn!
All Quiet On The Frontal Lobes
A battle was fought: his Medulla oblongata versus an electrical socket.
The electrical appliance distributors made a racket. So did his screams.
But its pure, scientifically certified - who am I to besmirch and mock it ?
From now on his ol' rumbustious spirit won't be harbouring q.u.e.e.r. memes.
It'll be pliant, malleable, ductile. The vibrant brio, fizz of magnetic emotion,
Will have dissipated with the deafening circuit of cerebral electrocution.
They'll be no more fuss, no mayhem from his once truculent warrior soul;
The trenches are filled with the fallen, but walking graves no longer howl.
The sun smiles, the moon waxes and wanes
The stars twinkle when they come out at night
Winds blow, gust, shirt, swirl, pick up and die down
Tornadoes are twisters and hurricanes have eyes
When the sun shines on us, that's good fortune
She hides her face, we take it on the chin
It rains on our parade, or we get snowed under
Hurricane-force winds can tear whole towns asunder
Earth's cracks and crevices widen, innocents consumed
Lightning can strike us -- electrocution
Tsunamis wash ashore -- total dissolution
Twisters touch ground -- destruction, destitution
Nature is oft delightful, capricious, full of fanciful whims
Yet the havoc she can wreak is devastatingly grim
A monster that refuses to die
A shame that lingers on
A menace to the society
Impenetrable to bullet
Immune to euthanasia
Insulated against electrocution
The root cause of our underdevelopment
It's sent our economy to ruination
And our saints to damnation
It stings like a bee
Spits venom like a viper
A biased steward that serves those
Who already have a belly full
Of the national cake
At the expense of the have-nots
A demon that possess our leaders
With no hope of exorcism
Now they preach capital influx
But practice capital flight
They preach unity
But finance disunity
They preach security
But mastermind insecurity
An incorrigible thief
That robs us of our integrity
Cart away our conscience
Defraud us of our unity
Loot our treasury
Deny us of our freedom
Pauperise the masses
Rob our leaders of their broad-minds
And replace it with myopic ones
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