Neck bones buckle
Bent to corners as kicked in knees
Establishing an angle —
Glazed, goggled gazing at the scene.
Solemn eyes fall down
To ground he couldn’t reach
To be caught for early welcome
Within his Saviour’s reach.
Announced like the crack of a circus whip
New arisen Lazarus
The pop and crunch of the watching crowd
Punctuates that Rapture.
I felt as small as a winter’s flower
yet as tall as an old oak tree
the seconds dragged on for what seemed like hours
when my world turned in on me
the cloak I wore was of little comfort
just to bridge between present and past
I held onto this and other secrets
no more a peasant but a king at last
by the time I had finished speaking
the crowd erupted with applause
then towards me they were reaching
as the judgment came into force
the mask was meant to protect me
from what no one should have seen
a noose was placed just oh so gently
I thought it was a bit extreme
I sank into the grain that supported
absorbed deep in the fibres below
my legs gave way it was reported
I wriggled until they let me go.
The women fell upon the bodies of the dead,
clearing blindfolds for one last look upon their face.
Shot, against a carmine wall, no matter how they pled.
So now they mourn them through a veil of blackened lace.
A mother presses lips upon a virgin son;
a bride, in bloodstained white, whispers; she is to be;
a sister screams, at smoking guns, what have you done?
A Captain brushes some cigar ash from his knee.
Dead heart spirit to the wind was cast
splintered in black spirit's grasp
Soul forever dissolved at last
Breath the beat of the only force left
Still pumping life and all else unsaid
In blood so cold
With all hates strife
For 'tis hate that is the gallows life
Silently filled,
Loops of rope for hope
sold for vengefull stares
Their anger stilled.
Only thing left to be done
Was burning the corpse just for fun.
Trump openly calls for termination of the Constitution
~ Can he now be elected to uphold its execution
A well written poem
about nothing much at all
says itself
Critics lean forward
ready to pounce
The muse stands forth
the muse pronounced
Someone was clowning around
someone heckled
someone got bounced
the dissenting
were openly venting
After the word-play
a well-written poem
was framed and hung
and not in a good way
You and Police and execution Plan
Aren't you belong to the same Clan
Target killing and fake encounters
Ransom and extortion money
This is not funny..
blindfolded and bound
open fire ~ or sex appeal
sparks burst from the hearth
By
David Kavanagh
let new stack = new "happy face cheese burger cat"
add args 'cheese' and 'burger' and "cat'
to ''annoyed nursery''
also add ''break'' where ''necessary''
love Lani and insert smiley
insert Lani signature
check for syntactic errors
end stack
The execution
The basement, where cars are parked
in neat little boxes in a row, is cold and creepy.
It looks like a place where the fascists can
execute dissenters those who go on about
liberty for the masses.
There are bloodstains on the wall and cars
are silent witnesses to the massacre.
From the roof of the garage, blood drips of
the tortured on the first floor.
A black and white western on another wall
drown the screams of those who finally realize
there is no escape.
I sit in my car; it is ten years old and is not
forgotten in this horrid time. I sleep a little.
Wake up, start, the vehicle and take it out for a spin.
I am ready
The time is drawing near
My body pulsing with fear
I've ordered my meal, I know it's my last
Suddenly the years in that box, have gone so fast
I am ready
It's cold in here, as they peer through the glass
My cold heart for show
Lived my life behind a mask
I am ready
It is now time, poison entering my veins
My crimes and victims
Are all of me that remains
PLANS
You read good quotes
You get inspired
You make your plans
And decide what you desire
You imagine your future self
And get excited
You start working for it
Like a farsighted
You are trying to create a routine
And build a habit
Playing around with ideas
And analyzing what will fit
On some days the process is fun
You enjoy it
Because it had just begun
On other days
You feel exhausted and lost
And desperately wants to skip
To the good part at any cost
This process is terribly a long one
You knew from the start
You're not going to figure it out right away
And it's not easy to restart
Stuck in the middle
Trying not to lose hope
Reminding yourself why you started
So you can cope
The execution of the plans is hard
But you keep going
You'll get there someday
If you keep growing
I know you can
And you will get somewhere
Tell this to yourself over and over again
And you'll definitely reach there.
Despair of spectres whispered, John heard it muttered
Fears spoken, centuries of shame sunk into stone
Hanging tree hoisted him, feet above ground fluttered
Rope bound neck bulged, blood starved eyes shuttered
Aghast, entertainment starved spectators absorbed gore
Under his breath they heard it uttered,
" I am among the lowliest, and the last"
Sentiment collected by authorities, soon to outlaw
Heinous hangings of criminals and martyrs
Testiment to the cruelty, trademark of cessation
Clouds of purest doves spun above the atrociousity
Tyburn' s turbulent history viewed at Marble Arch
Has John's pledge to thank for returning compassion
14th September 2020
For: Line Gauthier 's Contest
Tyburn Collaboration max. 14
H-is
E-xceptional
B-rilliance
E-mploys
R-emarkable
T-houghts
L-etting
O-ne
G-ood
E-xecution
R-ightfully
I-mplement
E-xpression
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
He was crucified for his pedigree (I weep)
BLACK
He begged for air, then water, then food ("Please, Sir ...)
ZERO
Look at the finely-dressed "soldier" (Serve? Protect?)
SOUL-LESS
I watched the execution-turned-crucifixion, and lost my
HUNGER
But I will eat again. I will celebrate America again. So will you.
REMEMBER
why why why why WHHHYYYYYYYYY!
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