Faster than two ducks
slick on the street or what
Wet on the Street or what
wet tires on a motor
Mothers on a motor
the street or what
up the come up
in up nothing hoe
in all done up
hoe says she wants to be my friend
I love that hoe too.
Help with the difference
help me understand
If there was one
day I remember
more than others
is the day of mothers
and valentines
Battle lines, battles lost
Battles the Boss
Battle Eccentric
I like to interprut
I like to get into it
rubber nuts
burning rubber up the gut
the main street gets smoked up
big thrasher what are they after
the green light
At the Factor
In the Clean Night
The road is wet and Ive
I lost my sight
I cant fight the speed
Its Heavy Baby
two tons of Gravy
Suicidal and homicidal Behavious
Hit the Gas cause
the breaks will save her x2
She aint late she,
Be there Later, riding
street in squat reliefit dont knock its a beast
It just Knocks the street
Categories:
homicidal, car, hip hop, rap,
Form: Free verse
~ A Running Joke from Israel's
War for Independence, 1948 ~
I'm a brave soldier, I defend my land
This broom is my rifle, I guard this sand
I fight for the right to live and not die
To breathe fresh air, under clear blue skies
I'm a brave soldier, I defend my land
This broom is my rifle, I guard this san--
The bushes near me stir. Now I'm scared!
Halt! Halt, I demand! Who goes there?
FRIEND OR FOE? FRIEND OR FOE?
WHO IS IT THAT GO--
The bushes part! There goes my heart...
Out comes -- Moshe?!
OMG, Moshe, I almost shot you with my 'rifle'
Not to worry, Avi. I'm an 'armored tank'
~ Thank the good Lord I'm not homicidal!
____________________________________
Note: Israel was so short on weapons in the
War of Independence (1948-49) that soldiers
were actually using hammers, although I
don't think they ever used brooms... Beware
of 'armored tanks' now! lol.
Categories:
homicidal, fear, giggle, humor, imagination,
Form: Couplet
Pupils trace the movements
Of the Dancers fluid turns
From where they sit untouched
Since Creator joined concern
The head rests ever quiet
Awaiting measured hands
Grant features to the sunset sky
As Creator fails to stand
Unspoken words wait on lines
Of abandoned notebook page
Knifes do dull, pencils sharpens
Yet Creator locks the cage
Corpses strewn across the room
Blue blood of time stains teeth
Gruesome grin meets tired eyes
Kill Creator in their sleep.
Categories:
homicidal, art, creation, death, depression,
Form: Rhyme
METALIC RAGE
Broken glasses splintered across the field,
Scatterings of a cracked windshield.
Homicidal rage rife with anger starts to build,
so sharp & shinning as the blade of an argent.
Rage is the anger of a tyranic Sergeant
with an unadulterated shinning fury,
every reason then becomes blurry
and reaction doesn't look unruly.
Heartbeat pounds as the sound of carnage.
Pure anger is the optimism of rage,
showing that something isn't meant to be
and that every counteracts ought to flee.
The will to live isn't to underestimate anger
which transforms the quieter to a fighter.
The seed of anger is either fight or flight.
Rage has no respect for solemnity or silent night.
By fret or feign, every soul is ignited to fight
With the same instinct for fight or flight.
Flight is ushered by fear of danger
But fight is a product of consumable anger.
VICK MANUEL POETRY
{VMP}
Copyright ©? August 2023
FORM: Rhymes
Art By: @andersonfrateschi.
Categories:
homicidal, 1st grade, anger,
Form: Rhyme
A doctor under hippocratic oath
Took lives of older women one per month
By lethal dose of morphin injection
And turned into a prolific serial killer.
He was attached to his mother having cancer
As the doctor injected her morphin to relieve pain
He saw her slowly die and the loss
Made him homicidal to take mother’s life of others.
The modus operandi of his crime
Matched with the way his mother died
He let his unwary victims hear the heavenly call
For he morphed into “angel of death”.
Sentenced to life imprisonment
The killer didn’t intend to survive long
He killed himself by hanging in the prison cell
Being branded as “cold coward”.
_______________
August 31, 2022
Contest : Dr Harold Shipman
Sponsored by : Joe Maverick
Categories:
homicidal, death, mental illness,
Form: Free verse
In a not-so-ideal
wedding idyll,
a homicidal,
recent bride’ll
get ideas,
not be idle.
When he shut-eyed, ill,
then she sidled
with a bridle,
fastened idol,
both hands tied, till
in came tidal,
claimed suicidal,
got car title,
left for Slidell.
Categories:
homicidal, betrayal, silly, wedding,
Form: Monorhyme
"Thus Spoke Zarathustra"
proclaims the Dawn of Man &
The Monolith
From the ancient past
to the (retro)futuristic present
as the flying bone
becomes a satellite in orbit
Blue Danube waltz
serenades space:
the Pan Am space plane
gracefully docks with
the space station
Ligeti’s haunting polyphony
envelopes space:
Floyd visits
The Monolith on the
immaculately stark moon
Beautifully tragic
Khachaturian ballet suite
announces the Discovery’s
lonely mission to Jupiter
Bowman methodically unplugs
the homicidal HAL
as the psychopathic e-brain
sadly sings “Daisy, daisy…”
He enters the wormhole
in the Monolith orbiting Jupiter
travels through infinity
at FTL velocity
transfixed by the epic
irreal journey
And then finds himself in a
luxury hotel room
somewhere in the universe:
dying on a bed
he sees the Monolith
and is transformed
into a Star-Child
who floats toward Earth
What will the Star-Child
do?
Categories:
homicidal, film, music, space, spiritual,
Form: Free verse
Homicidal, suicidal, in denial
Where does it start?
Where does it stop?
Voices screaming, calling
Finally whispering,
Whimpering
Nowhere to run
Too hard to hide
Thoughts running all day,
All night, never letting you get
Sleep, much less rest.
Running so hard in your dreams
That you wake up sweating,
Screaming into the darkness, please
STOP!
Categories:
homicidal, anti bullying, suicide,
Form: Free verse
I think my dog hates me
perhaps because he listens to my cat
I know my cat hates me
probably because I think he’s my cat.
The cat hates the dog just because he’s a cat,
at heart, a homicidal sociopath with claws.
The dog is slightly neurotic and paranoid
never knowing when the cat will strike again.
Each morning, like 4 AM, I let the cat out,
OK, he howls at the door and torments the dog
until I let him out. As he leaves I shout
“have a nice day, go kill something”.
He usually does and often brings it home
for my perusal. The dog just shakes his head
and longs for the good old days back at the shelter.
My neighbor hates me because my cat
uses his flower garden as his litter box.
The cats picture is posted in the Vets office
with one of those red circle/slashes over it.
She told me that this cat, my cat, was fiendishly
feral, that I was enabling his insanity
by refusing to take him to therapy.
The dog whimpered, probably thinking
about the fact the cat still had about
seven lives left.
John G. Lawless
©5/13/2019
Categories:
homicidal, cat, dog,
Form: Free verse
(using) profanity
(listening) heavy metal
(voting) Donald Trump
(abstaining) bathing
(acting) boorish
(joining) hate group
(ignoring) other people
(studying) conspiracy theory
(smoking) cigarettes
(feeling) homicidal
(shooting) ducks
(denying) the holocaust
(making) loud noises
(parking) in your spot
(spitting) tobacco
(abusing) cats
(ranting) like Hitler
(drinking) cheap wine
(thinking) delusional
(hating) women
(stealing) anything
(injecting) illegal drugs
(wearing) lingerie
(smelling) offensive
(talking) about you
Categories:
homicidal, humor, humorous,
Form: List
American Daughters of the Civil War Revolution
are so madly in love with their Bluish-Gray metal sons
Incestuous desires borne of slave tax oppression
Give to Caesar whatever tribute he crown heavy lay on you,
feed three-fifth portions to the hungry publican lions
Let the Den Mother Lying famine devour your children too
Cannibalize every ink spot known self-evident truth,
marginalize any constitutional chains inhibiting your ravenous lust
Another seething pot of baby bones is the Baal proof
Give to Pharaoh whatever gut pyramid schemes he Isis dream,
feed you quarterly lies from the war widow collection plate
The Wall Street church in tea need of another gun barrel beam
Amerikan Sons of the Ruble Con Bolshevik Revolution,
so gluttonly love their daughters’ leather fetish for the holster
Homicidal desires borne of suicidal plantation depression
Categories:
homicidal, political, symbolism, truth, wisdom,
Form: tristich
Murder Convict Visit A Family Member in the Hospital
A homicidal family member
I'm in the hospital
Granted a visit you pulled the pug???
11/22/17
by James Edward Lee Sr.
Categories:
homicidal, adventure, betrayal, corruption, crazy,
Form: Senryu
yEAH' I LUV U DIE so in the hospital I pulled plug
homicidal son
allowed to visit mother
hospital pulled plug
11/21/17
by James Edward Lee Sr.
Categories:
homicidal, dark, death, deep, murder,
Form: Senryu
Planet of love.
Messages from beyond the grave.
Dapple and spider and cognizant jelly sandwiches.
Speak the number.
Speak the reticence.
Swallow the membrane.
Scorpio revealed.
Lady in high tight skirt bends to China.
Look inside the shoes.
Look beyond the cleavage.
Homicidal maniac pokes his stick in it.
Look at the picture when you want to talk.
Talk about wet embraces in the dark.
Talk about the hot blood and the gas fumes.
Mystic Meg will answer and ask you for your star sign.
Planet Mars opens up for you.
A face you’ve missed. Her face.
Her white teeth. Perfectly positioned.
Directly behind and inserted at a 45 degree angle.
You are the Zodiac’s love child!
Categories:
homicidal, desire,
Form: Free verse
The day was long gone as midnight became an opaque obscurity.
Her ebony veneer was
enough to hypnotize.
Smoke clouding homicidal judgment . . .
I stood aloof—
Wondering about death.
How am I suppose to suture such a crimson masquerade;
barely hanging onto the cuff of my blazer...?
The day was long gone as
midnight's moon gazed upon madness, well passed her
expiration.
May 27, 2017
Contest: Write me something deep and dark
Sponsor: Laura Loo
Categories:
homicidal, dark,
Form: Free verse
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