Homicide Poems

The Ways and Means of Death

I'm just stepping out of line.
I've missed my time to shine,
But don't mourn me;
My soul will soon run free.

Preparing for the long goodbye,
Few know when or why.
Accepting what they can't deny;
In the silence, I hear them cry.

Others are taken by surprise;
Love ones left with only whys.
Hearts and lives suddenly broken.
No goodbyes ever spoken.

When the body

Certified Homicide

With one smoking gun,
I make a good living.
I'm a Squire for hire,
And I'm unforgiving.

I'm real blue steel,
Like a midnight thriller.
I'm primetime crime,
And a certified killer.

With fire and desire,
I'm the best in town.
The Devil on the level,
And I'll put you down.

High priced and enticed,
To get the job done.
No shame in the game,
And I do it for

Homicide

Verbicide is sometimes committed in my works

Those works could be perdures forever
                          
                 

George Floyd

I
I tried not to mention the crime
Siblings, it is high time
America stopped self-flagellation,
Self-hate, self-abnegation

II
I feel for him, brother George ("of the earth")
I came close, but saved by a different birth
To feel the accusing eyes: "Me, the evil one"
Only because I stayed in school, joined the run

III
Black America wants to drive, play ... like us
Tired of

Verbal Homicide

Poetry in judgment,
condemner of expression

Poetry in judgment
—killer of truth

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020)

Homicide

Have any of you peeps heard of the latest craze
Stuffing pepper up your nose till your mind's ablaze
You think of suicide
With a friend by your side
Unless the friend objects, then it's homicide portrayed

Homicide

HOMICIDE
					I shot him,
Blood allover the walls,
Night ain't real,
Scavengers poking his body,
Children screaming and panting, 
Am numb,speechless and arrogant.

Silence is the environment, 
Dark is the light, 
Dead body still and not moving,
Anybody here is the question, 
Scattered this and that, 
Just a humble man that i killed.
 
Crime is not what i did, 
But why i

Homicide

Homicide

Homs Damascus Allepo

Home to homeless rubicon

Haunted hangman’s habitat

Humanity castrated

Hosts of hegemomial 

Holocaustic genocide

Harvest of hypocrisy 



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27th   September   2016

Homicide

Homicide what am I no other then death,body,you who made a bad decision,stealer of dreams I am blood linking out ur body I am death knight I come when u think u are a gangster and u think u are untouchable,protector,in the wrong place at the wrong time,when u don't mind ur business but I

Villanelle: When Countries Slaughter Maim Who Brands That Homicide

Villanelle : When countries slaughter maim who brands that homicide

When countries slaughter maim who brands that homicide
Proclaim citizens who kill under the patrie’s pennant heros
Permissible by far all things done to boost national pride

Killing for your god even to ward off a remark thought snide
Fellow believers’ll enshrine your name in martyrs pantheons
When countries slaughter maim

Justified Homicide

Justified Homicide

While words roll on and cameras turn
The sea beats the "saviours" and the fires burn
Within the depths of the watery grave
Of men not old, not young, not brave.

Just normal men who had a life
A child or two, a home, a wife.
No super powers did they possess
To live this way - before this mess.

Remember too,

Homicide

Death pain in Texas
Kimberley executed
Legal homicide

Birthday Homicide

The singing is about to end,
Happy Birthday, my little friend.
Please think before killing me,
I’m just a cake candle, you see.
One exhale from you and I’m out.
If I had lungs, you’d bet I’d shout.
I want to live and grow hearty,
Not die at a birthday party.

Children Homicide

Homicides of young children
are solved more often
than any other age group, but after the age of ten
the chance of solving the crime drops by 25 percent.

Vehicular Homicide

There is no shame in nakedness of self
Discarded were the clothes of woodland creatures
Who would have worn them off eventually

Stand before me,
Look-
There upon that black shelf
The one that extends forever in directions of the sun

Watch-
Up and down this opening
Lay the bodies of my heritage
Killed by “zippets”
All my toes, I counted them, they had not a

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