Long Execution Poems
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movement of a fast-paced composition
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double entendre
lacking the full confidence of her full potential
habit of negative self-talk
projecting grand expectations while
lacking the specific skills,
execution plans, or realistic baseline to back them up
an illusion of competence where the thrill of "what could be
Poverty is frequently the root cause,
and low confidence is often the symptom
. Chronic socioeconomic deprivation
creates structural barriers
new ventures and collateral depreiverty
creating the story.
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the sea the beautiful sea
It inspires so many emotions
so do you you've taken my attention
as do you who captures the attention
you wish me to make dream while you awake
yet so foolishly I wonder
so foolishly I wish
the devine scent of the oranges
I stop to reminese
ahh I take your hold to consider
kiss your cheek being so kind
what then should we consider
a love affair so devine
Might we marry on these shores
an audeince to attend
waited emotion to quench
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For each a road
For everyman a religion
Find everybody and rue
F*** everything and rumble
Forget everything and remember
For everything a reason
Forgive everybody and remember
For each a road
For everyman a religion
Face everybody and rue
F*** everything and rumble
Forget everything and remember
For everything a reason
F.E.A.R
Finding eternity arouses reactions
Freeing excellence affects reality
Fallen empires are ruling
Find earth and reap
Fantastic expectations
Amazing revelations
Final execution and resurrection
Free expression as revolution
Finding everything and realizing
Excusings the stars,sorry. But by far the best set of cleverly thought lyrics i`ve heard. Ian Brown.
It must be sacred; Grace, stay.
In Execution,
a Sacrament blessed nakedface-under
God"s matchmaking; time and place.
Introduction, inducing Actors in the play
of Life-_, induction.
Converging space.
Scourging liars.
A romance of chronomancing,
counting you, pinning you down
under breasts of Maternity and feeding you
by its Milky White Dew.
Do you remember when the atmosphere
was
electric and strangely comfortable,
that day?
A Communion; precept of tuning in,
in frequency, rapidfire.
Mind balloon is in Celebration.
Gifts are in their station.
Counting sired.
VIP access in entry into your private places
exclusively gained.
But here is the adventure paved-granted;
heroism, faith-planted
and Integrity's mystery pained.
Unfurl the Truth.
Peal the layers of Union delivered,
stay in the execution of executings way.
Proof.
That.
Jesus Saves.
In Every Way.
Deliverance.
Remembered.
Joan of Arc
HE speaks, and messengers appear
To innocence of one so young in year
The calling understood, she will not flee
Till France is free of English tyranny
The struggle long, a hundred years or more
An army tired, sapped of strength by war
She steps into the fray, new hope, inspire
Her words believed, the lighting of the fire
Hoorah, the trepid siege of Orleans broken
Triumphant Gaules their spirit now awoken
Battle proved, proud see her banner fly
On to the capital, her new war cry
Though the king be doubtful to her power
Sanctioned he, and blessed her of the hour
There, before the gates and walls so tall
Defending well, Paris refused to fall
Defeated, wounded, weary, drawn, down
Undone, alone, rejected by the crown
Falls into allied hands when out at large
Imprisoned to be tried, on falsehood charge
Religious order sent to set out court
To seek and force the answer that was sort
She, unwavering in her self belief
Her story standing gave them no relief
A minister dispatched to find (his) truth
Then shout her heresy from every roof
A thousand times the question fills her ear
A thousand times she answers without fear
Time was never going to be her friend
None came in aid or cared her to defend
Sent forth to burn in blazing execution
Inglorious was her perfect persecution
True to HIM her love would not betray
For HIM, at the stake, her life she lay
The passing years, gave her soul release
St Joan, now rests in reverence and peace.
I'm witnessed
and I feel that I can hope
but I disappear again
into infinite constellations
that don't contain me
to risk just being
an ever reaching hand
in an endless fall
can there be meaning in flux
if time cannot be stopped
and I cannot be stilled
there are all ways and none ~
a cascade of push, pull and feeling
an ache that resolves itself
I am absolved
so easily in tangents
so dramatically in execution
but painfully
devolved of awareness
undone almost too far
concern for that state
the solo undoing
until once again
I cry out in the darkness
needing to be someone else's vision
wanting not reflection
but anothers lens
it is but a sedative
and my brain and blood
the very air
is muddled by it
my wish to be shaped
preventing form
being moved
creating stagnation
everything exists
beneath entrapped screams
I can absorb yet be weightless
conditioning
be cast off
there is nothing
at the heart
of vastness
let me be the space
in-between ripped seams
a free flowing breath
that returns to a lung
to expand, contract
travels outwards
never retreats
I am once again ~
when I admit
unburdened awakening
lessons not from man
but from the wilderness
empty and erase me
inevitable persistence
my only container
all this
in the time
that I am allowed
Why do I make resolutions?
Will I ever change?
Every year a new solution,
yet I am still the same.
I inhale sweet pollution,
a different flavor every year —
but now with retribution
after ball-drop cheer.
My diet is a constitution,
guilty pleasures await.
My body, my institution —
I don’t care the date.
The ritual of absolution
of a commitment I must make
feels like personal destitution,
an action I’d rather fake.
Would you like my allocution?
Well, I have no remorse.
There is no attribution,
because I won’t stay the course.
Here’s a substitution —
my offering to midnight.
My only contribution
is nothing, out of spite.
Queen Elizabeth I
A ll things are as it may, beckons a queendom of two faiths,
B orrowed Boleyn's "B" blue brocade the better choice made,
C ancer claims the spring, agrees with the passage of her sister,
D elves to part the heavens anew throne, amidst assassins, lurking
E ffervescent Elizabeth surrenders calmly a surreal destiny,
F orward justice by the will of grace, and a whimsical gestured cloaked puddle
G reat be her ascension not quiet to title claimed by Mary,
H eretics purged sweetly returns, catholicism stands down
I n a realm of stories a chapter freshens a protestant queen
J oyfulness echoes chambered walls, as a parley of power slithers
K ing bequeathed in a woman's dress, as a pence-less nation recovers
L ustrous gems befall righteously, as Spanish gold doubloons are pirated
M en neath ruffles maneuvering positions placates a capricious court
N orfolk his grace whose days are numbered for treason, pride begs none
O nly wisdom and loyalty keep heads secured, within a fickled court
P alace breeds a treacherous bedfellow, proffers an end worse than death
Q ueen banished him to seclusion as a fading insignificant consequence,
R ewards Drake, Raleigh and others from a grateful empire as her saviors
S aves her empire whilst arrogant Philip of Spain loses his in humility,
T enders Raleigh to his Virginia pretense in her name,
U nsettling execution of Mary Queen Of Scots, in harm's way, opens floodgates
V ersed in archery and horseback riding ascertains her birthright,
W ell endowed in the role of the sciences versus human endeavors,
X enial role model for women, mirrors removal tames loose tongues
Y ields to her title as the Virgin Queen, as her treasury is restored by the West
Z eal was her marriage to England, strengthen via the bogs of Ireland
2020 February 07
*1st Place*
ABECEDARIAN CONTEST
~~Caren Krutsinger
*Honorable Mention*
STRAND SELECT G any form,any theme
~~Brian Strand
Diabolique!
It's so tragic, in poetry!
There is no safe place to be.
Knives come at you with your
poetry, if political.
I do understand people
now border on the hysterical.
Anyone on the right, in danger
of poetic execution.
Unjustifiably, diabolical!
But as in life, poetry is just
personal expression.
I wish it were not considered
a dance, so evil, one needs to
rush, find a priest and go to
confession.
I want to be accepted as me.
Crazy, but I want to be honored
more than any animal or tree.
I will not hedge on this, freedom
of all expression,
Requires depth, not just a hug and
a kiss.
It's integrity, lies in the freedom to be.
Freedom for all .....trumps imagery.
June 27, 2019
10am PST
General Zero
the commander of the Khan imperial forces
took over the earth
was a eight foot giant spider
accompanied by two legged rats
and two legged cats
in 24 hours they were in charge
he spoke to the world
People of earth greetings
I am commander Zero
and I have taken over your planet
making it part of the Galactic Empire
we did it because it is our destiny
to take over the universe
one planet by one planet
and everyone becomes
part of the great galactic empire
there are only a few rules
for you to remember
starting today you will learn Galactic standard
within one year all other languages will be banned
starting today all religions are banned
for in the Galactic empire
we have no room for such nonsense
everyone must work
if you are disabled or elderly
your family must take care of you
if you have no one to take care of you
you will be terminated as an “useless eater”
failure to follow the rules or laws
or lawful orders
will result in your immediate execution
that is all for today
Long live the Empire
writers. com daily dew drop contest challenge to write a poem incorporating a plot from a novel or story and I chose to base it on the opening scene of my novel, “Giant Nazi Spiders”
Life is a matter of compulsion,
Don't wonder with frustration.
Script is with the boss of creation,
It is written in succession.
Entry and exit have got fixation,
Without any time dilation.
No matter take precautions,
Hope for some concessions.
Righteousness in your actions,
With a given fixed situation,
May create a rigid differentiation.
A problematic life is a gift of creation,
It has got God's authorisation.
You should feel lucky for this selection,
Congratulations for this promotion.
Do justice to it with proper execution,
It is the best possible option.
At last you get appreciation,
At the end of your completion.
Life becomes a devotion,
Without any exemptions.