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a dismal cultural phenomenon
created the worldwide 27 club
that consists of a list of dead members
popular musicians, actors, celebrities and others
who died at 27 years old
storms no longer shake the ocean of their sleep
some passed because of drug
or alcohol abuse
homicide and suicide
or traffic accidents
and the wheels of time roll and cease
I am so saddened that the list of names
includes many I admire and adore
Brian Jones, Jimmy Hendrix, Janice Joplin
Jim Morrison, Kurt Cobain, Amy Winehouse
and so many more . . .
now, memories on the roadmap of time
voices that burned like bright flames
how, why did they all manage to die at 27 ?
is it a secret cult ?
is it a mystery that will never be solved ?
and who is next to make the list ?
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September 05, 2022
Poetry/Free Verse/At 27 Years Old
Copyright Protected, ID 09-1485-445-05
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, The 27 Club
sponsor, Anthony Biaanco, Judged 09/26/2022
Honorable Mention
What are you looking at? I spoke to you and said hello! I am looking at the content of your character and not the color of your skin! Thank you for speaking and being polite! I now know how to treat you ,because I can see some of the content of your character ,and your good intentions without deceit and racial hatred!The content of the character is the true measure of women and men and not the color of their skin!!! Beauty is on the inside and if it is there it can come out from within. When there is no beauty from within hate comes out of women and men! What are we looking at? Let us look at the content of the character of women,children and men.We can really see "The Content of Justice and The Content of Injustice based on "The Color" of a "Persons Skin": Justice always punishes "Injustice" and those who deliver "Injustice" with deceit and lies:This is "True Justice" in disbelief that injustice thinks it can win over "Justice"!!! Injustice is not wise,and never seeks mercy or grace ,but receives "The wrath of "GOD"that it cannot stand as it is punished at "The Lord God Almighty's Everlasting Hands,and will never stand!!!!Justice is "Spiritual" and is "All Wise" to the truth and what hurts the truth and is an intentional hurtful lie."Justice is "THAT which "PUNISH "ALL" who have bad "INTENTIONS" for those who have befriended them.Justice is "That" which seperates "The Wheat from "The Tares" Justice is "THAT" when delivered sees "ALL" whether it be "Physical,Spiritual, as "Justice encompasses the "Animate" and "the Inanimate" and "ALL" to be "Justified" to "GOD! Justice is always tendered with "Mercy",and Love to be "Just"!We can now realize the true "Power of Love" in delivering "Justice"!Unjustiifiable Homicide was delivered to"Jesus Christ!The "Wrath OF GOD" is more than any man or woman can stand!!! Woman,Child.Boy,Girl,or any Man!!! Peace,Peace,Peace,we seek,seek,seek and that is what makes our "Democracy "Sublime and "Unique"! Love is "The fulfilling of "THE LAW"!">
(Inspired By Glenn Hughes' cover of Alice Cooper's "Only Women Bleed")
She’d cooked and cleaned and gave her all for him
and their three kids. She’d even worked part-time
outside their home, but life remained still grim,
and never will she live to see her prime.
She had escaped his beatings when she’d fled
and took her children with her far away
because she’d realized she’d end up dead
if she had any longer tried to stay,
enduring constant yelling and abuse.
She’s living with an old friend, trying to
keep hidden, yet she’s still had to produce
the documents to start her life anew.
Her spouse, with gun in hand, appears inside
the friend’s house . . . she succumbs to homicide.
Let’s take this outside
Your turn to be objectified
Necktied offside and brutified
Come step outside
Where you can no longer hide
Now you and me can collide
You’re worse than godzilla’s bride
Torpefied and vilified
Uglified, mean and evil-eyed
Always snide and undignified
Ringside, in your false pride
the eyes of Hitler recognized
Executing his genocide
Feeling justified nationwide
Lately I’ve been preoccupied
With thoughts of homicide
Accident by countryside
broadside you flip side
See you land in the fireside
For all the misery aside
you put me through - testified
Is your meanness really classified
I’m no longer taking it - qualified
I‘m no longer hiding it - quantified
No more excuses - are you satisfied?
Germicide and pesticide
Have you ever tried
To drink a ton of formaldehyde
To soften up your cowhide
Now we can go back inside
Your reign of terror on override
You’re toast and you’re fried
You’re been hogtied and humanified
Stupefied and rectified
Just as prophesized
AP: Honorable Mention 2025, Honorable Mention 2025
Submitted on May 16, 2018 for contest 8-MILE STYLE POETRY CONTEST sponsored by NICK TRIM - RANKED 4TH
(this pastiche pertaining to maya own inc ore pore rated poetic patois promulgated many moons ago from those screaming bloody thirsty headlines from the Italian court for justice sans the brutal homicide attributed to this then American college student and her ex-boyfriend).
with the assiduous vigor of a cadre of volunteers
brought sought after fruition of freedom
per the release of imprisoned young (twenty something) American lass
whose former life sentenced commuted to egress from an Italian jail
to her home within Seattle, Washington
whereby family, friends and strangers who fought for her liberation
breathed one palpable surprising sigh of euphoric relief
when the plane who boarded landed safely on the tarmac of SEATAC
aswarm with frenzied television camera crews
scrambled to get the initial scoop and what promises
to land this once anonymous cell bait
an undisclosed amount of lucre
which many on the other side of the pond
find mind boggling if not downright objectionable
moreso livid with rage
against the Machiavellian machine
on account of supposed culpability in tandem with her then boy friend
accused (under the guise of guilty fiat)
sans homicide of college roommate
now sought after garnering this fawning female
(salaciously tagged by Perugian court with the sobriquet “she wolf”
now faces a future replete with riches aplenty
allowing gravity of ugly epithet plus stigma from accusation of murder
to serve as basis for what will no doubt be a best seller
not to mention made for the silver screen blockbuster
with subsequent royal carpet treatment
to compensate for guilty judgment decreed
without tangible evidence nor fair trial to boot!
Form:
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 ages by and by
And all you do is wait to die,
Life loses its appeal
And the Great Mystery is real.
Life is a play of many acts.
The stage is set and life reacts.
We all must take that final bow;
Only time will tell exactly how.
The End
(This is a poem i wrote in 2012 for the U.S school shooting, which i have now modified to include the Iranian school childern bombing by foreign dìctators,
that killed over a 112 girl students)
( news report: On December 14, 2012, a mass shooting occurred at Sandy Hook Elementary School in Newtown, Connecticut, United States. The perpetrator, 20-year-old Adam Lanza, shot and killed 26 people. The victims were 20 children between six and seven years old, and six adult staff members. Earlier that day, before driving to the school, Lanza fatally shot his mother at their Newtown home. As first responders arrived at the school, Lanza killed himself with a gunshot to the head. )
My heart bleeds
for the misdeeds
of man killing man,
But a waterfall of tears
shed from pupils of the eyes
when and whenever
it's school pupils murdered,
The parents apple of their eyes
Lives and schools too sacred
to be massacred therein..!!
I recall of U.S
that one man shootout
Thoughts raced my mind for answers
I think, was it a madman lagerlout?
Indeed drugs, drinking and lack of parental supervision
could together form a lethal combination
Such fatal carelessness and recklessness
must be caused as well by godlessness
so atheism kinda completes self-destruction's equation...
To be able to commit senseless matricide, homicide then suicide
surely requires ample frustration!
As poet Blackpool Jimmy put it,
'lil ones who hardly said hello
are made to bid adieu'
I add, 'investigation into societal causes
is ever highly long due.
For this terrible atrocity
my heartfelt condolence
for loss of innocence
whether the kids are Muslim,
Christian or Jew
I despise all killer instinct ferocity
Innocent angel kids now in heaven
like doves do coo.:'(.
Woe to him, tis for certain for sure
twas a horrendous way
to settle with life the score!
for killers, we believers know,
never rest in peace
whether they kill a stranger, brother,
mother or niece!
And now this latest,
This time a school bombing air strike,
innocent Iranian school students
razed down and erased from earth,
Blood of innocence spilled
and little hearts killed
by heinous evil...
Alas ,shame woe be
on those who maim children
for mercenary claim...
My mother went to heaven on the day that I was born
My father raised me up before my mother he would join
He said, “Son, to get to heaven you must live a good, clean life
So you can go to meet your mother and see me with my wife.”
So, I tried to be good and I followed the golden rule
I did what I should and I was obedient all through school
I shared what I could and I read my bible every day
I tried to avoid evil thoughts and never a hurtful thing I’d say
The kids picked on me and “goodie-two-shoes” became my name
But, because I had a mission my actions always were the same
The road to meet my mother was a path to be kept clear
So bullies had their way with me – no retaliation need they fear
After my father passed away I met a beautiful young girl
She was everything to me; she was the rock in my empty world
We got married in the Summer; she was carrying my child in the Spring
I was looking forward to being a father to this miracle she would bring
I was working at a charity when they broke into my house
My wife tried to hide from them, being quiet as a mouse
They said, “Oh look, its goodie-two-shoes’ home, lets burn it to the ground”
When she yelled at them to stop this act, my wife was finally found
I won’t say what they did to her – the details I will spare
When she said, “My husband will soon be back”, they said, “What do we care”
“Goodie-two-shoes shares everything, of course he’d share his wife
Besides, that man’s a coward; we can do just what we like.”
When I came home and saw her, my mother spoke into my ear,
“Don’t worry about heaven, son, I’ve always been right here.”
I took my wife to the hospital, where they said she’d be okay
Then I went to find those bastards and wipe my life of good away
When they saw me approaching they laughed right into my face
With the first swing of the baseball bat I fell from heavens’ grace
Two men were unconscious before the third knew what to do
The bullet that he shot at me, my shoulder it passed right through
Justifiable homicide – on probation for ten years
My wife and son at my side, there is happiness in my tears
My mother and father visit me every night in my bedtime dreams
I didn’t need to take that path to heaven – or so, at least, it seems
“You’re a daisy if you do.”
Doc Holliday
ITs THREE O CLOCK AND ITs O K
the local joke
a triple homicide
in thirty seconds
can see pale faces
through the coffin glass ~
too many face consequences
Wyatt, Morgan, Virgil, Doc Holliday,
spray bullets and jargon
at the famed Cowboys
Billy Clanton, Tom and Frank McLaury ~
pushing up daisies
buried at Boot Hill
it’s grave
Holliday and the Earps
will have to answer
for their fame
Big Nose Kate, the local prostitute
slept with Doc
and Sheriff Wyatt had his common law
wife - she kept her life private ~
Tombstone, Arizona infamous!
3/9/2023
The Whole Truth & Nothing But the Truth
(If I Made a Movie)
It’s the movies that I love a lot,
and the truth is, if I had a shot
at making a movie,
it sure would be groovy
and have a magnificent plot!
Of trivial humor I’m wary.
Not a Curly, a Moe or a Larry
would be in my show,
and just so you know,
MY movie would be good and scary!
It wouldn’t be all blood and gore.
For me, real suspense is much more.
Cheap effects you’d not see,
and the genre would be
of psychological horror.
I don’t have all the details worked out,
but if homicide it were about,
no typical killer
would be in my thriller,
and he might even be a boy scout!
My movie would not have to be
about death necessarily.
Inner conflicts of the
main characters and a
big twist is what I’d guarantee!
Written for PD's Truth or Dare Contest
By Andrea Dietrich
(Good grief, I can't even find a category for this
poem, such as MOVIES. I wish Soup gave more choices!)