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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”.
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August 31, 2022
Contest : Dr Harold Shipman
Sponsored by : Joe Maverick
The football is good, sir keir is in.' The sun is out
Maybe some cheer is needed? So that tells
Me the clouds might stay unseeded? Soon the euro
Luvvies will be waxing, their hulls to sail the sea and
Show us the gulls'
There'll be promise and rhetoric and commonality.' Sounds
Rather like 'common-wealth?' Yet in market parlance.' Thats
( The hook ) you're not to see.! Around.) It'll be all about care
Of many people see!! While wars are raging and plauges
Are sleeping..' Kept in test tubes awaiting injection.? Creeping.!.On
In some form? Once they get direction 'they'll be good'
For your gout..And aching back improve libido.?
Oh such invention.' Are
You all still upon track.? You come out at six to make great noise.!!
With pots and sticks' chase those evil spirits away..Like good girls and boys.' You' ll all be such bricks. (May it all sink in!)
Judged an outstanding member of your community,
Only shows how erroneous some people can be!
How were you getting away with all that for so long?
Neighbors not suspecting you doing those things so wrong?
What horror transpired when they found that evidence;
All those bodies found buried under your residence!
You engaged in clandestine homosexual acts;
Nefariously murdered and can’t deny those facts
Exemplary of evil in those killing attacks!
Guilty as charged on all thirty-three counts you were found;
All victims’ families pain and suffering abound.
Capital punishment was not good enough, no doubt!
Your lethal injection death was your easy way out!
I am not expressing my personal opinions on controversial subjects such as the
death penalty or anything else here. This is just my first attempt at an acrostic
poem that was written in 2004 on the tenth anniversary of Gacy's execution.
In a corner I kneel
Naked as birth
Worthless I feel
To others I appear worth
I worked in a bar
A customer I've just met
He's promised this and that
My future I think set
A new life he'd find
Better prospects I'd face
To this customer I've just met
I reach out to embrace
We meet in the morning
At a disclosed quiet place
My journey for a new life
With a smile on my face
Into my unknown
Down dirt roads and farm tracks
After travelling for hours
I start to relax
At a farmhouse we stop
Outside parked are fancy cars
In the middle of nowhere
My mind thinks so bizarre
Entering we go
This cold and eerie place
Strangers they all are
To a wall I'm told to face
Orders are given
To please turn around
Strip naked to bare
Quiet, not a sound
A door opens
In walk smartly dressed men
They appear haggling, bartering
Again and again
To me they approach
Pointing, stern faced
Naked to these men
In this now nowhere place
I am led away
Injection I am given
Into involuntary slumber
In deranged driven
I awaken hours later
To the sound of city life
In a seedy room somewhere
My heart races rife
Weeks and months pass
Many men to forget
Soiled and degraded
Instructed, by the man in the bar I'd met
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Betrayal and Love
Our prime purpose in this seeming existence is to help others.
if you can't help them, don't hurt them even with a convincing hoax
because the paradox that many want to find in the daily grind is
that if you love until it hurts regardless of perks and any squirts
there can be no hurt until there’s even some unfair betrayal
Betrayal can happen in anywhere in any unexpected form
even on a nature trail especially if you’re empty handed
plus it tends to be both needless and unfair regardless of a bear
resulting in a bad ending
However, what every individual on the planet needs is neither
betrayal for any reason nor loneliness but love in every sense
of the word-it can start with a bottle of water and a compliment
which requires gracious acceptance or an offer of a meal
refusal to accept is not love nor is it anything other than fearful
rejection which even though better than a lethal injection can seem
worse than betrayal and is sometimes much worse than love- lack
of companionship is not right nor do fantasies have remain fantasies
because love is what’s needed!
When Reality Hits A Homerun, Situations Get Real
Defending My Heart, I Refuse to Kneel
My Dragon, My Beast Please Help Me Heal
For The Rejection Was Not A Prescient Projection
Like a Tainted Injection
Creating Injuries to My Purported Soul
Damn Burnt Bridges, Forfeited Toll
Thank You For Teaching Me That Your Love Was Inconsistent
Causing a Galling Dent
Seeking Selfish Ambitions making My Feelings Irrelevant!
Went On Ahead and Ignored Telltale Signs
My Emotions Now Apathetic, Feelings Expatriated, Re-directed, Reassigned!
I Guess Life is Poetry, The Ups and Downs
My Story, My Song
Verses of What Could Have Been
In The Darkest Dark, In The Luminous Light
I Exist Somewhere In Between!
Translating ideas through energetic muscles
and calculative minds
is his doing
knowledgeable tricks and wise options
converted to the physical for the honour and glory
is his aim.
The one at the top of the chain
possesses his own repertoire.
A personality with tactical onus
is the one and only expectation.
Catastrophic it is;
when such a charisma is tempered with
An effective philosophy gives him fame
but ambiguity in strategy wins the point
a winning atmosphere brings out his etiquette
a loss- he treats so diabolical.
Every attack is a litmus test
mental kunfu blended naturally
with physical dynamism in display
closing down angles, tight markings
speed injection, courage cultivation,
identity-showing formations with opponent-neutralizing weapons,
massive onslaught, defensive solidity and quick counters
all for a harvest of victory
coming from the equations of his thoughts
watered by distinctive motivational skills.
A team player who's always outside the line
The football Manager is he!
Clock strikes,
every second my heart stabs
another injection of grief,
as streams wash the contours
rushing the valleys of guise.
Memories.
All I behold now you have gone,
besides photographs and diaries.
I stare at you and you are there,
besides me once more.
Turning over,
another page lets me slowly learn
to accept this new place in time
where I find myself surrounded
by loneliness and sorrow.
This is not,
of course how you would want me to be.
Were you with me now you would hold me,
stroke my face and comfort me.
Loving me, happily.
Together,
we have shared these memories,
so many times, turning over,
those beautiful pages of times
roaming through contours of life.
I recollect,
how we walked valleys and streams,
where we played, picniced and slept.
Turning over the page you stay with me,
through the treasures we have shared.
Now at night
when I'm lonely, in those early cold hours,
turning over I'll remember and cherish
those beautiful gifts given so freely;
and thank God for the time that you lived.
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Please tell me who is the real me of them all?
Is she the girl who dreamt of her knight in shining armor?
And a happy ever after?
Or the one who was a victim of abuse, and survived.
Fought her way to stay alive.
Perhaps the divorced, single mum?
Who struggles on her own?
Breaking flesh and bone to build herself a home?
Maybe the visionary teacher?
Who wants her kids to succeed?
Even if she had to ignore her own needs.
Can you give her a clear explanation,
Where she is heading to, and her destination?
The uncertainty drives her mad.
Especially when she is alone and has no one to phone.
No lover, to warm her bed,
No companion, to rest her head.
No confidant, to share her fears.
No one, to dry her tears.
When you look at her reflection?
Do you also see her imperfections?
Can you see her broken soul?
That she tries to make whole.
What about all the rejections?
Can you fix her with an injection?
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Is she just not also human after all?
White as a sheet ghostly color,
sans countenance of mine
impossible to differentiate between
Lenovo external screen background
myopia no deterrent as jaw slackened
upon Citizens Bank notification
current spate of ill health
(relentless stomach virus)
triggered emotional state
Kamikaze nose dived
into forbidding deathwish
gastrointestinal Civil War
relentlessly raged kickstarting
linkedin body, mind, spirit
emergency necessitating transfer of funds,
and/ or anonymous philanthropic injection
to staunch, stave, and stay hemorrhaging,
whereby checking account
beyond restoration, sans life support
heroic measures sense (cents) less,
now, mine entire being
excruciating figurative explosion,
viz rapidly fired projectile
as if "FAKE" mandibles bit the bullet
self destruction declaration reactivated
casus belli (caused by ache'n belly)
just on cusp of recovery
succumbed to lowest record nadir
kindling, sparking, and whip sawing
plea for salvation or termination,
mine abysmal ad hoc existence
evincing illogic, quixotic, tragic...
charade, facade, masquerade, et cetera
accursed woe synonymous with Sisyphus
condemned to Hades exhausting
arduous, laborious, torturous... punishment
social security disability deposit
congenital schizoid personality disorder
attendant anxiety, obsessive/ compulsive
disorder, panic marginally tempered
asper prescription medication
as each day of destitution,
offers smidgen alleviation!