No arrests have been made yet,
but an investigation and manhunt for the suspects are underway,” says police spokesperson
Col Mavela Masondo in a statement.
The family of the deceased was in Cape Town
when they tried to contact him but he could not be reached, a family friend went to check up on Gordin.“Upon arrival, she found the back door of the main house locked and the key of the door was in the lock on the outside, she entered the house and discovered that it was ransacked,” journalist was already dead with multiple injuries.A television and Gordin’s car were stolen.
Categories:
manhunt, body, books, car, chicago,
Form: Other
Marmite Man was enjoying breakfast, marmite on toast
When the officer on the bridge shouted "it's the Aussie coast"
The alarm for action stations sounded, men ran here and there
It was time to flush out the rebel vixens cowering in their lair.
Port Melbourne was the first target, the Vegemite factory
A B52 bomber dropped its payload to inflict untold misery
The factory was obliterated ; the mission a success
All that was left was glass and bricks with a large gooey mess.
Their food supply now cut off they'd have no stomach to fight
But Marmite Man is generous and distributed marmite
Very soon white flags were everywhere, in every city and town
There was pockets of resistance but they were quickly put down.
Some rebel vixens were captured and exiled to Tasmania
The victorious Marmite empire expanded taking in Australia
Meanwhile there's a manhunt for the Queen of Vegemite
With a generous reward of a thousand jars, of delicious Marmite.
Written 23rd February 2022.
Categories:
manhunt, humor,
Form: Rhyme
Go away get out of here
Your about to live in fear
Run as far as you can go
My fury's about to show
Your actions led me to this
There's not gonna be forgiveness
You don't punch and you don't hit
In a raging angry fit
She was always sweet and kind
Now she's waking up to find
Nightmares that are coming true
You don't even have a clue
How protective I can be
Of my friends and family
I'm so ready to begin
My manhunt, you can not win
Categories:
manhunt, abuse, bullying, feelings, relationship,
Form: Rhyme
Glancing down she looked at the scar
between her elbow and shoulder
ugly standing out this scar was an open folder
Of memories of an incipient time
evanescent recollections of friendships
lost love entwined
Man hunt manhunt one two three!
playing under the nights penumbra
those words at the time were the most important decree
Tag she was it
Caught caught caught!
laughing so hard she fell on the sidewalk
Her arm bleeding from the fall
wouldn't stop her
continuing to play under the nightfall
As she reminisced about those ephemeral days
So many firsts came racing back
forever in her heart they were engraved
When did existence become so complicated
life's clock always ticking
moments unable to be replicated
That scar created
reminding her life at a time was simple
that wound was sacred
Categories:
manhunt, child, emotions,
Form: Free verse
A fugitive moon
appeared, after the blaze of the sun,
in a frozen standoff,
died.
My room was dappled
with pale moonbeams shadows,
nestled on the?
blue walls.
There was a constant drumbeat
coming nearer. He wanted
to quit. You cannot change
the legacy of dark rooms.
A manhunt must start
for the thief who stole away
all the voices of
a departed soul.
Satish Verma
Categories:
manhunt, art,
Form: ABC
We went through
The strength of things
The worst of things
Best friends
A team
You had my back
I had yours
Secrets and stories
So much fun
Back in the day
Bikes and "the black"
Manhunt and boys
And now
Years later
Children and families
Gains and loses
We live far apart
But we're still the same
You are still my bestie
My sister, my cousin, my friend
My ride or die to the end
Categories:
manhunt, family,
Form: Free verse
This is my absolute favorite time of year,
For summer swim is almost here.
Going to the beach to swim with my friends,
Then riding bike till the day's end.
Having picnics in the park,
Playing manhunt until dark.'
Camping with Channy, so much fun,
Sleepover at my house be the first one.
Making up stories all day long,
Sitting 'round a bonfire singing songs.
Fishing with Dad and you won't believe,
The big one I caught, got a chance to leave.
So, may the winter air please, go away,
Because Summer needs to be on its way!!
~Alexis
Categories:
manhunt, seasons, summer,
Form: Couplet
Close the city! Stop the cars!
Folks should stay inside
While the police determine where
The bomber chose to hide.
Shut the airport! Halt the trains!
Cancel all you’ve planned;
There’s a madman on the loose,
So all should understand.
If I lived near Boston, though,
I think I’d be annoyed.
All the day’s appointments
Would instead be null and void.
Better safe than sorry
Is what’s said while he is sought,
But patience must be wearing thin
Until this guy is caught.
Categories:
manhunt, angst,
Form: Rhyme
Delve inside
Deep under that ocean of temptations
Delve inside
To retrieve the pearl from the shell
Delve inside
Into that mysterious world
Delve inside
For that treasure hunt
Delve inside
For that manhunt
Delve inside
To retrieve, the real you
Delve inside
To know, who are you
Delve inside
To know ,who created you
Delve inside
To dust off layers of sins
Delve inside
To receive a new vision
Delve inside
To know ,the spiritual you
Delve inside
To be enthralled
To be enlightened...
Categories:
manhunt, introspection, philosophy, spiritual,
Form: Free verse
oh these Google Glass(es)
are gonna put a whole new meaning behind
beating up the guy/gal who is
wearing em’---
as the 5 Point Café in Seattle, WA,
courageously takes the first step to
ban them,
knowing full well that the minions of
commercialism, the whores of
exposure,
will be out to face**** & **** images &
private information,
right there in real time,
when these things get cheaper &
the idiot brigade is wearing them like they were
Ray-Bans---
what with a sky full of drones
working for the pigs & the state of
mr. hope & change,
ready to swarm & manhunt,
then burn us to the ground like they did Christopher
Dorner,
we who value our ability to slink down into a
dark dive bar of sorts,
where anonymity &
an absence of social anxiety
go hand in hand with
privacy,
should be polishing our brass knuckles,
because the trend to violate every last bit of
our freedom to get away,
is only increasing &
when it becomes “hip” to parade around with
them on,
you can bet it’s going to happen.
Categories:
manhunt, life,
Form: Free verse
He had started his own manhunt
for an autistic seal for a personal vision
in deep waters. They had left him to die at bottom of pain.
The silent screams against inhuman brutality
started coming from underground. A photo
montage was emerging on the walls. I
dip my fingers in blood to write my name.
Just the untitled truth will speak now.
New species of frogs are making headlines.
Men were becoming amphibians, sailing beyond
the shores of kisses to bite.
They were starving for the sun in caves,
to watch the murals for a resume of flames.
The snow was covering the peaks of shame.
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
manhunt, art
Form: I do not know?
Humility is the soil
the tithe I reach within
when erring in transpiring
I wreak and rant in vim.
Futility is the manhunt
my soul would want to seek
when cost is not aspiring
or goals are too oblique.
So let me grow with reason
the seeds I bear, not speak
but plant in silence,knowing
my virtues, in my keep.
And let the Lord so nourish
with measures that will win
~ but for myself, choose merit
that thee will find in Him!
Categories:
manhunt, philosophy,
Form: Rhyme
Humility is the soil,
the tithe I reach within,
when erring in transpiring,
I wreak and rant in vim.
Futility is the manhunt
my soul would want to seek,
when cost is not aspiring,
or goals are too oblique.
So let me grow with reason,
the seeds I bear, not speak,
but plant in silence knowing
my virtues in my keep.
And let the Lord so nourish
with measures that will win,
but for myself choose merit
that thee will find in Him!
Categories:
manhunt, introspection,
Form: Rhyme