Murder Poems

There is rumbling in the skies
It’s not thunder
Babies sound a chorus of cries
Where is mother?

They have mastered the drill
To take cover
Prayer the only sanctuary, they stay still
Survive or wander

There is no heat to keep them warm
There is just rapid fire
They...Read More

...“You know that I didn’t start out this way,
and this life I have never desired,
I just wanted to discover the past,
to my mind no calling was higher…

“Until the day I found that cursed tomb,
we were so thrilled to see what...Read More

~ Wear  His  Armor   ~
 ( Lanterne  )



~O~
 

 Feel 
 Much pain 
 But with His 
 Love I'll always 
 Walk 

~o~ 

 With 
 Lord help 
 Crush evil 
 His ...Read More

Where is the mass transit sending people to?
Dispatch of souls to places unknown
See the loading ramp down by the barracks
A place to herd them into vehicles
What type vehicles and for what use?
A bus to drive them to a spar resort
A...Read More

born beneath a tangle of stars

cream cry Hamal

blood-warm straw

away in a manger

the whistle of distant collie

 

but all too soon

a frosty breeze chews the nostrils

the farmed proletariat

mass in trucks with fear

spindle limbs hacked, knife hung on a hook

 

dragging her...Read More

They alleged, when they handcuffed poor Fred
that he’d killed Mr Wu! Shot him dead!
For that night, over beer,
his intent had been clear -
“I could murder a Chinese*,” he’d said.


8 Feb 2020

*British expression meaning “I’d really love some Chinese food”!...Read More

A murder of crows
rose up to the sky
as I passed the tree
at the moment you died
I know it was you son
saying goodbye
as I passed that tree
on the day that you died
The crow was always 
your favourite bird
so I know it...Read More

I yelled like a banshee
that night as rain mauled a tin roof.

She laid as if dead on the bloodied bed,
already slipping wall-eyed into indifference.

The midwife shouting over the drumming,
the Irish priest humming a prattling prayer;
my gums screeching blue murder.

Inside the...Read More

~ Thank  You  God  ~
 ( The  Bell  )


~O~



 God 
Thank You for 
All your Blessings 
You give us daily 
Bread every single day 
I'm thankful for all 
That You do for each of 
Us...Read More

Jesus Is

Jesus is the sweetest word to fall upon my ear.
The sunshine living in me that is brighter every year.
The strength I need to carry every burden that I feel.
Reality within a world where very little’s real.

Jesus is a name...Read More

This poem was written during the years Barack Obama was president.   As a Christian I was deeply concerned about the state of the union and all the downward trending taking place in virtually every venue of our great...Read More

Blood letting leeches
Sucking patients dry
Killing some
Yet still they get recommended
By practicing doctors
Glad that is over?
Me too...Read More

~ Just  Call  His  Name  ~
 ( Pirouette )


~O~


In Him find Love, Hope, Peace 
In trouble, call His name 
He'll respond Your call 
Come in heart, live in you 
When you call the Lord is there...Read More

At this hour ... without any planning I write because I got up to use the restroom, but switched on my text messages and saw one from last night. A great friend could not believe what happens in marriages when...Read More

Its siren is annoying;
Its flashing light disturbs.
Its speed propels pedestrians
To back up to the curbs.

It zigs and zags on city streets
Ignoring lights turned red,
Determined to respond, no matter
What might lie ahead.

A heart attack or vertigo,
An accident or fall;
A suicide or...Read More

There once was a lady from Maine
Whose fiancé drove her insane
They all called him Fred
He slept in his sled
His dogs howled again and again

Well she shot him twice in the head
The doctor said he was quite dead
The sheriff said, "Belle",
"I...Read More

Blood to heaven and blood on the post.
Severed builder's head in the oven.
Slowly cooking to a succulent roast.
Enraptured by the local witches coven.
What happens now is anyone's guess.
His body wanders angrily wanting a job.
Will he communicate with Rudolf Hess?
And delicately...Read More

Towns lay in ashes as soldiers marched to the sound of defeat

Clowns mocked surrender and wiped mascara off sooty cheeks

Frowns disguised shrapnel of eyeshadows in languishing tears

Gowns shredded doubts and hope when a bugle blessed the meek


Swords pointed to power...Read More

Fast is the train
Fast are the wheels
Wheels are round
Wheels are solid
Solid is metal
Solid is rusty
Rusty is puce
Rusty is deteriorating 
Deteriorating is atrocious
Deteriorating is occurring 
Occurring in ancient paper
Occurring in my head
Head is large
Head is hurting
Hurting with malicious memories
Hurting with pure...Read More

Beliefs
by Dylan Williamson

Hysteria through the town
Because of one person
The people are down
And feelings have come to worsen
The people come to take
The joy of one
Because they make
It out, it’s been said and done
That they are wrong
To enjoy their practices
To resist the...Read More

He walks around with his nose pointing upward in the air
With calculating eyes that are so fearful, mouth moving from side to side and a tongue that keeps twisting around the things that are profound. Nonsensical words are constantly dripping...Read More

The only good chav is one swinging from a rope
Strung about his long skinny neck
Chocking the bastard to death slowly
Thus ending his petty little life once and for all
Doing us all a favour and stamping out crime
Ending the problem and...Read More

The office is dark, I sit at my desk.
I watch my hand shake as I pour my drink.
From the beginning the case was a mess.
That's what you get when you choose not to think...

It takes some effort reloading my gun.
Still...Read More

He was a hatchet-faced guy and snaggle-toothed.
Most said he was a good guy,
but sometimes it happens 
with snaggle-toothed hatched faced guys,
in time they get itchy,
the kind of itch you can't buy a cream for.
After the first murder he felt better,
after...Read More

Decades of a formula that only he knew about it and drew,
Cascades of his artwork came to a head in his last years,
Glissades of a swan in a lake that only a handful had seen,
Tirades made its mark on him,...Read More