Music Murder Poems

"Lizzie Borden took an axe,
gave her mother forty whacks,
when she saw what she had done,
gave her father forty-one,
she washed herself from a watered pail,
she claimed...

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IT IS TIME TO STOP THE STUPIDITY! 

 
The notes of a Shaka flute float to my ears 
like an Arabian midsummer night’s dream 
it...

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This is the tale of Sarah Pike
Who lived in a cottage at Hangman’s Dyke,
Twixt Preston and old Burnblack town
She walked the byways up and down.
Travellers...

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I felt it – stirring, spontaneous repulsion,
the darkness
Recovering from the steel black holes
Eyes intent on raping the soul
Ravishing the vulnerable,
Violating the hope, the wonder.

He was...

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I tell of a secret

For a lover who's furious

Play him Jazz

If he gets angry

Rock the jazz

Add some spice

Maybe a little bazz

Or glare, in his eyes

He...

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When I was young,                     ...

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Adrian Monk
was in a funk,

Till he got
assistants.

But this particular case
held him in a space,

With which he felt
resistance.

That I can't blame
I feel the same--

Phobia of everything
dental--

Can...

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We tend to lose our innocence as the years unfold
So the innocence of our children is a beauty to behold

Children sing before they know it's...

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Someone who knows
Said You were an old ancient Tree,
But at the time, it didn’t really matter, 
Or seem important to me.
I knew You only for...

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I want to leave this place 
this place of plague dream nights 
wrapped in barbed wire 
of vacant faces and hot stares 
hell white corrupted...

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Each morning I took the train to work,  
each evening I took the train back home. 
Each way we went through a long dark...

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STOP! This is the updated version
So now I guess this is the REMIXed version
Now the ONLY version
Poetrysoup Exclusive Version
Click the back button if ur ears...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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World War II Poems and Holocaust Poems - VI - Chaim Nachman Bialik, Erich Fried

After My Death
by Chaim Nachman Bialik
translation by Michael R. Burch

Say this...

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So This is Over
A living legend now dead.
All grief and sorrow
Flows through my head.
I can't understand
Why such things must be.
I wish there was someone
Who'd explain...

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