UNAFRRAID OF THREATS FROM HITMEN FROM DETROIT NOR JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY OBSTRUCTING JUSTICE IN ARSON MURDERS OF 9 HELPLESS PERSONS BY THE GARGANO CRIME FAMILY HIS PARTNER FIREMAN GENE KALINOWSKI BACK OFF STOP BURNING PEOPLE ALIVE
Categories:
murders, allah, death,
Form: Naat
It's a whodunit
with mystery and suspense
right up to the end
Categories:
murders, murder, mystery,
Form: Senryu
A woman convicted of fatally poisoning her husband with antifreeze and
trying to kill her daughter and frame her for the crime has died in prison.
Stacey Castor,48,died Saturday morning while serving 51 years to life at
Bedford Hills Correctional Facility for Women in Westchester County,
the Onondaga County district attorney's office said.The Antifreeze Murders,
was a series of killings and attempted killings within the Staudte family of Springfield,Missouri.Zafar Khan Supari killer chemical drink injection game.
Categories:
murders, drink, drug, evil, family,
Form: Free verse
Violent offenders released without bail
a senseless reform, it unfailingly fails
Victims walk alone in dark alleys at night
then rant on the news 'bout the lack of streetlights
Movies at theatres feature a killing a minute
Hollywood's culture of death implicated in it
Crude rap songs glorify every nasty habit imaginable
blare from sidewalks and streets uninhabitable
Guns so easy to score on the meanest of streets
adolescents own more than the cops on the beat
Single mothers on drugs, absent fathers in jail
young kids left untended, what do 'values' avail
Do murders seem senseless ~ They're so often not
They happen for good reason in the society we've got
Categories:
murders, america, death, murder, society,
Form: Couplet
Six people confessed to the murders of four.
Police detectives were consternated.
This many confessions had never happened before.
This was totally unanticipated.
Other homeless people lined the police station door.
Police said “Now, these jail cells are overrated.”
In a week the confessions numbered twenty-four.
Free room and board for all those who participated.
Categories:
murders, satire,
Form: Rhyme
Alice, murdered by Dracula’s daughter
White rabbit keeps secret as he ought’er.
He sits on her throne
As Halloween gnome
Skulls laugh at the smeary night blotter
Striped legs and a red hair bow pretty
Dracula’s child morbid and witty
Secrets secure
Alice has no cure
Crying from the bowels of evil city
Categories:
murders, halloween,
Form: Limerick
...streets; shotguns and ink.
the shotgun cracks the night,
locked within
the seed of death, dark.
the streets are frozen in space...
barren in time.
the wind causes the leaves to spin.
trash flutters in the heat.
the pale light of a street lamp cuts...the gloom.
a circle of images in the thick black, lnk...
lay puddles of warm life in the dark streets
metal sparks in white...
red runs the complex stone.
a scream is soft in the hard night,
it is alone…
...run from the rains
as it comes...
down in driving sheets!
...waste away the rust from gray stone.
painted with rubies of blood in bone.
it runs like ink!
sins are burning,
buried are the deeds,
deep the raging seas...
shotguns spin.
the smoking barrels ghosts curl…
from someone's broken deeds, machinery!
crash into the rain, dark of the insane.
the lamp dims...
hums,
flickers,
sparks,
brakes and dies
the finality washes in...
Categories:
murders, adventure, allusion, analogy, anxiety,
Form: Free verse
Best Armed Mass Murders
America's mass murderers are best armed;
This is why many people they have harmed;
Injuried and died;
Then people cried,
And all of us have forever became alarmed.
Jim Horn
Categories:
murders, allegory, analogy,
Form: Limerick
She murdered her mother and her new stepdad.
Some say she was evil, others say she was mad.
She didn't want to be a farm girl which was what her mother had planned.
Her anger caused her to snap because it was too much for her to stand.
She was a city girl until her mother decided to marry a farmer.
When it came to her mother, nobody knew she would harm her.
She shot her mother in the head and her stepdad in the chest.
Less than one week later, the police placed her under arrest.
When she was accused of the murders, she kept denying it.
She said that a burglar did it but the police weren't buying it.
She felt no remorse and she shed no tears.
She was found guilty by a jury of her piers.
She killed two innocent people and never once seemed to care.
She was tried as an adult and was executed by an electric chair.
Categories:
murders, farm, murder, violence,
Form: Rhyme
I saw several plastic bags caught
upon driftwood, swaying atop the ocean.
A beer can or five lay scattered nearby
soon to be taken and kept by the tide.
I placed all trash in the bag I gripped,
holding other cans, plastics, bags for chips.
I could not fathom who would do this
and stilled my sad-mad trembling lips.
We cannot seem to fight corporate greed,
but must people also cause land to bleed?
Littering breaks my entire heart
within the spiritual eternal part.
There resides my unique “I am”;
a force that radiates a breaking spark,
that hurts and longs to understand.
What lays the ways of any living man
who nonchalantly murders earth-land?
All tangibles the careless now own
came from something nature grown.
I know this is a truth widely known.
The earth has a true heartbeat –
a pulse littering may yet defeat.
The oceans, forests and even the streets,
see me picking up trash in a sad repeat.
Despite my raw anger, I often weep.
I know God lovingly created planet art
because when I move the ‘h’ in earth
it conveys we reside in His very heart.
Do not, I pray and besiege this day,
kill His artistry with garbage this way.
Categories:
murders, abuse, earth, emotions, nature,
Form: Rhyme
Murder of the innocent.............
One door opens, another door shuts,
Drugs, knives, coppers, over dressed sluts.
Colours worn, weapons in hand,
Children dying in a blood tainted land.
No more hatred, no weapons to yield,
No more coffins in a mud sodden field.
Hatred now gone, no more youngsters to die,
No need for anger at the places they lie.
When the door opens, the door opens wide,
No more denying, no places to hide.
No time for distance, no walking away,
No children dying, no murders today.........
In memory of the victims of the British culture of knife crime.
Categories:
murders, anger, child, death, heartbroken,
Form: Rhyme
Tragedy in Pennsylvania
October, 2006
I watched 34 carriages
and buggies snake toward
three empty hand-dug graves.
"Our lives are shattered," is quoted
as an entire nation gazes in horror,
and one church hosts a prayer vigil.
The iron wheels of a horse-drawn hearse
tracks the same route taken by the milk
wagon, and winds past the shooter's house.
One sister had begged, "Shoot me first."
Her younger sibling said, "Shoot me
next," hoping to save the others.
Hate-filled rhetoric spills over air waves,
thwarts picket plans of misguided religious
fanatics, and spares gentlefolk further pain.
Two sisters share a common grave;
a young girl is brought home
to die in peace.
Gracious, forgiving, old-world Amish
invite the shooter's family to witness
their daughters' final farewell.
Naomi Rose,
the only girl in an all boy family,
is laid to rest.
Categories:
murders, faith, family, farm, forgiveness,
Form: Free verse
Kill kill kill
you that loves to
breath
but blocked
your brother's
nostril
Kill kill kill
you thats afraid
of death
but forced your
brother
to embrace the
horrors of it
calling
kill kill kill
you thats afraid
of pain and
torment
but forced your
brother
to lie where
pain's the song
torment's the
rythm
kill kill kill
you that can't
decide what
holds the next
minute
you that where
brought forth
the way not
different from
thy brother
kill kill kill
you that's at the
arms of misery
but pleaded for
mercy
at the lowest
soft tune of thy
voice
but showeth not
mercy
to thy brother
whom you killed
kill kill kill
you thats afraid
of death
The man you
killed was your
brother!!!!!!!!!
Categories:
murders, murder
Form: Free verse