untamed masters, tame
their subjects, until they're tame
enough to follow.
Categories:
overthrow, conflict, philosophy, political, power,
Form: Haiku
but there is more of us.
Pull out ever Tick
Four letters
..nickname of royal prince
….P…..E…..then something ….O
Doh the clue
America seriously I wish we could help
but we have our own Loonies to deal with
What rhymes with finesse
Every lioness
I think I would have been a great God
……well above average
I mean you say you can’t see him
2000 odd years ago all he could burn was a bush
Look at him know
And his son hasn’t left the house since
well we did put nails in him
Does a Jesus wig get made with criss cross hairs
We should start a trend
Guessing which sexual law
By which actor
While the director took a back handed
I would give dogs 10 lives
Ha cats you only have 9
One more word dog and it’s going to single
Dig gits they make me s………..
for at least a mile
What if there is nothing left to fix
My stare can look like a glare
But trust me I might be a wear/where/wer
wolf over there
Watch I ensnare
Arming every bear
Watch the flare
Bboy in the air
Only lacking
the ability
to
care.
Categories:
overthrow, poetry,
Form: Free verse
The diabolical Geckos were plotting
While our fall leaves were rotting
Yes there was some spotting
On those leaves that were rotting
But this is the crazy most maniacal ridiculous thing
Those Geckos were plotting to overthrow the king
I knew what turmoil this might to our kingdom bring
So I turned traitor and told their plot to the king
Categories:
overthrow, 1st grade, 2nd grade,
Form: Rhyme
The mystical magical ethereal combination
Of a secret elixir’s initial amalgamation
Gave the warlock and witch dedicated determination
To keep the mysterious combination at their station.
The wicked queen’s expected upcoming coronation
Was as welcomed as a teen’s cramp-filled menstruation
The witch explained this to warlock with weird elation
He was annoyed with her efforts, it caused frustration.
Categories:
overthrow, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Monorhyme
I am the moon
But not I, for I am the sun
We are clouds much different than both
Able to confiscate your shine or glow
You being the moon, your face will fade
And for you old pious sun, the sky will turn gray
You are observed with admiration
We being of no fame are resentful
Ten thousand years we’ve rolled about
Today we will blind you for all your worth
Categories:
overthrow, weather,
Form: Free verse
oft times brutal not so short,
but nasty acknowledgement,
(this anonymous, conscientious, efficacious...
frivolous gent writhes at bloody history),
yet mindful premeditated how to be worthy,
and now feels forced to be acquiescent
(as well other citizens might) calling
(er...actually writing), an August
aegis body vowing to be adherent
to codas, doctrine, ethos...adjacent
with government sanctioned destruction,
and indefinite adjournment
of peaceful coexistence with native peoples,
who never accepted unfair (raw deal) adjustment
(most often forced with violence) preceded,
and/or followed by admonishment
of aggressive, corrosive, deceptive...
indiscriminate butchering and adolescent
women and children,
an irrevocable Janus-faced advancement
fate awaiting all aboriginal tribes
fueled by advertisement frequently with bounty
fast forward to present age of affluent
price tag to lobby and or represent
deliberate gerrymandered voting districts,
where trumped up agent orange
iz new black aggrandizement
finds Donny Brooks saturing the media
with proclamation defamation of this very day
stigmatizing valuable news as so subtly "FAKE"!
Categories:
overthrow, abuse, anger, animal, bullying,
Form: Political Verse
The bamboo wind chimes sing wind's song
Blue-gray clouds almost drip
Yet the Tulip Treee sends forth blooms
Will cold do oneupmanship?
Out on the porch damp and too cold
Still winter but blooms show
In limbo thoughts and deep feelings
Waiting spring's overthrow
Out the kitchen window its gray
Only brightened by birds
They come in colors red and blue
Beauty in other words
How I'm thankful for their flutter
For when the rain starts_gone
They'll hide in some dry secret place
And give me denouement
Categories:
overthrow, life, nature,
Form: Verse
I plan my murderous ways deep within my mind.
She is ruthless and demeaning and so unkind.
Telling no-one of my prearranged scheme today,
No-one that can discuss this deed in anyway,
She is uncanny, mysteriously, skulking in house.
I despise her fortitude making me her mortal louse.
She deserves this death a thousand times more.
She has traveled from this place and that store.
Shopping and traveling with a hunger unknown.
She is destroying my castle and taking my throne.
A widow stumbling upon me, not once but twice,
Her planned arrangement, slightly at any price,
Our merger won by nature’s fortitude and design.
Coupled in society we had lived in life so fine.
She was about to meet the end, my perfect crime.
Our unity really forbidden, calibrated in time.
This murder will never be traced back to me.
No-one knew she existed, a complete mystery.
Poison my choice for destruction for my lady.
An agonizing painful death for Mrs. O’Grady,
She was a female that held a gratified divider.
My prey and murdered victim was a spider
written by
Cecil Hickman
written for
Sponsor Susan Burch
Contest Name Getting Away with Murder/Murderous Thoughts
Categories:
overthrow, adventure, death, history, life,
Form: Couplet
Love once reigned in my heart
But it has been deposed
Because I didn’t try to keep you
The coup went unopposed
Now loneliness reigns supreme
That Prince of misery
If I had fought to keep you
You might still be with me
Categories:
overthrow, lost love, love, sad
Form: I do not know?