Brilliant execution
Orders followed
Self preservation
Far from battle
Cloistered warmly, safe
Divinely chosen to sit
In Bill's house on the hill
Awaiting the body count
Lives snuffed out
Two years ago
Did not go away
Now back to haunt
Karma is real; payback
In other lives and places
Time's a continuum
Matter's indestructible
A smirk ghosts
by torn lips
razored puce
and throbbing wild
to fire a fusillade
of mortar murmurs
armed with fangs
honed in cauldrons
belching molten words
to palsy the gainsay
of jesters
who scarify and behead
bliss.
We've taken abuse too long.
You've heard of revenge of the nerds.
This will be much worse.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Karma suddenly dropped the other shoe
She bit off more that she could chew
Payback’s a b*tch when you’re a snitch
AP: Honorable Mention
justice casts a shadow
telling the time on a sundial
echoing retribution
to come when power play
shifts to reverse
Januery 15 2024 Danial Shepherd took it to law!
In South Australia, he won the case.'
For he was damaged, in 'the clot shot disgrace'
He was forced against his will' by a 'christian body'?
To climb that hill.' In the real dark of false science.'
He took a shot, a hero Australian I like him a lot.'
Now his injury proven his case is won, this was a
A better hill; not to die upon.' Will he get to Canberra?
I just don't know' I hope he will? may he steal the show! good on'ya Daniel and on the team.! that
Smashed the falshoods, around our nightmare scene.'
This is:
"An ominous notice to all oppressors of worlds"
Limitations Of Power
Even the mightiest and most impregnable wall
Looming over the weakest amidst endlessness
In hidden silence crumbles then eventually fall
10/08/2022
6:47 P.M.
Rhodes, Greece
Overnight shall sleep The Delayed Inspector
In a swarming-with-mosquitoes Sector:
The exact wish of his host and Rector
Wishing him the company of Malaria’s Vectors
And the keenest battles with Their Directors,
Since he mustn’t The School Inspector hector
But can’t him leave The Victor
Of a supervisory Role, Very Rude
And intent display of The Shrewd.
A Thirty-fiver impressing he could deprive
A Fifty-fiver of his sole drive,
Teacher watchers shocking as he strives
To mar that on which he thrives;
Wherefore it has to now be
And ever by payback be
A Purposely Torn Mosquito Net
That Malaria makes A sure bet
And Eyelids with begging tears wet.
Tread lightly on my badly wounded soul
Lest it return in spectral manner borne,
Time will atone for the happiness you stole.
Ponder the ways you can make it whole
The one you purposely caused to mourn
Tread lightly on my badly wounded soul.
All deeds are written on memory’s scroll
Some like the rose; some like the thorn
Time will atone for the happiness you stole.
Do not consider your bullying a mere stroll
In your wilted gardens of sarcasm and scorn
Tread lightly on my badly wounded soul.
Your hurtful ways will surely take a toll
For eternal recompense has been sworn
Time will atone for the happiness you stole.
You will experience payback, like the troll,
Who thrives on bullying, I must forewarn,
Tread lightly on my badly wounded soul,
Time will atone for the happiness you stole.
Losses not consolidated leave contributor raw
Arrears rip pages of rational compassionate law
Turblent thoughts toss turn to channel retaliation
Embittered brain rubs static into smooth radio station
Nocturnal curtain eternal drawn over forgiving stance
Tortured cortex tar drips coal smudge repugnance
Behind lids of eyes fingertips pressing upon
Lacking exposure conjures warped projection
Attonement can't be granted during darkness
Confessions sparkle once in white starkness
Killing accountability in murky private mind
Proliferating hatred sees old harm magnified
Asperity of sins committed stew in torpid trench
Years of historic plot twist regale harsh revenge
Bulged breeding dim ideas seethe evil scheme
Attack mapped by movie shock putrid scenes
Creeping balaclava covered crow bar at chest
Knavish initiation repaid with blood reaps debt
24th August 2021
Written for Contest : The Colour Black
Sponsor : Chantelle Anne Cooke
Your Stimulus cheque has gone astray
To Trump Resorts for employee pay
With Trump to lead it
You know they need it
As they just might file "Bankrupt" today!
The currency of time
—is blood
(Dreamsleep: January, 2020)
Welcome to the house of card
Where guards don't guard
Relax you won't get bored
Just a little bald
You don't need to be mad
After all it began with your dad
When I was a lost lad
So cruel were his hand
That every pain received is like a scorched land
Don't try to be sad
You gonna make my heart hard
He thinks he own everything he had
Like a magician with a wand
But I'm the one who gets laid
While he gets paid
Everyone thinks I'm bad
They forgot he's the one with the callous pad
Well what goes around comes around they say
Now luck has made you come my way
Don't worry everything is gonna be ready without delay
Oh bae the gown is done for the yay
Let's get married right away
Though he didn't approve the day
Well who cares for his say
When the night is at its blackest and
the moon sneaks behind the clouds,
and the owls began to call, you know
there is no place to hide.
When your brain begins to ponder, certain
things that you have done, and your heart
begins to flutter; while your skin starts growing
bumps, you know that he is near.
Hiding under sheets and blankets, and leaving
all the lights on, and locking all the doors and
windows, will not conceal your fears; for
he knows what you have done.
You try to call someone, but your mobil phone just
won’t turn on, and the gun you hid under your
pillow somehow isn’t there. A cool and pleasant
breeze enters, through a broken window pane.
Will he use a gun or knife you wonder, or will he
put his strong hands round my neck? Perhaps he’ll
use a wooden bat. How did he ever find me after over
twenty years?
Guess I’ll just pretend to be asleep, and hope he doesn’t
make me suffer, like what I did to her.
Payback - for Into The Wood contest
The gate to the path through the wood
A statue on either side stood
Together alone, cast out of stone
They’d love to get up to no good
Boy watching girl and girl watching boy
Maybe they’re longing for x-rated joy
Hmmm, said a fairy, what would they do
If they were alive just like me and you
Her friend waved her wand and each statue blinked
Then into the wood together they slinked
Both fairies followed the path to the clearing
A little unsure of the sounds they were hearing
When they arrived they observed with a frown
The boy statue holding a wood pigeon down
He said get a hold of this little git
Hold it dead still while I s*it on it
7 January 2019
For: Into The Woods
Sponsor: Silent One
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