Ransom Poems - Poems about Ransom

A King's Ransom We'd Spent

     Went to school, got good grades
         a decent lawyer, I made

     Met a girl, saved some dough 
        She was my bride, I her beaux

     Three little

Fake Ransom

I can't believe
Someone deceive
To be captive.

A King’s Ransom

What is the gift in your life
Is it your husband or wife
Is it your children, your lover, your pet
The notion of someone you haven’t met yet 

Is it the door that you shut on the havoc
The sanctity of your four walls
Relaxing with something with lemon and ice
The chatter when family calls 

What is the essence

Ransom notes

The phrophets have ordered disdained execution of phrophecy 
A cleansing
Chaos to order
Death and birth
One in the same
Crinkling elder writings 
Static in sound
In vibration
The center
In the eye that weaves 
At the edge
On one leg
Teetering 
Balance of none
A storm
In the midst
Winds of change 
Heavy
Shivering and teetering 
Wobbling and shaking 
The weave
Such a fine 
Slippery line
Yet 
Perfectly 
Symmetrical

Ransom of Souls

Politicians do favors for a bribe

Priests grant forgiveness for pay

Doctors will heal if money is real

God sees all of their deals

Hostages For Ransom

They were wasting the hostages,
This deftly handling in stages;
Thirty minutes another one slew,
Nor bothered they would soon be few...

For the beauty of Twelve Million;
They're not asking for A Trillion.
Twelve fine girls,nine boys handsome
And only Eight left for ransom
Captor tells captives "I love you!
Just that parents do not facts chew;
Like I do kola and bitter pill...
For

On the Run

Nigerians are on the run
Refugees in search of Asylum 
No more sweetness in their fatherland
Their dreams have crumbled 

The giant of Africa is in shambles
With hope of her youth buried under the rubbles of
Man made insurgency
Banditry and insane killings

Evil holds sway everywhere 
While goodness scamper to safety 
Succor for the needy 
Has been looted by

Abduction Trail

Thya thya thya
Ghaat laga k thya
Zoor laga k hya
Bap bara na bhaya
Sab say bara rupaya
Paar laga do naya
Thya thya thya.

Made the Ransom Gave-

The price is paid yet never made the ransom gave 



7/14/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.© 2020

Plain Words

God’s Word is a mirror, strong proof,
a basic, factual tool which can typify mankind.

Archaic illustration from this book…
abduction, untruths, conniving and killing.
Individual, loyal to God for a long span
abruptly drops control, turning corrupt.

King David was that man with a mind for God
How did such disloyalty occur?

First a craving for that which was not his own
having

A Ransom Paid By Christ

God was making provisions for a Messiah.
The Father’s plan had already been laid.
And only His Son could cancel our debt.
There was a ransom to be paid.

God sent Jesus for those who live today, 
as well as for those who came before.
The selfless, loving gift Christ offered 
succeeded in opening a heavenly door.

Jesus was the sinless

Unfair Ransom

Quiescent body but a flying mind
Crave the peak, alas feet paralyzed 
Damned days darker than night
Scratch my soul sharper than knives
Burning from inside, outside only ice
Wrathful wounds with sanguinary eyes
Besieged with a legion of harms
But who fights with fragmented arms?
Crestfallen eagles surrendered to the wind
Cannot soar with broken wings
Here nightingales hunt, eagles sing
The frozen root

Ransom

"Ransom"




Held to ransom 
words inject your mind
pierce your skin
drawn backwards 
you transcend, 
you look within
a bloodied mind
the numbness melts
inconsequential ignobles
and dreary misfortune
a polar ice cap 
lying cold on stony heart
rescinds


Blue blood bleeds Red
Mystery Girl
Implodes your heart 
Reconnaissance transforms
on a dead even plateau
transfigures a
bipedal 
head
becomes
eight legs
Tarantula reaching 
You are sitting in your seat of power
Throne of

Drak Ransom

Hope trumped last…
  a prisoner of death

A final capitulation
  —devil’s ransom beset

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

Ransom Note

RANSOM NOTE

A stark white note left on the front door,
Bright red droplets of blood on the floor,
Dear God, let my niece and child be alive,
Please, please let them survive!	
I am told do not to call in the police,	
Lest they take revenge and their patience cease,
But I have no option, I must,
True story of this kidnap

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