It takes your money and robs you of time,
Chimes for attention, and rings with crime.
Your give it the power to mold and control
Unending hours, absorbed by its hold.
An instant response is expected, demanded.
Heeded is good but delayed? Reprimanded!
All in-person prowess becomes diminished.
Face to face talking so rarely gets finished.
A bully’s bat and a hacker’s treasure
Anonymity’s cover and popularity's measure.
The catfish pool where deceivers swim
And ransoms demanded at every whim.
Larceny’s tool for the unsuspecting,
Innocent calls for fund redirecting.
Our sense of purity known implicitly,
Is replaced with images shown explicitly.
It was made for our good, but buyer beware
There are dangers galore lurking there.
Be not deceived, what you hold is quite sinister
That cell phone of yours is a devious minister.
Categories:
ransoms, bullying, confusion, corruption, culture,
Form: Didactic
I see him working like a horse or bull or donkey or buffalo; never resting peacefully even to swallow a mouthful of the meal and as though has time to just ruminate; hurrying yet consulting his physician every two days; gulping his medicines while walking and running, and pulling himself on as though there’s nothing else worth in life than his relentless labor…
diamonds, rubies
dearest ransoms for his lifetime fortunes
dead cockroaches
Categories:
ransoms, vanity,
Form: Haibun
Lord of love, on this day with blood did buy
this chance for all to rise from ransoms paid.
With forgiving grace that must not ever die,
whose sacrifice laid bare with shame, betrayed.
Rare, as spring's new life in immortal bloom,
you cast the bounds drawn cold by grave and stone.
Death yields its pious prey from tears and tomb.
At last, forever, we are not alone.
Glory for eternity, your light defines
joy resurrected in the souls of men.
Lifting hearts towards peace sensed so sublime
to bring all, as one, home to God again.
Forgive the agony we have put you through
and hear only love when we speak of you.
Rising Son Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke
04/04/2019
Categories:
ransoms, easter, inspirational, prayer, religious,
Form: Sonnet
Wearily I walk this rutted road
Knowing this life led yet is mine
Due is all ransoms for my soul
To every witness I leave behind
Lift my heart to spare no love
To be a light for shadows cast
I draw my strength from God above
With hope that seeks the will to last
Categories:
ransoms, inspiration, journey, prayer, spiritual,
Form: Rhyme
I can hear the wicked shots rangin',
Hood stars on the avenues hangin',
You hear the sounds of the ghetto
and loose change in B.U.Ms[brothers under madness]
metal cups clangin',
That poverty noise is 1 of the hood anthems,
Bailbondsmen collectin' hood ransoms,
and crooked police we can't stand'em,
And we're fed up with continuous violence,
All the dark clothes reunions
Too many moments of silence,
And R.I.Ps are another ghetto sound,
It doesn't matter if you're
Red,Black,White,Yellow,Brown,
We need to put the metal down,
The penitentiaries call some in elementary,
They don't know at a young age & eventually,
End up locked down where jailed sinners be,
I've been a witness to many gun tunes,
They're gettin' shot on the spot
No more meetin' up at high noon,
Death hits the community like a typhoon,
The devil's the evil artist to start this,
He has them tryin' to prove
whose hood is the hardest,
While innocent bystanders
are like movin' targets,
So I shed a tear for some better years,
This world is cursed
So I write a verse for every hearse
until my ears & my head is clear.
Categories:
ransoms, hip hop, poetry, spoken
Form: Rhyme
Hoard healthy highs
End etch enough
Add apt apply
Roam rivers rough
Trendy true tries
Hope hurls healing
Etch earns ending
Art aims asking
Reap real risking
Trust truth tasking
Help hurting hires
Embrace empty
Apt art aspires
Relieve rowdy
Toilsome touch tires
Hoist heavy hounds
End each explore
Art airs astound
Risk ripe restore
Trip tipsy town
Harsh hurting heat
Endow entreat
Applause appliqué
Reach rich repeats
Toss tasty treats
Hoist heavy heart
Empty e-mail
Amaze apart
Rouse ransoms rail
Taste tension tart
Hide harsh humour
Ends empower
Art aims armour
Rude rhymes rumour
Trim trash tumour
Leon Enriquez
02 May 2014
Singapore
Categories:
ransoms, allusion,
Form: Alliteration
I knew a wayward man;
His eyes shadowed with defeat.
His sunken lips and hollow cheeks,
mapping his journey.
He cannot reach, nor walk a step,
his will has met it's match.
Lost to his own deceit,
to liars and ransoms!
His life disguised by tainted thoughts,
and to his world he let.
A barrower, a beggar, a thief,
he challenges for an allotted fee.
His knees buckle!
His weighted heart!
A dirty dollar, a euro, a yen,
it fits the same in pockets of men.
The soles of his feet burn,
the scortched path before him, is churned.
Categories:
ransoms, introspection, life,
Form: Free verse
Remove disturbing lines from the real life,
Drawn by anti peace human beings,
Who like wars and brutality,
Because these lines are disturbing,
Peaceful human beings,
Who likes peace and love….
To make this world,
A place of love and peace,
Where everyone have equal rights to live,
Where no wars and no weapons,
No hates and no jealousies,
Where no murders and no ransoms,
No boundaries and no worries,
So, add your drop of thirst for peace,
In the ocean of peace and love…..
May be your drop of thirst,
For the peace and love,
May give us a new morning,
A new morning,
To change the world,
And the humanity of human beings,
May become alive,
And they think for the peace and love,
And your thirst of peace,
May won the hearts of all humanity……
Categories:
ransoms, peacepeace, peace,
Form: Light Verse