Short Hangman Poems

No 
One thanks 
A hangman...

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Fresh reek, Wisteria
Sublime sun casts a umbra
Hanging by a rope...

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It’s not what you put on
  but what you take off

Each trapping a hangman
  —and choking its cost

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)...

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A person who judges another, is at risk of not being forgiven.



Inspired by William Darnell Sr.  My comment on his poem titled “Hangman”....

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The man was dangling, kicking, scared,
His hooded blindness no relief;
The hangman coldly watched him die:
Now one less killer, one less thief....

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Hangman, hangman,
That man is being hung
Stop the atrocity.

Let us hang him,
Since we are all guilty
Unless you're sinless
Accessed in a mortality?
...

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Is God mad?
Hangman rest your noose
Before you hang
Your country out to dry
The blood encrusted turning crimson
We hurt 
From this lack of freedom
Making our choices
Consequential
The lies!...

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Each day another timber
Was set in place.
Letters were spoken,
Read in streets, understood-
Against Jacob's children
Until the gallows were finished.
The builder's own neck
Was fitted with the rope....

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Limerick: Once a hangman tied the proverbial knot

Once a hangman tied the proverbial knot
On a woman who smoked sizzling pot
Tried as he could his best
To take it all in jest:
Smoke in pot rot the knot round the sot.

© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013...

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Yes, I'm talking to you. 
Don't leave me hanging 
Like a shirt on a hook 
Or a man in a game. 
Fill in the blanks; 
Don't make me die. 
I need an answer 
Before I get hung 
And I never learn
What it is you wanted to say. 
Yes, I'm talking to you....

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Everyone’s life is tragic,
but who calls out the score

The Jester or the Hangman,
the Undertaker sure

Everyone’s nights are haunted,
when sleeping with the Muse

Each dream a wanton barter
—your memories to lose

(Haverford Pennsylvania: May, 2020)...

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PRINCE OF SWEET SONGS


"Prince of sweet songs made out of tears and fire......" ( A Ballad of  François Villon:Envoi-A.C. SWINBURNE)





The prince showed up in the terrace

Looked skyward a bird falling down a shooting star

The prince called his lyricist and a hangman...

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Hopeless endless countless lines

Any more hope draw my twines 

Never give up just take a guess

Give a riddle and leave the rest

More structure to watch me struggle 

Another question and leave a scribble 

Now all left is to draw the noose draw me scissors and cut me loose....

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The hangman was ready to chop  head to a thief,
An unbearable heat poured down from heaven
''How lucky you are '' - said the hangman  with  grieve,
" You are saying goodbye to your head and forever.
But, I have to crawl  back  under such red-hot sky."
*
Such a lottery this an unpredictable life!...

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what you see
when you see man?
God? Beast?
Natural soul--
Air, fire, water, 
lump of dirt?
Maker
of the gods,
the laws,
religions,
the devil!
In god's image or
the devil incarnate,
Judge,
Jury and Hangman? 


~08/30/18
~Human Nature in Yalto Form
  contest by Edward Ibeh...

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wretched hangman covered in sin
you turn from my offer and pay me no heed
the taste of your lips brings royal pain
your cold hand on my chest destroys all that is sane

the dawn of your affection brings morning flight
my will is yours to take where you might
and though I be lost I fear not
my love in your grip will forever unite...

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Ode to a pillow

Oh pillow ! Your dexterity astounds me
You bolster the head of the destitute and the deep-pocketed
The hangman and the internee
The blooming and the senescent
The caretaker and the tsar
The analphabetic and the scholar
Yet none could serene sleep savor
Except those with a clear conscience ardor.
           Abdelwaheb Dhaou....

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Drip drop, drip drop
The pitter patter against the window pane
The rickety rack
of the children out back
playing in the rain
and in the dark old dusty house 
a body lay in pain
a hue of color in a room so black
the hint of Rosey must
eyes shut tight
hands at her side
swinging too and fro
and in the darkness of the day
her spirit she let go...

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Twelve accusers hoping
Eleven charges pending
Ten summoners summoning
Nine lawyers proselytizing
Eight defendants screaming
Seven protesters protesting
Six reporters reporting
Five ambulances on call.
Four morticians digging
Three activists sitting
Two clergymen preaching
One hangman salivating
And zero politicians waking
from their dreams....

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Life is like a game of hangman.
     You meet a guy.
      He controls your head.
      Love him longer,
      he holds your hands.
      Not long after, a force brings you closer to him.
     Awhile later,he gets what he wants.
     He finds another victim.
     You create an answer.
     And it's wrong.
    You lost the game.
    Now you're gone....

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I killed her, for if I hadn’t, she would have suffered savage ignominy, dying  by a thousand cuts. The deed done, I uttered a silent prayer for her soul, which was perhaps unprepared for it’s unexpected onward journey into the ethereal domain of love and light. 

predawn light teasing
any last wish, hangman asks
love dove flutters wings

05-August-2021...

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When the dialogue stops 
there will be a royal bleed.

I had not come to the 
terms of slaughter.

Wanted now, to manage 
the anguish incontinent.

Can you find some space in
waiting, for the hangman ?

Footprints and invisible faces.
Somewhere a hope lives in amber.

Trapped light,in wintery dark,
will stop a seed to play the nocturne.


Satish Verma...

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Between the night and day 
I will go-
for an icarian fall.

A commitment to resistance 
was over. I am
melting under the moon.

Hold my hand. A 
dramatic front was ready-
to destroy me.

Celebrating the death 
was an intense mistake. It 
was becoming a practice run-

for the hangman-
to sharpen his skill. There 
was a long row of sinners.


Satish Verma...

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Dreams course through;
Constricting , a noose,
Draining your oxygen dry

Attached to paranoia ;
... Back and forth ,
Eyes twitching with it

Until they catch the wind,
Until the flames are fanned,
the slow acceptance of 'real'

Your pencil draws the line,
Transforming fantasies ;
Shaping the perfect path

no more empty direction;
The rope is severed
You release the Hangman...

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Poisoned apple dangling 
before mine eyes
Are you the royal feast 
before one dies?
Is there a hangman gladly 
lurking by
And crowds to bid  another 
fool goodbye?
Can I just take a little baby 
bite
To quench this thirst about 
to douse my light?
Do you expect in hunger I 
despise
This meal of death 
disguised as paradise?
Should I postpone the day 
my loved ones cry
And live in woe or do I say 
goodbye?...

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