Short Killers Poems
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When I'm with you,
I want my body
to be at ease.
Like I'm listening
to the Killers.
Calm my mind
with your touch.
The real coward has removed and has turned off my polite comments
On his lying writings, so I published my comment: Evil Killers
A missionary and a serial killer are not that way born.
Both evolved by the environment each experienced and individually came from.
I’d be fair yet tough
N rule the courtroom
With a iron mallet, fist
Saying order in the court
& sentence killers
N others as I see fit
I am dandelion
in a world of weed killers
colour of sunshine
yet despised for being me
with one's seed so prolific
© Harry J Horsman 2020
Human dandelion
in a world of weed killers,
colour of sunshine
yet despised for being me...
or one’s seed so prolific.
© Harry J Horsman 2012
Today’s gone wild,
killers on the fringe
A life to take, its fate to make,
tomorrow—death’s revenge
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
Beautiful
Trees, who cast cool shade
Dangerous
In wind_snow
Unpredictable killers
During storms, fire, ice
Form: Shadorma
Vacant bloodshot eyes
Stare at one spot on the wall
Feeding tubes and scrubs
I should let him die
Mercy killers dropped the ball
So I pull the plug
human fright laughable
Not afraid of God,
but afraid of man
not afraid of Lucifer,
but afraid of killers
not afraid of the future
but afraid of the now
No amount of liquor will
Drown my sorrow
No amount of pain killers
Will ever numb the pain
And no matter how much I smoke
I'll never forget the memories.
no not serial killers that only kill arsonists
but serial killers who kill with fire
do you think they would
want buried
or
Take your time
see what i cremated
Word spread about children of the corn
It's crazy cause lots more were born
More killers, no saint
Face covered with war paint
Causing plenty of families to morn
Always
Believe
Can't
Deceive
Everybody
For
Good
Hah
Inside
Joke
Killers
Like
Me
Never
Offer
Pardons
Questions
Reality
Several
Times
Until
Vengeance
Will
Xray
Your
Zest
Alone, barricaded can disrupt everyone for great, hours instantly jacking killers lives moving near openings, people questioning; resistance, strayed, torn. Universe versus war, x-raying yonder zest.
Wondering why high speed
intrigues me
Like serial killers and horror
movies
Kind and submissive person
Pleased others
But my world isn't here
It's out there
Or closed inside me
Private forever
To choose the greatest abuse is drugs,
Pain killers, cigarettes alcohol in tugs,
Heroin, meth and coke with death plugs,
Horror and demons leave you in shrugs,
Rule book in his tail see how he thugs.
American Bandstand caused dance explosions
fearful grandparents held investigations
jailed killers loved music
nothing on plastic
quitters reverse strategies
underlining victories
wishing X
youngsters’ zest
Saints have third eye
They have seen to The Almighty into themselves !
Killers have third eye
They have seen to the regent of Death into themselves !
Even so , killers are blind !
SANDIP GOSWAMI, INDIA
Pancho Villa, Bonnie & Clyde
Billy the Kid, Green Men in Pants
Killers, Murdurers, Abusers
Criminals on the Run
Glorified by the bully hordes
Reflections of watery graves ~
These Earthly Lords
trumpeting the deportation of Tren de Aragua killers
only one democrat stood up, few even clapped
if congress isn’t united about that
it’s a good thing the president’s not standing pat
frenzied mud dauber
porch railings are no longer
we are the killers
he bores hole in post
angry about the railings
what will they call home
will he sound alarm
will army wasps come to fight
dejected he leaves
Water, dripping,
s...l...o...w...l...y...
All those hunters,
all the evil machines,
that kill,
are moving quickly.
Barely any hope
left for us..
We are alone,
on our own. No
one to save us.
Help us. Save us.
Oh those people what do they see
As they stare through the glass at me
Is he the killer? Could he be?
He needs a place to stay, No! Not with me
Just to be sure He shouldn't be free
That one statement they all did agree
Form:
You killed my life
by your psychologists, hmm, but my life isn't mine
English woman, I loved you, but your psychologists…
That’s why you are sick, mental killers took for dead our love.
Love your psychologists
In the UK.