Warrant Poems

Voice To Skull

When you get a FISA Warrant/
For electronic surveillance/
From psychic spies with/
Mind Control with psionic/
And radionic technology/
They first attack you with/
Voice to skull technology/
Which is voices in your head/
Their first objective is to make you/
Appear as a schizophrenic/
Medications will only amplify/
The effects of that technology/
You know you're not schizophrenic/
You know you're a victim/
Of that program because/
You

Cough

The troublesome throaty explosion
For which demanded is handkerchief 
That helps to hinder hell’s diffusion
By the thoughtless simple man or chief…

The oft-followed by a dragged-out gob
The owner sends straight to nearby soil:
What had tried to chesty freedom rob
And a whole day for sufferer spoils…

A scurrying for antibiotics
Or soon, the chest shall be again heaved:
Haphazard gestures of

White Pant Death Warrant

Blood - thirsty Agitators:
Their leader's imitators;
All the wild participants
With their slogans for drunk chants
And they all had pitch - Black pants:
The first thing Black Union grants
White's your doom just transparent,
One's white pant one's Death Warrant!
Thirst for fresh blood inherent,
One's bleeding corpse to parent

We're the Huge Elephants
For no business with crushed ants
What our legs do, too,

A Parenting Tale

***A Parenting Tale***

He must’ve been
Just barely fourteen, but still off as
A ninja filling a pillowcase
   with chocolate on Halloween.
Although through all other days 
   his ken was an avocado green,
That is actually a deep 
   nubby, buttery green.

The older teens, always girls, 
Stood leaning on the fenders of their

Poetry Police License Registration Warrant Slam

Sir,

Hands off that Pen

Can i see your Poetry

License and Registration please

Sorry we have had several complaints

From both critics and reader's

That your Poem's aren't up to scratch

And i tend to agree with them

So unless you want me to come
back with a warrant

Put a lid on it

Find yourself another hobby

One that doesn't involve word's
and thoughts

Otherwise you will

Abortion, Your Death Warrant

Abortion, Your Death Warrant
By: Tom Wright
7/28/99

All Heaven cries out,
breaking the silence of the womb for those unborn.
I'm considered by the foolhardy not yet to be a life,
but who can know if I have thoughts, save God,
or, if in my silence, I ask the question,
shall I be next to die without an earthly life?
Will partial birth

Bench Warrant

it’s colder now
much colder
ice clings to a welcome
few accept
the old couple
is absent
as are their family
of squirrels
a chilled sun peeks
through spindly branches
mocked by icy chimes
a distant church bell weeps
its tone muffled by the snow
it’s colder now
more from emptiness
than frost


John G. Lawless
©11/16/2018

Anxiety, Not a Death Warrant

Anxiety                                                      

Warrant To Arrest

warrant to arrest 


 From the time when your
 Birthday start Friends & family 
 Having fun .....

 You may get many wishes & gifts
 But on the other hand , I will 
 Having fun...

 To stole a part of your happiness to
 Having fun.... 
 
 & Broadcast my petals of dream to

Villanelle: Strike - and You Sign Your Own Death Warrant

Villanelle : Strike ! And you sign your own death warrant !

   for Obama, a swell chap he may have been or may yet be

Strike ! And you sign your own death warrant !
   Wild men’ll come a-gunning avenge their own god
Is that wart on Fa-ling line : Death by shot

Regiments Warrant Results

When you have them in place
Know
Love
Lord

Don'T Need a Bench Warrant

A date is marked on the calendar you see. 
It's an important one of great urgency. 
Not appearing at the court house will be a shame. 
The judge will issue a bench warrant in my name. 
The police can come and haul away my tail. 
His honor has the power to throw me into jail.

Inspired

Public Warrant

Joplin Missouri, May 22, 2011

It came out of the western sky they say
In darkest dark before the morning day
The wind, then rain, then calm, then came the storm
The trees, the cars, the house all in deform
For Joplin and the people of this town
This storm has left them all on shaky ground
For looters who go searching

Serving the Warrant

Serving the warrant
( By S.Jagathsimhan Nair)

Today I cry to this dry dust
Of these paths that silently merge
With the  scalded mud of these huts.
I cry in the name of all men
Who are not home as yet, driving
Trucks or boats or whatever in
Nameless listless wildernesses
Who can’t leave an address while away
But have erred and left one

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