Messengers should be neither beheaded nor hanged.
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Messengers should neither be headed nor hanged.
Those Then Who Had Nothing
Not only were they given the keys and the tools,
With delivered messengers...
Giving them the answers to the prayers,
They...
With absolutely nothing but their biases,
Turned their backs away.
Not one of the messengers drove a Mercedes.
Not one was wearing a tailored silk suit.
Not one of the messengers had been a social butterfly.
And not one had a Doctorate's degree to be declared...
Worthy of giving attention.
So,
The messengers were sent away.
And today,
Those then who had nothing...
Have a lot less!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When the wind started blowing in the afternoon
When the wind started blowing in the afternoon,
some African red-knobbed coots rose in a screaming row,
while the sun hanged over the water red like fire
and the twilight only lasted moments
while they flew past with slapping wings,
when the wind started blowing in the afternoon,
I felt a light breeze blowing against my cheek,
there was serenity and peace that came to me
while the sun hanged over the water red like fire,
there was a kind of bliss in nature
when dappled Egyptian goose also tried to avoid me,
when the wind started blowing in the afternoon,
I was caught by the sheer beauty,
I heard the call of birds cutting through the reeds,
while the sun hanged over the water red like fire
while the sky was darker and no more azure,
while ducks glide magically through the water,
when the wind started blowing in the afternoon,
the sun hanged over the water red like fire.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Ballade of the hours of night
Our love had bloomed fully
when naked you came to me
with a small towel covering you,
when it fell from your body
and your eyes caught mine glittering,
when silence hanged luring between us.
There was a kind of hunger and thirst in me,
when your lips found mine,
with your hair braiding through my fingers
when the alarm slowly counted the time
and we both were longing for something eternal,
when silence hanged luring between us.
Like falling rain was the smell of us both
on the big old fluffy blanket
with your legs and arms crossed over me,
when my heartbeats sounded in my ears,
and there was a much deeper more intense urge
when silence hanged luring between us.
poem by Gert Strydom
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VALE RONALD RYAN (Febuary 1976)
Ronald Ryan was the last person hanged in Victoria.
Shortly after hanging was abolished in Australia.
The barbarism of the procedure,
worse than any Greek tragedy.
No, this wasn't theatre,
this was murder!
We hanged a man to satisfy
a drunken premier's whim.
Therefore the sin of omission
rests with him;
Not the man who pulled the lever.
poem by Jerry Hughes
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But how would the economy be able to raise the head, while it was beheaded?
aphorism by Hasier Agirre, translated by Dan Costinaş
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Charlotte Corday
For murder in death by guillotine she had to pay
The legendary woman Charlotte Corday
With a knife she stabbed to death Jean Paul Marat
Whilst he was relaxing alone in his bath,
Jean Paul Marat was one who was not free of taint
A power hungry fellow he was far from a saint
I killed one person to save thousands at her trial she did say
She lives on in legend brave Charlotte Corday
Though it did have it's legends and figures of romance
Not a good Land to live in eighteenth century France
Charlotte Corday was beheaded for murder by knife
Though one can say she did not have a fair go in life
Beheaded in her mid twenties and in her life's prime
But her legend lives on through the centuries of time.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Exe
there were pictures on the faces
pictures words clear on faces vague
they let them let hang like birds wet
pinned on the wire to dry they hanged them
each edge bridge thought
the water was a suicidal thing
but it was the what they hanged
already dead drip dropp dripping
crossing cursed scar scanned x rayed
through evil hands of time
into a sound beautiful caress
hugged and kissed comforted alive
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Tower of London
Kings and Queens beheaded here
Beefeaters patrol.
quote by by Ernestine Northover
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It Nods and Curtseys and Recovers
It nods and curtseys and recovers
When the wind blows above,
The nettle on the graves of lovers
That hanged themselves for love.
The nettle nods, the wind blows over,
The man, he does not move,
The lover of the grave, the lover
That hanged himself for love.
poem by Alfred Edward Housman
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Letter to Satan
You Satan
In whose blood do you swear?
Whose bloody hand do you wear?
You Satan
The World cries
Your cold, sadistic teeth sink so deep
Carcasses lie in battle fields, eyes hauntingly sunk so deep.
The World cries.
Your Messengers
In pinstriped suits, cut deals of greed and death
The valleys, plains, stink with death!
Yours Messengers
God sees you
His time is here, your teeth in hell you'll grind
The numbers are counting; wages shall be paid in kind
God sees you!
poem by Charles Jagongo Ogola
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I don't really know what is shocking. When you tell the story of a man who is beheaded, you have to show how they cut off his head. If you don't, it's like telling a dirty joke and leaving out the punch line.
quote by Roman Polanski
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After that his Majesty was beheaded, the Parliament for some years effected nothing either for the publick peace or tranquillity of the nation, or settling religion as they had formerly promised.
quote by William Lilly
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Lully, Lulley
Lully, lulley, lully, lulley,
The faucon hath borne my make away.
He bare him up, he bare him down,
He bare him into an orchard brown.
In that orchard there was an halle
That hanged with purpill and pall.
And in that hall there was a bede;
It was hanged with gold so rede.
And in that bed there lithe a knight,
His woundes bleding day and night.
By that bede side kneleth a may,
And she wepeth both night and day.
And by that bede side there stondeth a stone,
Corpus Christi wreten there on.
poem by Anonymous Americas
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I was condemned to be beheaded, or burnt, as the king pleased; and he was graciously pleased, from the great remains of his love, to choose the mildest sentence.
quote by Sarah Fielding
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Two messengers covered with dust come to bid me fly, but I wait for him.
quote by Dolley Madison
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Gospel artists are messengers; they are vessels of a message.
quote by Boris Kodjoe
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Think of yourself as an incandescent power, illuminated and perhaps forever talked to by God and his messengers.
quote by Brenda Ueland
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