Poetic Justic story poem for Doc Wilde
She had prepared a special dish
a bowl of marinated fish.
And left it for me with a note
This is an exact direct quote.
“ I do hope you enjoy your meal
it’s meant to show you how I feel.
I did not find it to my taste
but would not let it go to waste
I fed it to her favourite cat
I’m very glad now I did that.
The cat wolfed it all down greedily
and then expired speedily.
Her wicked plan had gone awry
Her intention was that I should die
She loved that cat much more than me
I should have died unpleasantly
Now she no longer lives with me
she’s in the penitentiary.
She will be there for quite some time.
Attempted murder is a crime.
I sued and obtained a divorce
.I got the property of course,
the house and everything she owned
Such wickedness can’t be condoned.
I’m free not only that but rich.
She was a spoilt but wealthy bitch.
Her plan backfired drastically
For which I give thanks gratefully
I live alone quite happily
The other guys all envy me
they have to pay alimony
but I got rid of her scott free.
14-Feb-08
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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I planned her demise carefully
I was quite sure that it would be
accepted as an accident.
Which left me looking innocent.
I thought I had made no mistakes
but I made one that’s all it takes.
One single shred of evidence
destroyed my claim to innocence.
I should have sued for a divorce
that would have been the wisest course.
Though it would not have satisfied
the hatred festering inside
Caused by the mental cruelty
to which she had subjected me
So I devised the perfect plan
to rid myself of this woman.
My only thought revenge is sweet.
I truly thought in my conceit
That I would get away Scott free.
But fate had other plans for me.
My home is temporarily
a hospital I am not free.
I can still smile I am content
her punishment is permanent.
I was adjudged incompetent
of forming murderous intent
The lawyer who defended me
convinced the judge successfully.
That though I caused my wifes demise
I was too ill to recognise
That killing her would be a crime.
My mind abnormal at that time.
I have no reason to complain
I know that I am not insane
That very soon the powers that be
will certify my sanity.
Although my plans went all awry.
The price I pay is not too high
At last I am well rid of you.
It was well worth it in my view.
18/07/2009
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Everything Is Going To Be Like My Plan
Duty must be fulfilled
But everything is going to be like my plan
People could lie to me
But everything is going to be like my plan
Pray may be often
But everything is going to be like my plan
Time flies uncontrolled
But everything is going to be like my plan
Destiny may not be cooperated
But everything is going to be like my plan
Other plan may ruin mine
But everything is going to be like my plan
Body is reaching the limit
But everything is going to be like my plan
The will should be strengthened
But everything is going to be like my plan
The anxiety may be doubled
But everything is going to be like my plan
Critics never disappear
But everything is going to be like my plan
Life is unfair
But everything is going to be like my plan
The way seems lost
But everything is going to be like my plan
Regret is gnawing my sense
But everything is going to be like my plan
The goal still far away
But everything is going to be like my plan
The future end may unseen
But everything is going to be like my plan
Source may not be enough
But everything is going to be like my plan
Things always change
But everything is going to be like my plan
Problem keeps occurring
But everything is going to be like my plan
World would laugh
But everything is going to be like my plan
Failure keeps happening
But everything is going to be like my plan
Memories may not help
But everything is going to be like my plan
Luck may test me
But everything is going to be like my plan
Love may not support me
But everything is going to be like my plan
Weather wants to rebel
But everything is going to be like my plan
The form may be different
But everything is going to be like my plan
Hope could fool me
But everything is going to be like my plan
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Set Me Free
There aint no reason why you let me wait
Just give me up and I will go
Lets set it straight
Got a right to who I am
And if I dont fit your plan then set me free
But you refuse to set me free
And you deny me of my needs
You have me under lock and key
Just set me free just set me free
You never cared for what I had to say
Its just because you got to have it all your way
Well I aint no superman
If thats what you demand then set me free
Couldnt you please just set me free
You get your fun just hurting me
If this is how its going to be
Just set me free just set me free
Now I deserve to be as mad as hell because
I just dont get it
I place myself in your hands to fall
But Im not quitting (no)
Feels like the time we spent was going to waste
Sooner or later its goodbye were gonna say
cause you just dont give a damn
So go find some other man and set me free
Just dont refuse to set me free
You cant deny me of my needs
Just turn your head to hear my plea
Just set me free just set me free
Couldnt you please just set me free
You get your fun just hurting me
If this is how its going to be
Just set me free just set me free
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Freedom? (Lies)
You said living meant that I was free
this freedom that you speak off
is false and unreal
freedom to breath tainted air
freedom to live in despair
and freedom to die a death pre-planed
where is this freedom that you speak off?
all lies that appear to be truth
come on tell it to me straight
where not free will never be free
unless you kill yourself
plan your own death
will you be free then?
or was that part of a plan?
don't shove lies down my throat
that are short one grain of truth
who can I trust then?
If im all part of gods plan?
if im just a pawn
what then?
do I keep living
until he strikes me down?
or to go aginst his plan
and die right now?
poem by Alizia Sampson
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Paadise Regained story poem
My deafness is hysterical.
Psychosomatic so they say
They may well be right old pal.
I had to find some legal way.
to escape her whining voice
She’s Catholic and won’t divorce
That leaves me very little choice
for I abhor the use of force.
She nags and moans from morn till night
Her venom never satisfied.
No single thing I do is right.
I have considered suicide
She thinks the doctor’s on her side
and he will find a cure for me.
That leaves me only homicide
but I must plan it carefully.
It must look like an accident
when I am nowhere near the scene.
so that I seem quite innocent.
Some public place I can be seen.
Or better still my therapist.
His evidence impeccable,
he will adamantly insist.
That I could not be culpable.
The deed is done the bitch is dead.
My method I will not reveal.
So I am free no longer wed
I can’t express the joy I feel.
My therapist will clearly state
that I was with him when she died
and that he suspects suicide.
Because of her tense mental state.
His word of course the court respects.
He is an expert after all.
I’m free and clear no one suspects
I engineered her fatal fall.
Her voice is stilled she can’t complain.
She died swiftly and painlessly.
The quack was right I did regain
my hearing rather suddenly.
He claims all credit for success
ascribes it to his therapy
and as he was my star witness.
What can I do except agree?
I have not changed my attitude
though I can hear as well as you
I still enjoy the quietude.
Which I quite often choose to do.
9-Feb-08
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Breakaway
(tom springfield)
The springfields
Breakaway, my heart is cryin'
Breakaway, the time is flyin'
So, i'm gonna tell myself don't sit and mourn
Lookin' sad and so forlorn
Tell myself i'm glad i'm born
Well, i'm gonna breakaway
Breakaway, the breeze is sighin'
Breakaway, the time is flyin'
So, i'm gonna pack a bag and get my coat
Lock my door and leave a note
Take a train or take a boat
Well, i'm gonna breakaway
I'll take me round from town to town
I'll see the friends i knew
I left 'em by the wayside
But i know their hearts are true
I'll give myself a holiday
I need it oh-so bad
And if i find a new love
I'll be glad, glad, glad
Breakaway, my heart is cryin'
Breakaway, the time is flyin'
So, i'm gonna find out what this world can give
While i'm young i'm gonna live
That's my plan, i'm positive
Well, i'm gonna breakaway
I'll take me round from town to town
I'll see the friends i knew
I left 'em by the wayside
But, i know their hearts are true
I'll give myself a holiday
I need it oh-so bad
And if i find a new love
I'll be glad, glad, glad
Breakaway, my heart is cryin'
Breakaway, the time is flyin'
So, i'm gonna find out what this world can give
While i'm young i'm gonna live
That's my plan, i'm positive
Well, i'm gonna breakaway
Gonna breakaway
Gonna breakaway
Breakaway
Breakaway
song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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From Depravity To Fellowship
All Men my dear friend, are born in sin and fall into much depravity,
This sin began with just one man and spread throughout all humanity.
Jeremiah states the heart of man is deceitful and who can know it,
Look at the world my friend, for the history of man clearly shows it.
This wickedness of course is far from Jehovah God's original plan,
For His original intent was to have unfettered fellowship with man.
God who can't look on sin separated Himself from man in The Garden,
Left on his own, man continued to sin and his heart began to harden.
And the longer he was on his own the further he fell from God's plan,
Man became so wicked, that God became grieved that He even made man.
However, man's failure did not deter God from His original intention,
To save all men from their wicked ways He simply provided Redemption.
So it was the same God, who desired fellowship right from the start,
Who sent Jesus to offer Eternal fellowship to every believing heart.
With hearts of wickedness, God's Mercy saves us from what we deserve,
And by God's Grace He has given us what we could never have earned.
Through the death on The Cross of God's Son, Jesus Christ our Lord,
The fellowship that God had intended with man has now been restored.
It's your choice to accept God's Grace, and get what you can't earn,
Or you can refuse God's Gift, His Son, and receive what you deserve.
(Copyright © 04/2003)
She
Bring back that 'hair-down', unguarded mystery
I liked it better when your tightrope walked on me
Board up my window, prepare for a hurricane
You have a way of breaking through my barricade
You give me all-new games to play
You set me soul free
Now every word that she speaks to me is pure gold
She set my soul free
She give me love, give me hope, give me strength to bear my faults for you
Was my intention to take control again?
Somehow you got me on the ropes of my own plan
To turn up the volume and make you dance for me
Release some pressure so that I can turn and see
Spirit manifests as 'She'
You set me soul free (you set my soul free)
Now every word that she speaks to me is pure gold
She set my soul free (she set my soul free)
She give me love, give me hope, give me strength to bear my faults for you
Like a flower
I can see but I can't feel
Oh yeah
And nothing that you do could ever make me run, run away from you
I never knew, I never knew she could
She set my soul free
Now every word that she speaks to me is pure gold
She set my soul free (she set my soul free)
She give me love, give me hope, give me strength to bear my faults for you
song performed by by Live
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Bestest Bet
If i could identify what makes me happy
I am wondering If identifying it
would make me happy?
If happiness is love or money
would mere identification
result in bliss?
No, I would then have
to identify what steps to take
to obtain love's best.
But steps sounds like something I would plan
and planning sounds artificial
and can love come from artifice
or worse manipulation?
Can I manipulate my loved one
into loving me and live happily ever after?
Or should I leave love to random chance
and hope for the best
when so much is at stake?
Should I wait passively
for love to find me?
All of this not so easy.
What of money?
I could plan riches
by training, earning or cheating
the Wall Street Way,
but that obviously can go awry
or even if not
shall I cling to the dollar almighty
and proclaim happiness?
If money did this
then the rich
would be happiest of all;
and clearly they are not.
So what to do here:
talk about second best?
Well, if life is not going to make me happy
it is either I misunderstand what is involved
or I should take the money and the random love;
marrying someone who
is at best a risk
and
50% likely to bring me not happiness
but unhappiness and divorce.
Am I then to cuddle my dollar bills and
unhappy misery;
curse my life as unlucky
or conclude
probably
that my bestest bet
is that
happiness
does not lie
out there
rather
it lies
within
me;
and best to
begin my search there;
asking then
who is the happiest me
I can respect?
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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The Blind Woman
she will tell us
how to live and perhaps
even
how to end our lives
when we have so much
bread to eat
she will say we have to
give them away
because the bread
are meant for the
children
and for all the children
to come
and feed
when we tell her that
we can build a new house
she tells us
it is a waste of time
because we are
too old to
live in it
as though our feet are not
feeling the smoothness
of floors
anymore
as though are hands
are filled with wrinkles
and must not
hold anything soft & fragile
as the wings of the winds
through
the windows that we
still love
there is so much emptiness in us
and they are
still giving us more
and we feel that it is not only her
that wants us to
fade
but all of them
we are getting paranoid
and we are more afraid about all these
we also have the
capacity to rule
and harm
i am angry at all these
and i am not a fool just to submit to all
her own designs and
wishes
i am prepared for the mob
i have stored time within my arms
i have a mind of my own and i can be
as destructive as
a sting about
somewhere & somehow
but i know how to wait
when my patience runneth over
it will be time to show her
who we are
my tongue is a cobra
a bomb
is my mind
and i will be
venomous
and explosive
at the same
time
for a perfect murder
at a perfect time
and may God who is both Loving and
Just
forgive me.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Freedom Now
They throwed him in jail
And they kept him there
Hoping soo hed die
That his body and spirit would waste away
And soon after that his mind
But every day is born a fool
One who thinks that he can rule
One who says tomorrows mine
One who wakes one day to find
The prison doors open the shackles broken
And chaos in the street
Everybody sing were free free free free
Everybody sing were free free free free
Everybody sing were free free free free
They throwed him in jail
And they kept him there
Hoping his memoryd die
That the people forget how he once led
And fought for justice in their lives
But every day is born a man
Who hates what he cant understand
Who thinks the answer is to kill
Who thinks his actions are gods will
And he thinks hes free free free free
Yes he thinks hes free free free free
He thinks hes free free free free
Soon must come the day
Whe the righteous have their way
Unjustly tried are free
And people live in peace I say
Give the man release
Go on and set your conscience free
Right the wrongs you made
Even a fool can have his day
Let us all be free free free free
Let us all be free free free free
Let us all be free free free free
Free our bodies free our minds
Free our hearts
Freedom for everyone
And freedom now
Freedom now
Freedom now
Freedom now
Let us all be free free free free
Let us all be free free free free
Let us all be free free free free
song performed by by Tracy Chapman
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Sonnet: We Work For Others
Why till the soil whose owner is not me,
And waste my time, energy and my sweat?
Can I be sure to taste fruits of my tree,
Or leave it to another tongue and fret?
Why clean the house belonging not to me?
I am a tenant just paying the rent!
Why can’t I live a life more selfishly?
Why can’t I be perhaps independent?
If each one thought in such ways, maybe
We can’t enjoy this kind of luxury!
All things today that we enjoy, you see
Were from forefathers which time did bury.
No one is sure how came his property!
To give to others is God’s liberty!
poem by John Celes
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A Free Meal?
you like free meals
they taste so well
nothing is bitter
everything is sweet
why do you like a free meal?
you save much for yourself.
why do you save much and not
spend anything for yourself?
you are into the vice of misery.
You are the miser storing much
and still beg for more
hence the free meal.
there is no such thing as a free meal
if you only know the real score
you could not have eaten that free meal on the table.
everyday you eat this unnecessary gratitude
tomorrow you shall pay it
with what? your dignity,
even your whole life.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Do You Really Like A Free Meal?
you like free meals
they taste so well
nothing is bitter
everything is sweet
why do you like a free meal?
you save much for yourself.
why do you save much and not
spend anything for yourself?
you are into the vice of misery.
You are the miser storing much
and still beg for more
hence the free meal.
there is no such thing as a free meal
if you only know the real score
you could not have eaten that free meal on the table.
everyday you eat this unnecessary gratitude
tomorrow you shall pay it
with what? your dignity,
even your whole life.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Losing One's Dignity
you like free meals
they taste so well
nothing is bitter
everything is sweet
why do you like a free meal?
you save much for yourself.
why do you save much and not
spend anything for yourself?
you are into the vice of misery.
You are the miser storing much
and still beg for more
hence the free meal.
there is no such thing as a free meal
if you only know the real score
you could not have eaten that free meal on the table.
everyday you eat this unnecessary gratitude
tomorrow you shall pay it
with what? your dignity, even your whole life.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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She's A Bitch
She's a bitch
I once loved her but now I hate her
I once was sad to think of her dying but now I really dont give a shit
because She's a bitch
I can't believe I actually listened to her bullshit
I can't believe I tried to commit suicide over her ass
Shes a bitch
I don't know what I though about her that was so special
Shes a bitch
She will deceive you
She will make you feel loved
Until shes finished with you
Shes a bitch
She despises love
She hates the sound of it
Because shes a cold hearted bitch
What else would you expect
She seemed so perfect
Until her flaws started showing through
She seemed so loving
Until I found out the truth
Shes a bitch
The ones who seem so perfect
Are the ones that you really need to stay away from
Shes a bitch
Even thou shes a bitch
Shes my bitch
and thats the end of it.
poem by Brandi Young
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Do You Care What I've Been Through?
do you hear me when i speak?
do you care what i have to go through?
i question my existance,
from time to time,
wondering if i will be happy,
if there was no me,
it seems like a lovely plan,
because than i have no $h! t,
i'll be free from a life i don't want,
because of everything i've been through,
makes me think of my next move,
because i'm sick of getting nowhere,
and i don't feel you care,
about what i have to do,
but do you give a d@mn?
do you care i'm looking for a reason out?
i may say suicide is never the answer,
but, if it means i don't have to put up with this $h! t,
than let me be,
can't i be free?
i may break alot of hearts,
and i know i'll be my fault,
but, getting rid of this pain,
is where i'm at,
i had enough,
i just want it to end,
but, how?
i'm tiried of working through,
when i don't get far,
money makes people greedy,
would it still be more special,
than my life?
you let me know,
when i am no longer here.
Copyright © 2009
4-16-09
poem by Mona Martinez
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Mexican Divorce
(burt bacharach/bob hilliard)
Its a sin for you to get a mexican divorce
Down below el paso lies juarez
Mexico is different, like a travel folder says
Cross the rio grande and you will find
An old adobe house
Where you leave your past behind
One day married, next day free
Broken hearts for you and me
Takes no time, for you to get
A mexican divorce
As I came into this lonely house last night
I looked at all my windows but I couldnt find one light
I found you on that road to mexico
And now, my love, I beg
Please, oh, please, dont go
One day married, next day free
Broken hearts for you and me
Its a sin for you to get a mexican divorce
Finding love takes so long
Walking out must be wrong
Its a sin for you to get a mexican divorce
One day married, next day free
Broken hearts for you and me
Its a sin for you to get a mexican divorce
song performed by by Ry Cooder
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Socially Left Unchallenged
It's hard to be direct,
When the intention of it
Is not accepted.
Or when minds are still feeding on adolescence.
And comprehension is zero.
With nothing learned as a lesson.
And being direct,
When the intention of it
Is not accepted...
Feeds more of a willingness,
To leave what is witnessed behind.
Why waste time,
With those malfunctioning with dysfunctions...
And conditioned to be socially left unchallenged.
They live to have...
Good luck or no luck.
Saddled with the sad and bad,
With a few bucks to waste and complaints to make.
Nothing done to benefit their mentalities,
Will ever be understood.
Why bother to raise an eyebrow?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Property O My Property
property o my property
i use to be a man fine and witty
no cares in the world full of terimity
untill the heavens fell off my dad was murdered
and i was stranded with his property
property o my property
three flats into one, office, home and land what fun
rentals 6% home appreciation by 10%
money in black some in white
o my friends try and understand my plight
property o my property
some say it's worth 50 crs some say it's less
i use to be a free bird before
god knows how i landed up in this mess
brokers, dalla's, buyers and sellers
i have two houses still i am a lonely dweller
property o my property
what the hell to do with you
buy or sell take or give
now my life is not a life but a hell in which i live
property my property
o my dad's property
property o property o my dad's property
my well wishers say i cannot be trusted
to handle all this and i sure will be busted
so my friends you see my situation is dire
it's time like this that i feel i am walking on fire
property o property my dad's property
poem by Anuj Tikku
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