A Killer Word
Strewn on the ground
were the nouns;
the gerunds
and the active verbs,
along with the Criminal Looks
and Sly Slights.
There was a Wad of Silence
masquerading as 'Quiet Time.'
The Absences were white chalk outlines
and fittingly so-
there was nothing of substance left.
The yellow plastic cord-rope
denoted the murder scene-
'move on' the cop said
'nothing left to here to see.'
You could glimpse the outline
of a person there
face-down in the street;
cut down from childhood
with Withering Stares
and Stab-Words;
Rejecting Gerunds
Shredded Feeling Tones,
Mocking Participles-
Little Murders all of them-
Psychic Evils
marauding Word Killers-
inflicting wounds that bleed-
inside the mind;
blood red emotions
running thick in the street.
Someone calls 911
but they come much too late.
What's really needed is 411
for those who need to know
Psychic Wounds
burrow deep
and eat out
from the inside.
A word is a dangerous thing
to swing
in a crowded room.
You can put someone's
heart out
in the bitter
cold;
where warm hearts
freeze-dry;
shrivel up
and sometimes cynicalize
from Bitter Hate
and then
Word-Murder
somebody else.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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The Word Hate
'Tis a word that's heavily loaded and not a word to under-rate
And they should not be taken lightly those who do use the word hate
In their reference to others those they do claim to dislike
The word hate is like an adder with head raised ready to strike
Hatred can lead to bodily harm or murder or some other serious crime
And it can lead one to confinement to serve years of prison time
Hatred is a thing that's dangerous it can be taken too far
It can lead to acts of terrorism and lead Nations to war
If somebody say to you I hate you and give you looks that seem severe
That person is a person you may have reason to fear
Hatred it can lead one to a serious crime it can be a dangerous thing
And those who act on their hatred shame on themselves do bring
Yes the word hate is a loaded word for hatred can be taken too far
It can lead to terrorism and to murder and it can lead Nations to war.
poem by Francis Duggan
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2 Words
I said two words in your audio cage,
you looked at me like I was a sage.
I’m well aware of all the signs,
I see similarities all the time.
Signs were in the movie that we both viewed,
it had in it my birth state that was the 1st clue.
then the same vehicles we both drive,
that helped me put it together and finally realize.
Then there was the other one who was like you,
you both were the same age,
like your girlfriends too.
But it does not end all here,
my vengeful psychic lied
to me later that year.
Vengeful psychic wanted me,
to move to the place by the sea,
this was all about the year 2003.
Then she said something was up in 2008,
she told me to go to California before it was too late,
she denied that there was another one in this state.
We both know she said 'he is by the sea',
she tried to prevent the meeting of the 'man for me'.
trying to make me believe a false delusional reality,
so much for the my mislead memories,
I can write all about them now in my diaries.
Knowing that one word begins with an 's'
second word has a two letters from the word
'mess'
I don't know if you can guess,
they say this person is the best!
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Sweet and Soft Whispers
I may not be a bit psychic...
But I know it's there.
That love inside you fight.
With a wish I might like it.
No, I may not be a psychic...
But that fragrance you wear is in the air.
You want to give me a chance.
To cuddle up and romance.
I believe you want me alone.
To claim and have me as your own.
You want me close enough to hear...
Those sweet and soft whispers in my ear.
And I may not be a bit psychic.
But I know it is there.
That love inside you fighting to appear.
With a wish that I might like it.
And have it in my arms to hold it near.
Oh...
Your excitement you try to hide.
But I know it's there.
And not that deep inside.
And I just may keep it a secret...
Until you make me aware.
I may not be a psychic...
But I know what you feel,
For me...
Is there!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Visit To Poemville
Come with me now
to visit the town
where all the Poems live.
There we have fine houses
carefully built
with words, verisimilitudes
and verbs;
wide open windows;
poetic friends waving from inside
some shutters are closed-
inhabitants moved on-
deleted.
Our streets
have funny names:
Heart Break and Bitter Regret
Love Lane and Candy Dates;
Shoulda and Coulda Avenue.
I have some verbs in the Infirmary
awaiting Transitivity;
The nouns are in the ICU
real unconformable in there;
lots of feelings in ICU-
good and bad.
There are the Orphaned Poems
where Imagination suddenly departed
leaving them dispirited and inspiration-less
They stare at me from their blank pages.
In our cemetery
are the dead and buried ones-
some poems you loved to death
but they just could not live alone
their Similes Similed-
got watered down too much
and they.
just passed away.
I buried them one by one
with a tiny cry
and goodbye;
maybe I loved them too much.
At the local Bitter Bar
all lined up Cowboy Style
are the One's Gone Wrong.
They drink too much of Stale Gerunds
and their Swaggering Participles
are off-putting to the many,
who walk past the Saloon Doors
where only their heads and feet
show;
no torso seen;
no body in them
to sustain
them as poems.
Some are in re-development
being re-conceived;
others are beyond rehabilitation;
not dead,
not alive
yet they sit on my desk
starring straight ahead;
nothing to say.
But here now
is the hospital
perhaps our happiest place.
Inside
new Baby Poems
being born'
their Baby Grammar
just starting.
As I write their first lines
I hear myself giggle.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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There Is No Such Thing As A Meaningless Poem
there is no such thing
as a word without meaning
each word has a shadow
it has its own moon
and marsh
each sigh calls for a word
to give it a sound that you can hear
inside your heart
each moan has a memory beside it
warm and
so gentle
each touch is a syllable that you
keep in silence
as a treasure inside your skin
hence there is no such thing
as a poem without meaning at all
there is always a body
a hand
at night there is always a whisper
a love call
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sonnet: Words Can Wound
Wounds of the flesh and of skin do occur;
Bruises and lacerations can recur;
By intervention or on own, they heal;
Wounds of the human heart are tough to deal.
But wounds that words may produce in one’s mind,
Cannot heal early, we always do find;
The boneless tongue is the reason behind;
Good or bad words costs alike and they bind.
’Tis wise always avoiding the bad word,
That can wound much more than the sharpest sword,
To cause non-healing wounds in any man;
Trouble among nations and men, they fan.
So, hesitate to use the wounding word,
To use the soothing word, men can afford.
poem by John Celes
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2 Words
I said 2 words in your audio cage,
you looked at me like I was a sage.
I'm well aware of all the signs,
I see similarities all the time.
Signs were in the movie that we both viewed,
it had in it my birth state that was the 1st clue.
then the same vehicles we both drive,
that helped me put it together and finally realize.
Then there was the other one who was like you,
you both were the same age,
like your girlfriends too.
But it does not end all here,
my vengeful psychic lied
to me later that year.
Vengeful psychic wanted me,
to move to the place by the sea,
this was all about the year 2003.
Then she said something was up in 2008,
she told me to go to California before it was too late,
she denied that there was another one in this state.
We both know she said 'he is by the sea',
she tried to prevent the meeting of the 'man for me'.
trying to make me believe a false delusional reality,
so much for the my mislead memories,
I can write all about them now in my diaries.
Knowing that one word begins with an 's'
second word has a 2 letters from the word
'mess'
I don't know if you can guess,
they say this person is the best.
Written on 1/26/2011 by Suzae Chevalier
Copyright 2011 Chevalier Originals, Inc.
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Knife
Slit and
Slither knife
Penetrate in phallic push
To perforate the pulse of tissues in the flesh
Slice a vein to drain the unsuspecting victim
E’er they bleed and plea
Their scream
Of death
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Murders In The Rue Morgue
I remember it as plain as day
although it happened in the dark of the night.
I was strolling through the streets of Paris
and it was cold it was starting to rain.
And then I heard a piercing scream
and I rushed to the scene of the crime
but all I found was the butchered remains
of two girls lay side by side.
Murders in the Rue Morgue
someone call the Gendarmes
Murders in the Rue Morgue
run before the killers go free
There's some people coming down the street
at last there's someone heard my call
I can't understand why they're pointing at me
I never done nothing at all.
But I must have got some blood on my hands
because everyone's shouting at me
I can't speak French so I couldn't explain
and like a fool I started running away.
Murders in the Rue Morgue
someone call the Gendarmes
Murders in the Rue Morgue
am I ever gonna be free.
And now I've gotta get away from the arms of the law.
All France is looking for me.
I've gotta find my way across the border for sure
down the south to Italy.
Murders in the Rue Morgue
someone call the Gendarmes
Murders in the Rue Morgue
I'm never going home.
Well I made it to the border at last
But I can't erase the scene from my mind
Anytime somebody stares at me, well
I just start running blind
Well I'm moving through the shadows at night
Away from the staring eyes
Any day they'll be looking for me
'Cause I know I show the signs of...
Murders in the Rue Morgue
running from the Gendarmes
Murders in the Rue Morgue
running from the arms of the law
Murders in the Rue Morgue
running from the Gendarmes
Murders in the Rue Morgue
am I ever gonna be free
It took so long and I'm getting so tired
I'm running out of places to hide
Should I return to the scene of the crime
Where the two young victims died
If I could go to somebody for help
It'd get me out of trouble for sure
But I know that it's on my mind
That my doctor said I've done it before.
Murders in the Rue Morgue
they're never gonna find me
Murders in the Rue Morgue
I'm never going home.
song performed by by In Flames
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Broken Verbs and Writers Block
I coddle these Broken Verbs
hold them to light
to see if they will move me
beyond this adjectival, noun less state.
I am all Metaphor and Simile
swimming in Transitivity;
in my Pluperfectness.
My Gerunds
and Participles dangle
my Clauses fragment;
when I speak
I know only Dark Words
and Raven Poems.
Today I am tense;
less.
My Grammar is broken
my etiology's vague
and my words
have different and even
contradictory meanings.
I am reading the dictionary-
definition of Happiness;
it is confusing;
and depressing.
Look it up you will see.
So here now
I construct
Ist person sentences
to be
a step beyond
what Grammar I am today.
And each time I get
to the very last Clause
and the Period end
of the day.
Relieved.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Another Person
Another person died
Murder murder
A mother had cried
They sent her baby to the burner
There's no way to hide
This genocide is eternal
I would've been lying if I had said it never hurts
Open your eyes
Another person in a box
Blood flooded the streets like jealousy on the block
Outlines in chalk in every place you try and walk
Say it's out of control
A close community now bitter and cold
And wasn't hip to packing weapons but the fear made them bold
Corrupt cops in the streets
Activists get the heat
Anyone who speaks against this ended up being decease
As if the people could escape but rather stay in the grief
But see the truth is everyone is trying to eat
Can't be at peace with people trying to pull you down
Like they've made a mistake for trying to play on even ground
Made to think they we're meant to be out casted and inferior
And some know the truth but other people rarely hear them
poem by Dexsta Ray
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Premeditation
Oh blade you'll warm tonight!
Awash in crimson-purple flows,
Your sheen will dull with aching flesh:
Palpating anatomic mounds
Caressing, dancing, writhing round
Your metal form-
Whetted ‘gainst a lonely bone,
Then to probe the pounding, begging heart.
And all the while the prey will howl
Before they crumple; greet the mud-
A taut and unbelieving jowl
Will open out for giving blood-
A vent from down below,
Once a brutal show
Of metal in the man.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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This Is Me
How can you just say that you love me yet to leave you alone
You said these walls were here to protect us, but it's still not a home
All these questions that are burning inside with answers I'll never know
'Cause you're the only one who knows how you feel, but you're not letting me know
What is it, love
Can I help you
I see where this has gone and what it's coming to
I look to you
Enough
Chorus:
I can't believe this is me
Where I can touch and not feel you
I feel I'm lost in a dream
Between what is and what seems
Having to face not to need you
You know you owe it to me
How can you think we don't need you
I'm tired of running away from my fear and the day
That our life has no meaning
Without a word or a reason
Like a coward, you're leaving
Sitting here inside an empty room that was filled with us
Only boxes to define what was left of what we used to call love
It's sad that after all of this time, you have nothing to say
Ooh, and the only thing that you could've done, you choose to walk away
I'm thankful, love
I don't hate you
'Cause I'd rather live and know than what you put me through
I needed you
Somehow
I can't believe this is me
Where I can touch and not feel you
I feel I'm lost in a dream
Between what is and what seems
Having to face not to need you
How could you do this to me
How could you think we don't need you
I'm tired of running away from the fear and the day
That our life has no meaning
Without a word or a reason
Like a coward, you're leaving
I can't believe this is me
I wasn't wont to believe you
I feel I'm lost in a dream
Between what is and what seems
Having to face not to need you
How could you do this to me
How could you think we don't need you
I'm tired of running away from my fear of the day
That our life has no meaning
Without a word or a reason
Like a coward, you're leaving
song performed by by Jennifer Lopez
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Murders In The Rue Morgue
I remember it as plain as day
Although it happened in the dark of the night.
I was strolling through the streets of paris
And it was cold it was starting to rain.
And then I heard a piercing scream
And I rushed to the scene of the crime
But all I found was the butchered remains
Of two girls lay side by side.
Murders in the rue morgue
Someone call the gendarmes
Murders in the rue morgue
Run before the killers go free
Theres some people coming down the street
At last theres someone heard my call
I cant understand why theyre pointing at me
I never done nothing at all.
But I must have got some blood on my hands
Because everyones shouting at me
I cant speak french so I couldnt explain
And like a fool I started running away.
Murders in the rue morgue
Someone call the gendarmes
Murders in the rue morgue
Am I ever gonna be free.
And now Ive gotta get away from the arms of the law.
All france is looking for me.
Ive gotta find my way across the border for sure
Down the south to italy.
Murders in the rue morgue
Someone call the gendarmes
Murders in the rue morgue
Im never going home.
Well I made it to the border at last
But I cant erase the scene from my mind
Anytime somebody stares at me, well
I just start running blind
Well Im moving through the shadows at night
Away from the staring eyes
Any day theyll be looking for me
cause I know I show the signs of...
Murders in the rue morgue
Running from the gendarmes
Murders in the rue morgue
Running from the arms of the law
Murders in the rue morgue
Running from the gendarmes
Murders in the rue morgue
Am I ever gonna be free
It took so long and Im getting so tired
Im running out of places to hide
Should I return to the scene of the crime
Where the two young victims died
If I could go to somebody for help
Itd get me out of trouble for sure
But I know that its on my mind
That my doctor said Ive done it before.
Murders in the rue morgue
Theyre never gonna find me
Murders in the rue morgue
Im never going home.
song performed by by Iron Maiden
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Remorse
That scathing word I used in scorn
(Though half a century ago)
Comes back to me this April morn,
Like boomerang to work me woe;
Comes back to me with bitter blame
(Though apple boughs are blossoming),
And oh! the anguish of my shame
Is sharper than a serpent's sting!
Age sensitizes us to pain,
And when remembrance of some word
We spoke in wrath return again,
It stab is like a driven sword. . . .
And if in some celestial span
Our hearts in penitence may bleed
For all the hurt we've done to man -
Ah, that would be a hell indeed!
So friends, be careful of your words,
Though other breasts may meet their steel,
Lest they return like vengeful swords,
Till yours the wounds that never heal,
For Age the heart to mercy mellows;
Foul memories haunt like evil elves:
let us be gentle to our fellows,
And win God's mercy for ourselves.
poem by Robert William Service
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My Baby Left Me
(words & music by arthur crudup)
Yes my baby left me,
Never said a word.
Was it something I done,
Something that she heard?
My baby left me,
My baby left me.
My baby even left me,
Never said a word.
Now I stand at my window,
Wring my hands and cry.
I hate to lose that woman,
Hate to say goodbye.
You know she left me,
Yes, she left me.
My baby even left me,
Never said a word.
Baby, one of these mornings,
Lord, it wont be long,
Youll look for me and,
Baby, and daddy hell be gone.
You know you left me,
You know you left me.
My baby even left me,
Never said a word.
Now, I stand at my window,
Wring my hands and moan.
All I know is that
The one I love is gone.
My baby left me,
You know she left me.
My baby even left me,
Never said a word.
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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I Like To Think That All These Are But A Game Of Words
that is the impression from the beginning
when i started to scribble
word, and more words, i assured her that they do not
mean anything at all just
words, and words and more words
that even a sunflower wilting and spreading all the seed on her feet
are nothing too but words and more words
nothing to grow nothing to expect like a sprouting something
thus my loneliness, i again assure here, is nothing but a word
my way of taking solitude on the other side to save myself
is another word, and she of course, did not believe me saying
there is more to these words, there is fire in them and i see you burning
there is the sun inside them and the letters glow and the
there is smoke rising from the heads of vowels
from the nonspeaking consonants
i keep hiding the flowers
i bury those that are alive in the silence of my pretensions
until one day she grips me like she is a knife wanting to stab me
and then she stabbed me right in my throat and there i bleed
words, words, and more words coming from the slit
bloody words, and she was convinced, until death, ... and then i vanish.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Retire
You watch and know
Unspoken not forgotten
As one we've grown
And sometimes soft,
So soft could penetrate a rock
You know we
Got to make it
See to it, straight through it
Got to find it, we see in you
The word on the street is not the same as it
used to be
(Will you still know me when I'm gone)
The word on the street is strong and it surrounds me
(Will you still hate me if I'm strong)
And what's in store
Get into character for
Allegiance sworn
A sufface aquisition
Maybe an allusion, together still
Our selfish route together
Not taken by another
No shoes to fill
The steps that we're taken are not to be mistaken and
yeah there's fear
but waken to get up to find maybe it's better
to spin the gear
Got to make it, see to it, straight through it
Got to find it, we see in you
The word on the street is not the same as it
used to be
(Will you still hate me when I'm gone)
The word on the street is strong and it surrounds me
(Will you still hate me if I'm strong)
The word on the street is strong, speaks for
itself, belongs to no one else
(WIll you still know me when I'm gone)
And I'm calling on all of you, we've paid our dues
(Will you still hate me if I'm strong)
song performed by by 1208
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The Parting Hour
Not yet, dear love, not yet: the sun is high;
You said last night, 'At sunset I will go.'
Come to the garden, where when blossoms die
No word is spoken; it is better so:
Ah! bitter word 'Farewell.'
Hark! how the birds sing sunny songs of spring!
Soon they will build, and work will silence them;
So we grow less light-hearted as years bring
Life's grave responsibilities - and then
The bitter word 'Farewell.'
The violets fret to fragrance 'neath your feet,
Heaven's gold sunlight dreams aslant your hair:
No flower for me! your mouth is far more sweet.
O, let my lips forget, while lingering there,
Love's bitter word 'Farewell.'
Sunset already! have we sat so long?
The parting hour, and so much left unsaid!
The garden has grown silent - void of song,
Our sorrow shakes us with a sudden dread!
Ah! bitter word 'Farewell.'
poem by Olive Custance
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Flutter
word by word
she spoke to me
hidden neath a mess of bygone linnen
she listens as to dry a thousand tongues
my love is thin and thinning
some cherised flower
flutters through
gentleborn beloved you
kindness always
kindness always
i hear the sound
the sound she's left me
i stood her ground
no
they've swayed me
i hear the sound
the sound she's left me
i stood her ground
i hear the sound
the sound she's left me
wrapped tight
inside your shawl
we wander round this dingy hall
softly spoken
shaken tree
the ash grove we come to be
the blood run
the blood run away
from arm and leg to a warm heart
all our colors agree
in the dark
but no man lives upon that land
far enough for us to see
i hear your voice yeah
in the hum of this machine
i hear the sound
the sound you've left me
i stood her ground
i hear the sound
the sound she's left me
song performed by by 16 Horsepower
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