|Best Poems About / On MURDER
Noise Pollution 1
The scientific efficacy is noisily murdering
The olden household's hushy sibilance
The olden street children's play-scream
The olden vendors' musical sale-phonetics
The olden bullock-cart's running rhythm
The cart-man's 'hi hi
The jhatka's galloping trots
Of and on a cow's 'ammaaaah'
Dawn and dusk the cattle's dusty grazing treads
The rooster's cackle', the crow's' caw-caw'
Squeak, screech of chirping birds
Headed high by white collared eagles
The coherently, agreeably hissing breeze
Etcetera, etcetera all olden
All in melodious harmony neatly audible
With the evincing spherical silence
Everything deafening, deadening
Two, three, four and more wheeled wheeling
Small, big, bigger motoring
Up and down on earth thundering
Sounding smoky machinery nauseating
Multicoloured noisy stink
Murdering, murdering, murdering
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The souls cry out,
From all around.
The souls of the ones,
That had no choice.
The souls of the accidents,
The souls of the mistakes,
The souls of the unborn.
Murdered to protect a figure,
Murdered to protect a mistake,
Murdered to fix an accident,
Murdered to cover up your promiscuity.
Millions upon millions,
Can you hear the tortured screams,
Of the ones without a choice?
Living human beings,
Torn from the womb,
Barbaric, pagan, inhuman, souless,
This custom that we embrace.
Not even dogs,
Or savage beasts,
Are as civilized as man.
10/20/2012 Alton Texas
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A Mysterious Murder
In our society
Murder is everywhere;
Leaving the family
Without a nurturing father
'Cause of a mysterious murder.
I pray for the children,
For the victims of crime,
And for those who seek justice
To heal the unbearable pain
In their wounded hearts
That they may able to forgive.
Although a mysterious murder
Keeps a mad family member
To make a vengence or a revenge,
I wish they may able to cope in life,
To love their enemies though it's hard
And to make God a center in their life.
I wish and pray
A murder mystery
That stains a blood for a lifetime
And that brought many tears to every
Family in the world in the past and today
May be replaced by forgiveness and love.
Alon Calinao Dy
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Murder's Cloak Of Mockery
With dysfunctional affairs of the insecure, they market elusive control.
Few see behind Murder's cloak and ridicule disrespect to maim the soul.
Thinking they're above the law, jesting for ill, their mockery to kill.
Shallow pits of 'unfaithful liars' are promoted with style and thrill.
Ablaze with insults- they ardently tear the soul, limiting Love's intake.
This insane humour insults parody for mockery's venom and Evil's sake.
Devoted to taunting they goad victims to murder, as they're reprieved.
Their constant drip-of-teasing is testing the game of control far eased.
Full of disdain, they boast blasphemy, as if they're better than the rest.
Noted fools 'think themselves wiser than 7-scribes' of Wisdom's zest.
'Abuse of power' sadly reflects a loveless society-, for All Christ bled.
Who can stand against belittling, especially at vulnerable times, to dread?
Hussein made mockery of weaponry inspections, defames, justify his plea.
Isn't beauty of sex, legal mystique, marred with contemptuous mockery?
The gifted 'played-down, ' exposed to mockery, for artificial things given.
Comparisons aren't of truth nor is it masterful for love within living.
Heaven lifts the Faithful to survive-, escaping the wicked buffoonery.
Surrender ALL for the Master's plan, when surrounded by evil scenery.
Adhere to sample of the wise, in multiples of counsel there's safety.
A wise idiom is: there's safety in numbers, for excellence of suavity.
Avoid disdain with relationships wronged, bury the hatchet, live on-.
Futile regrets saps future-Love; best to live singing a grateful song.
Trifle not with offences; pursue Peace and escape sudden catastrophe.
Life's business is to enjoy; you must know that all else is mockery.
Odd that murder is born-of-love, which attains its intensity in murder.
Then again, who can attain peace of understanding without God's order?
Few are wise to run from evil, even of kin, rather they turn to hate.
Mockery is rust corroding all, best to run from wicked jester's fate.
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