Murder Poems

I am not yet born; O hear me.
Let not the bloodsucking bat or the rat or the stoat or the
club-footed ghoul come near me.
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there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average
human being to supply any given army on any given day

and the best at murder are those who preach against it
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The world is full of women
who'd tell me I should be ashamed of myself
if they had the chance. Quit dancing.
Get some self-respect
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Ongoing the 21st century's free style massacre
The horrible morning has started there in Myanmar,
Satan is tormented by theses and has come down
To learn the massacring styles in special gown,
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Never until the mankind making
Bird beast and flower
Fathering and all humbling darkness
Tells with silence the last light breaking
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Part One


The power of charity sows deep in my heart, and I reap and gather the wheat in bundles and give them to the hungry.
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They should not have left him there alone,
Alone that is except for the cat.
He was only nine, not old enough
To be left alone in a basement flat,
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Then one of the judges of the city stood forth and said, "Speak to us of Crime and Punishment."

And he answered saying:
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What civilization you do draw, man!
Enlightening some too little candles,
Beneath centuries' deep darkness is seen
Which is engulfing your own existence;
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With promise of job,
he lured her into a cane field.
His gentleness a veil of sanity.
Lurking in his mind,
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Help for a patriot distressed, a spotless spirit hurt,
Help for an honourable clan sore trampled in the dirt!
From Queenstown Bay to Donegal, O listen to my song,
The honourable gentlemen have suffered grievous wrong.
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Oh sharp diamond, my mother!
I could not count the cost
of all your faces, your moods-
that present that I lost.
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A green and silent spot, amid the hills,
A small and silent dell ! O'er stiller place
No singing sky-lark ever poised himself.
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arrive. The Ladies from the Ladies' Betterment League
Arrive in the afternoon, the late light slanting
In diluted gold bars across the boulevard brag
Of proud, seamed faces with mercy and murder hinting
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Mark but this flea, and mark in this,
How little that which thou deny'st me is;
It sucked me first, and now sucks thee,
And in this flea, our two bloods mingled be;
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The darkness crumbles away
It is the same old druid Time as ever,
Only a live thing leaps my hand,
A queer sardonic rat,
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Of asphodel, that greeny flower,
like a buttercup
upon its branching stem-
save that it's green and wooden-
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On Hellespont, guilty of true-love's blood,
In view and opposite two cities stood,
Sea-borderers, disjoined by Neptune's might;
The one Abydos, the other Sestos hight.
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Tsars, Kings, Emperors,
sovereigns of all the earth,
have commanded many a parade,
but they could not command humor.
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Kill me,
Jump Me,
End my life like I care,
Take this gun and shoot me,
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There was no sound of the blast, because the murder was very clear, a poet did not fall under any depression,
he was not a victim of any discord, he had taken care of giving a ruckus to the murder, that poet was killed by the heart of the earth. He used to sow the seeds of words, he used to give way to the forest and rivers, he used to sit for the betterment of the world,
the poet was silently in the hands of a big poet!
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Murder is murder
Whether with a knife or a gun,
Murder is murder
Whether taking the life of a child an adult or anyone.
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hear chilling innocent cry a man framed in a lie

powerful songs have been written about claims
'I am an innocent man' a heinous crime is false
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Hamas has written a 9/11 terror moment
into pages of Palestinian, Israeli, world history;
Hamas and Palestinians in Gaza elated
celebrated deaths over 1000 Israeli civilians;
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Making Coffee to Run a Crime Story
A long Poem by Rosa Jamali
Translated From Original Persian into English by the Author
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As springs' budding blossoms emerge
the raptors glide mercilessly.
—Michael R. Burch
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My murderer son,
Why did you, did you
Murder me, murder me,
Murder me, murder me,
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By Stanley Collymore

No doubt there are those who
both uncaringly of the true
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There's a murder in the backyard
Come quick and have a look
Confided darkness must be on guard
And be wary, as they could all be crooks
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read the blood guilt murder in the Cain killed Abel genesis stories
the killing is wounded jealousy over who has their God's favour
not jealousy over who has a beloved lusted for woman's favour
with a twist of fermented apple juice mixed into a simmering stew!
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