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		Rules: Write a poem for national poetry month on the topic or form described. Each poem should appear as a separate reply to this thread. The goal is to, at the end of the month have written 30 poems for National Poetry Month. 
 
 Topic 06: Write a poem inspired by a ransom note.
 Form : any
 Line requirements: 8 lines or more
 
 Questions?
 
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		Patty
 
 The most well-known female bank robber
 after Bonnie Parker
 as long as the enemy exist
 I can find no rest
 
 after Bonnie Parker
 the biggest action since Foster
 I can find no rest
 death to the fascist insect
 
 the biggest action since Foster
 Naga the seven-headed cobra
 death to the fascist insect
 that preys on the life of the people
 
 Naga the seven-headed cobra
 the interdependence of different species
 that preys on the life of the people
 there aren’t any shortcuts to
 
 the interdependence of different species
 General Field Marshall Cinque Mtume
 there aren’t any shortcuts to
 meaningful social change
 
 General Field Marshall Cinque Mtume
 America’s most wanted
 meaningful social change
 I’m changing my name to Tania
 
 America’s most wanted
 SLA feeds the poor
 I’m changing my name to Tania
 I have decided to stay and fight
 
 SLA feeds the poor
 People in Need
 I have decided to stay and fight
 a standard M1 carbine with a flashlight
 
 People in Need
 as long as the enemy exist
 a standard M1 carbine with a flashlight
 the most well-known female bank robber
 
		
	 
	
	
	
		
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		You think I must be evil,demanding from my people
 their virgin son most handsome
 to pay a pointless ransom,
 but they've the whole world to gain
 for just one more month of rain,
 for just one less mouth to feed.
 You think this sacrifice is for me? Ha! Gods don't need!
 
Peanut butter honey banana sandwiches
 
		
	 
	
	
	
		
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		 (04-06-2017, 01:55 PM)just mercedes Wrote:  Patty
 
 The most well-known female bank robber
 after Bonnie Parker
 as long as the enemy exist
 I can find no rest
 
 after Bonnie Parker
 the biggest action since Foster
 I can find no rest
 death to the fascist insect
 
 the biggest action since Foster
 Naga the seven-headed cobra
 death to the fascist insect
 that preys on the life of the people
 
 Naga the seven-headed cobra
 the interdependence of different species
 that preys on the life of the people
 there aren’t any shortcuts to
 
 the interdependence of different species
 General Field Marshall Cinque Mtume
 there aren’t any shortcuts to
 meaningful social change
 
 General Field Marshall Cinque Mtume
 America’s most wanted
 meaningful social change
 I’m changing my name to Tania
 
 America’s most wanted
 SLA feeds the poor
 I’m changing my name to Tania
 I have decided to stay and fight
 
 SLA feeds the poor
 People in Need
 I have decided to stay and fight
 a standard M1 carbine with a flashlight
 
 People in Need
 as long as the enemy exist
 a standard M1 carbine with a flashlight
 the most well-known female bank robber
 
That fits well with the profiles you've been doing. I remember when this all blew up. I'd forgotten about People in Need--truly bizarre ransom request.
	 
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		Vial Ransom
 
 haVE Ur ViAL
 frM tH sPErM Bank
 C poLAroID atChd
 PAY $5,ooO tO
 AntiQuan Bank aCct
 # iN Pic EvRy moNth
 Or Th lADy heRE
 wIT ME gEts IT
 wIr MONY by 15tH
 cHEepr tHen
 ChiLd sUpoRT
 yeH?
 
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		Ha! Nice use of font  (04-07-2017, 01:59 AM)dukealien Wrote:  Vial Ransom
 
 haVE Ur ViAL
 frM tH sPErM Bank
 C poLAroID atChd
 PAY $5,ooO tO
 AntiQuan Bank aCct
 # iN Pic EvRy moNth
 Or Th lADy heRE
 wIT ME gEts IT
 wIr MONY by 15tH
 cHEepr tHen
 ChiLd sUpoRT
 yeH?
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		The Ransom Paid
 Moses Law:
 Payment instructions
 proving sin stains of fallible man
 bring death & eternal separation
 from a just Holy God.
 
 Out of love immeasurable,
 God paid that ransom:
 He sent His Son,
 The Lamb of God,
 Who PAID IN FULL
 with His own precious Blood.
 
 Victory soon followed,
 the grave could not hold Him down.
 Conquering death, He lives on
 so that I can live, too.
 
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		Holding
 I have stolen your fruit
 and I was ready to draft
 the ransom note,
 but then I discovered
 that it was all fake.
 
 Paper plums,
 a rubber lemon,
 a hard alloy mango,
 and a satsuma that
 was actually a bean bag.
 
 Yes, I tasted your
 plastic apricot,
 then laid down my pen.
 If there's anything I can do
 to help,
 
 (Your wax pineapple is melting
 under my desk lamp)
 
		
	 
	
	
	
		
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		I regret to inform you
 that the sword your son once wielded
 is now the stick by which he stands.
 For the clouds no longer dance
 like pirate sloops
 in the open sea of sky.
 His blood has slowed to syrup.
 So, as I have flown
 through the windows of children,
 I now bring him back to you—
 by way unbarred,
 and by room now nursery pink.
 Each milk tooth is placed
 in a bag around his neck.
 The fairies will trade childhood
 for coin, and I will take
 this sleeping bundle in return—
 and not return till crocodile ticks
 and walls are painted blue.
 
 The Pan
 
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		So You Got A Ransom Note!
 We don't feel bad for you,
 not for you or your checkbook.
 Have your assistant
 put a band-aid on it.
 
 Poor kids get stolen, never returned.
 If the pedos don't want them,
 they become labor.
 If the bosses can't work them,
 they get unloaded
 
 (as in, asset gone bad)
 (as in, lead to the head).
 We can't feel sad for you–
 your kids got borrowed.
 
		
	 
	
	
	
		
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		Free at Last
 When I got home from work,
 under shards of glass and a broken screen door,
 I found a ransom note on the floor.
 
 Put $1000 in outside trashcan tonight,
 or you'll never see your wife again.
 
 I took the spare $1000 I had in savings
 and bought a plane ticket to Puerto Rico.
 
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		RANSOM:
 WE HAVE YOUR LIFE
 SAVING MEDICINE.
 YOU HAVE THREE MONTHS TO LIVE
 UNLESS YOU COME UP WITH 100,000
 AMERICAN DOLLARS.
 LARGE BILLS PLEASE.
 
		
	 
	
	
	
		
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		 (04-07-2017, 12:27 PM)QDeathstar Wrote:  RANSOM:
 WE HAVE YOUR LIFE
 SAVING MEDICINE.
 YOU HAVE THREE MONTHS TO LIVE
 UNLESS YOU COME UP WITH 100,000
 AMERICAN DOLLARS.
 LARGE BILLS PLEASE.
 
And that's 100,000 even after insurance pays out. Large bills indeed.    
		
	 
	
	
	
		
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		Hot
 She will not come cheap;
 she’s as beautiful as her mother
 with the same coffee skin–
 the same pop in her eyes.
 
 Her lips swell the same
 when she whispers
 or cries.
 
 The bidding is high,
 but a pittance to them
 who would buy her—
 
 and a mortgage on you.
 
		
	 
	
	
	
		
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		To Cedar Acres
 It was funny this evening
 when home I came crawling;
 I found on the doorstep
 a letter.
 
 It said you were gone.
 Taken away, for money.
 The jokers foretold that you'd die
 for anything less than all that I had.
 
 You were bad, they told,
 and so they sent your toe in toilet paper
 that I trembling took, unwrapped, and
 -- laughed!
 
 Long I laughed!
 But once I finally calmed I turned again
 to that dreaded letter, addressed --
 I saw --
 to a home in Cedar MEADOWS,
 whose mistress painted polka dots across her nails,
 while yours you painted bright yellow!
 
		
	 
	
	
	
		
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		                              ![[Image: Giraffe_Zebra.jpg]](http://wordbiscuit.com/im15/Giraffe_Zebra.jpg)  
                                                        < Dearest Extortionist >
 
                                   I am beginning to consider your communiqués   
                                   to be some form of harassment. 
                                   Let me tell you for the third time: 
                                   I do not possess the funds required to honor your request. 
                                   And even if I did, you would receive none from me, 
                                   because I harbor no desire to have the thing back.
 
                                   It has been nothing but a  disaster. 
                                   And, unchristian though it may seem,  
                                   I'm hoping a similar set of miseries have befallen you.
 
                                   As you may have noticed by now, 
                                   it exhibits no end of bad habits. 
                                   Surly a giraffe possesses the intelligence  
                                   to be housebroken. 
                                   I can only attribute its refusal 
                                   to be some form of ill-tempered disobedience.  
                                   No single piece of furniture in my apartment  
                                   has been left unsoiled. 
                                   The only item it has not ruined 
                                   (its perversity knows no bounds) 
                                   is the toilet.
 
                                   So let me tell you for the last time: 
                                   You shall receive no monies from me; 
                                   I have no desire to have it returned. 
                                   The same goes for the zebra.
 
                                   Most sincerely, 
                                   Your Victim
	 
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		Revenge is a dish best served cold 
 Look, its no good talking like this
 no one can hear us,
 I'd like to help I really would.
 But your nerves won't answer me,
 they sent in the blood clot
 with a sawn-off, the restaurant
 was full, it was a real blood bath,
 the whole right side of the room.
 
 Now I'm not one to to tell tales
 but I do hear whispers, apparently
 you've been treating
 our body like shit for years.
 who can blame them really?
 I mean, you come into their house,
 everything in excess, throwing
 your weight around.
 
 Only because its you and your me,
 I'll call a meeting, see what they want
 but we have to be realistic,
 the family ain't what it used to be.
 
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		the witch livesthe mind is breaking and night eyes
         are running and
                         water and sweat stinging and
always the screen, always another recipe from google, always
always the screen, always another        sent to him, always
                                  recipe
                   always follow the recipe, will, always
dinners alone at night with will and eve asleep, duck cooked chinese
              running along the sticks, checking the old coat
and noodles and sauce and green shit, man i hate this green shit
                                whiff of cloud like smoke and long
running can drain the spirits out
                  the spirits that make me wild like
                                   make me wake up in the middle of
                                before the night and autumn falls
                                running,   wish i could smoke again
                                           wish i were needed again
                                           wish i were drunk again
and needed and he               would answer back it's been so long
                  it's been so long since i was whole
i see the locks on the door i see the mold growing up the tower i see
                                and he doesn't, and vomit and
                          him the recipe for disaster and             running again
to eve, who's grown worried     explaining he wanted the suburbs
                                deleting contact in 3... 2...
                            the pulling of a sheet
                                                      blue shit
                                  clearing the board
running again
running again
        alone at night, alone at night, alone at night
until into the distance, locked in the tower, forever awaiting her
                         the witch lives
http://www.octopuspie.com/2015-01-07/742...tch-lives/
 
		
	 
	
	
	
		
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		[shit  and shivers - ten days on a ransom note and this is the result?  Yuck.  but its NaPo and I am all caught up.    ]
A Higher Consciousness 
We were stoned when we made the pledge  
in Mike’s sixth-floor room, the four of us, a vow, 
a resolution on New Years Eve to get stoned  
every day of January.  Most made it.   
I took a break in mid-April.
 
One night’s novelty was a sweet potato pipe, 
filled, passed, and refilled with first rate hash. 
Music from the grooves of vinyl, compliments of 
Quicksilver Messenger Service and Best of Cream.
 
Slumped on couches we’d found curbside, Pinto  
sat in the corner, didn’t say much, but he’s the one who 
taught us to hyperventilate on a Vicks Inhaler.  I think  
they are illegal now. Too bad, that’s where I learned  
to hang onto the rope, no matter what. Kept me sane.
 
With no prelude or prompting, Paul launched 
his exegesis with Lucifer, Beelzebub, Nixon,  
and Mephistopheles.  We burn in hell if he gets  
our soul, and the other way around too - fungible,  
transitive? -- some words just float away.
 
The point - if Yahweh doesn’t get it, then we burn too. 
Book says we give it up for Yahweh or burn forever. 
He made it sound like ransom, scripture being a pure 
ransom note.  But what do I know, I was stoned.
	
		
	 
	
	
	
		
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		You had me at Quicksilver Messenger Service.(That and overshooting your pledge by two and a half months.)
 ...
 And yes, religions come complete with a whole array of ransoms.
 
 Congratulations on catching up... only 15 or 16 more to go unless you get stoned and do 89 more.
 
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