"Poetry & Rhymes" by William Hancock

Posts tagged “Judgement

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“I’ve Come”

I've  Come

The night’s no longer,
Nor is the day,
Of endless hunger,
Nor men astray.
For with a thunder,
God did say,
“No more plunder,
Nor evil ways.”

“I’ve come you see,
To put a stop
To mans disease,
Like days of Lot.
Men do tease,
With evil thought,
On bended knees,
They smite the rock.”

“Governments of death,
Nations of plutocracy,
Where evil nests,
Devouring democracy.
The people’s best,
Full of bureaucracy,
Never they rest,
In all their hypocrisy.”

“For lack of plenty,
The people starve,
Deprived of money,
Society marred.
What some think funny,
Leave others scarred,
Bees and honey,
Are forever barred.”

“Yes, you see,
With a hunger,
I’ve come to thee,
To cure my blunder.
You and me,
And all my wonder,
I take from thee,
And do so smother.”

And with his hand,
The night was no longer,
Nor was the day.

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William Hancock © All Rights Reserved

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Poem on Image:  placed by; written by  William Hancock © 2014′ 


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“Life’s Thief !”

Life's Theif !

The worst thief of all,
Is one who steals a life.
No right to make that call,
At the end of your knife?

A life you do steal,
No remorse, nor even shame.
At the end of your steel,
For what purpose, what gain?

There will be a time,
For you to pay your due.
You’ve committed a crime,
Against all that is true.

God gave us this gift,
A test of our worth.
You hurried so swift,
A life from this earth.

You cheated them of success,
Of earning their place,
You have no regret,
A life you did waste.

There’s a place for you,
Where Satan, he awaits,
To torment you through,
Watching your skin, as it bakes.

You murdered so brutal,
Their life was your snack.
Your evil and cruel,
And there’s no turning back.

For your selfishness, you troll,
You’ll pay with not your life,
But with all of your soul,
For eternities endless night.

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William Hancock © All Rights Reserved

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Poem on Image:  placed by; written by  William Hancock © 2013′


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“Dead Asleep”

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As I lay here, on my bed,
Wide awake, but yet asleep.

On the floor,
An apple core,
An open door,
There is no more.

All alone, within my room,
A window sill, a door it creaks.
Am I dreaming, I’m awake,
Just lying here, a top my sheets?

There screams a crow,
Along a shore,
No one knows,
Why no more.

A lonely trail,
A line of trees,
A lizards tail,
And winter breeze.

A single bike,
An empty town,
A moonlit night,
Nowhere a sound.

In the distance, rings a bell,
Pulling me, from in my sleep.
A rippling creek, a river bank,
A mountain top, a flock of sheep.

In my head,
There it’s said,
With this thread,
Your soul I’ll shed.

A feather falls, a candles’ lit,
A blinding light, A soothing heat.
There again, a voice it says,
Make no mistake, it’s what you reap.

The road you took, the life you led,
Your mine to take, while your asleep.

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William Hancock © All Rights Reserved

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[ Image used:  www.morguefile.com/archive/display/849842 ]

Poem on Image:  placed by; written by  William Hancock © 2013′