Best Convict Poems

We of the Convict strain

A hundred and twenty years ago
Australia had it's several classes
There were we of the convict strain 
Mates would stick, just like...

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A geisha today a convict tomorrow
My mouths are all speaking
Blah Glad and Hah Sad
I cannot hear them for I am done
Broken and cracked, an egg...

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In the late 1970s, I was going home on a Friday evening,
and needed a little more fuel in my truck, 
enough to get back to...

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They would ripen all at once
under a hot sun and hang
in a sugary glut only for a day 
or two before starting to spoil. 
I...

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I guess some questions are hard to define
Like the desert landscape I’ve changed with time

I’ve spent my life dealing with a monkey
A dope cook, convict,...

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True definition of a hood love story,
They called him Felony.
Skin was as smooth as a shot of Hennessey.
He made a lot of other men envy.
His...

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On the banks of a river under the nest of a dove
He looked into the eyes of the girl that he loved

She was simply as...

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SHINE"ING"

        Shining with my lively smile,
  keeps you in denial with my G-Q style.
  You say...

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DESTROYING the KID

It’s about time you came around.
I have waited long with my pants dropped down.
Did you say, “CHICKEN!" Mmm, I love chicken.
My favorite comes...

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So many trials seem to be filled up with so much fear
So many ask, “Oh Dear Lord, what am I doing here”?

So many questions that...

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It was a week before my eighteenth birthday;
I was a drug dealer. Hooked also, but with no cares.
From a small town where no one had...

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Sponsor	Nancy Jones
Contest Name	Things that suck

Lest we forget the Bad decisions …

(Myxo the rabbit steal the Bagmans Bunny),     first use of a...

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I thought I’d write a limerick
(As sonnets now just make me sick)
But can’t for all the friggin’ rules
That always trip up southern fools;
So, thus, a...

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After reading your comment to Sharon so true
I decided oh yes, I must tag Phyllis to

”Tag game” is about people sharing their heart
It would sure...

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How closely do we wrap our faith and conviction in life,
is it the things that determines who is our wife.
What morals do we instill and...

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