John Patrick Robbins Aka Gonzo Poet Rhyme

A Different Game

Friends and trouble go hand in hand.
Legends of the  neighborhood.
Like statues  and vacant buildings  still stand.

A crime in plain view no one ever saw.
Held hostage in fear.
The mouse sturggles to escape from 
cats claw.

Blood on the bricks  that stains my mind.
Time takes me away.
Yet never leaves the memory far behind.

Summers in the city nights run into days.
We turn are backs to the truth.
But in this game everyone plays.

Heros are villians  depending 
on who you are.
Stories told bout the other night.
Hidden truths  like the bat under the bar.

The players are future tombstones
Men glorified beyond there name.
the citys children caught within her  confines.
Forced to play a different  game.

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Susan Kelly July 25, 2009 at 11:23 AM John this a deep and fantastic write you are a great writter would love to know the truth behind this poem please check your soupmail Would love to understand the man behind these great writes. Love Susan

Brian Strand July 25, 2009 at 2:06 AM Thank you for your kind words and comments on my endeavours to day John.Rgds Brian

Charlene Bird July 22, 2009 at 8:16 PM The sad streets of the truth that all have saw but, look the other way when the game begin. Powerful verses here John, that may lie a secret underneat, excellent rhyming and choice of words.

Carolyn Devonshire July 21, 2009 at 5:23 PM "A crime in plain view no one ever saw" says a lot about life on the streets today. People are either afraid to get involved or they don't care. Still, children in such surroundings are "Forced to play a different game." Excellent poem, John. One for my faves! Love, Carolyn

Charmaine Chircop July 21, 2009 at 8:51 AM we are playing a game of haunted poets at the moment my friend,but where was my friend?missed your good writes and this is a very good rhyme and haunting too--and the verse friends and trouble go hand in hand is wisely written,much to ponder--well penned John,keep posting--charma