Baddies Poems | Examples

Toy cars

Cosy lights and small toy cars. 
Chasing baddies under the bed clothes by torchlight for the moon and the stars.
Creating people and places and crimes.
Creating heros and villains with no pennies or dimes.
Finding beauty that you cannot find the words to describe.
Sunlight through tree shadow cut by a bird taking flight.
Mist like magic under the dawn of a new day. 
Fields of miles to explore and conquer in the innocence of play.
Dreams that weren’t broken by the reality of life.
Eyes wide with wonder in soft faces of warm light.
Laughter and  joy chasing the sun. 
The days when we could dream of being anything or anyone.

What's the Deal with Tarzan?

Tim Roth gets shot, and what emerges? Blood.
His innards act like wrecked intestines should.
Those fifties-movies injuns really suck,
with tactics redolent of Donald Duck!
“The whiteys circle wagons, as we feared:
so let’s just ride around them – get mown down!”
You’d see more bloodshed watching Charlie Brown.
And why does Tarzan never grow a beard?

Tim Robbins plans a prison break. Oh well,
they’ll catch him quickly when they search his cell.
It’s never searched, or posters changed, in fact.
And why was Thomas Hagan never whacked?
And Cage’s “Wicker Man” was just plain weird,
and not remotely scary. I’m at ease
with oddball cops with masks on: “Not the bees!”
But why does Tarzan never grow a beard?

“Commando” – Arnie’s shooting-up a storm:
a hundred dead a minute is the norm.
The baddies take ten thousand shots at him,
to no avail. They’re not from Arnie’s gym! 
You want to know why Rin Tin Tin’s revered?
The dog’s so smart, he counts: he knows when you’ve
exhausted all six slugs – then makes his move.
Yet why does Tarzan never grow a beard?

ORES

I met them at work,
Dressed perfect for this art—
Crop tops that teased,
And curves played their part.

They were mining,
The rarest of ores—
Soft as glass,
Pure as stars.

No shovels in hand,
Just allure and sway.
Bodies bare, daring to be
The "baddies" of the day.

A man desperate to find,
Something pure, something kind.
Craving love to ease his mind,
Like a baby, unrefined.

But miners know not
To linger deep in the hole.
Once they've struck the ore,
They abandon the soul.

Leaving the earth exposed,
Erosion sets in fast.
Cultivation forever lost,
A once-green man now a shadow of the past.

A gold digger's task,
Weeks of mining, fleeting sight.
The ore uncovered,
The gold stripped overnight.

Swagger

It was the age of the mini skirt beauties
it was the time of 'anything goes'
but his swagger personality is hypnotic
and i'm drawn,  to this retro, spy show.

so far, only watched one ,two and now three
it's entertaining me while i'm not well
he's had three girlfriends swooning already
he's a 'love & leave them'  type guy, l can tell.

He was a handsome , tough,  cigarette chain smoker
gets beaten up, l guess more times than he'd like
but as cool and laid back than the baddies

 he's McGill , Man in a Suitcase, called Mike

Oooh oooh’s even

Not really a bond follower
But why does the early ones
have the baddies as their titles
Then suddenly they start using phrases
but I think they missed a trick
Think about it
-breaking a Bond
-Bonded by blood
-Bond eye 
-the age of Bond
-singer in a Bond(sorry couldn’t resist)
No now seriously
What everyday phrases could be used as a bond title 
Usually they go with death relate phrases
-stone dead
-death becomes him
-dying light
-the spy who set me on fire
-licensed to sell alcohol 
-a day in the death
-from Scotland with detest

Anywhys bye

Killers

Killers 

Thinking before death and planning killing.
Transform your plans into breath by breathing.
To eternalize your progress that sheds light on your future.
Killing the baddies of the past for evil pain.


Sleeping with the sound of matter approaching for death...
Counting your steps after death!
Calming down in your new position...
Feeling unchanging body functions without followers...

Warchild

Dear Penfold 

Through the eyes of a warchild and she was me ..the world was beautiful and I trusted and respected people who were big , bigger than me ..
I would look up and see people and to me they were important and I felt safe in a beautiful place , a home of love ..
Then the dark shadow comes as it so often does for so many on our street 
A little girl witnessed horrific scenes photographed upon her psyche ...A memory of hope,  the little girl began a mission , a  promise in a world distorted by narcissism,  whom use the very likes of' " yourselves"  to turn upon kindness and innocence,  destroying  the very fabric of human kindness...I made a promise to my friends whom all died at your very hands  ...I promised to bring humankind back to help, to stop the baddies carry out their plans,   and save our friends .

Forever and Ever 
Amen

Pretzel

Fold her like a pretzel
Girl be going mental 
Nuttin in her mouth 
Now I’m messing up her dental

Treat it like a rental
Park it in the temple
Riding with the homies
And we dawging in the kennel

Shawty sentimental 
Body instrumental
Tryna tie me down 
But I’m moving continental 

Dancing like a stripper 
Shake it like a teaser
Louding up the music
How I’m playing on the speaker

It’s so cold in winter 
Turning on the heater
Linking up with baddies
Now she calling me a cheater 

Tryna make that money
I ain’t tryna keep her
Flowing on that base 
How I’m balling like I’m Jeter.

Captain America's Shield

There was a laser beam reflection
Of the sun upon his shield.
The central silver star was blinding!
To see, the enemies had to yield.

Then he stood before them.
He was mighty. He was strong!
His fellow Marvel Heroes joined
To help him right the wrong.

With all the baddies locked up tight,
His shield hung on the wall.
It had striking rings of red and silver
And was surprisingly quite small.

What made his shield unique,
And impressive to any boy,
Was it's threefold combination
Of Vibranium Metal Alloy.

This shield is indestructible!
A protection and a weapon.
It's the key to Captain America's success
When the villains start to threaten.

Captain America's shield
Though target-like it appears,
Will feature on in marvelous Marvel's
And will amaze for years and years!


Written 11th July 2022
For the "Captain America's Shield" contest
Sponsor: Robert James Liguori

A Foul Mood

I am pulled apart by my crazed emotions 
Half blown up and backwards
My desperation and depression is tied in a knot
And there is only one working hand left 
Indignation took the other one years ago
I am frustrated now because I can no longer clap for you

My mood is foul
I revel in the stench of mediocrity 
I feel notoriously lopsided and naked
Exposed, anxious, a laughing stock. 
I have to say this now....
I hate all of you!
Which side should I share?
No side at all. I will keep myself to myself. 

I am in a foul mood, angry and saddened. 
Yes, you put me here.  I take no blame for 
my attitude, my feelings or my persona. 

Look at yourself closely, oh, masses 
You show me magazines 
To prove my neck is too thick for my small head.

You are thorns, mongrel dogs, baddies. 
I hate all of you. Every single last one. 
You know who you are.

Groot Limericks

Groot Limericks

Groot is an alien tree being
So tall you just cannot miss him
He obsorbed a bomb blast
Protecting friends from fall fast
And regrown in a pot from one limb


Groot would only say one word
Racoon understood what he heard
Best friends they did stay
Kept baddies at bay
Together both stood undeterred


Groot the loveable tree cutie
Likes to dance in the movie
His moves are so smooth
A dance partner to choose
King of the space disco boogie


           09.10.20

The Lone Ranger

Feeling like The Lone Ranger
With my kemosabe friend fighting danger
A horse named Silver
Summer or winter
Baddies cringe when they meet, I'll wager

Padre Has a Gun

Mary Six Pack Pistols staggers through time portals drunk
Pretending to be a priest but she is not a mister or a sister 
To the old west saloon through double doors she glides
Drunker than a nun on steroids swinging rosaries from her side
Into a smoke filled room in rusty spurs and fake mustache
Presenting herself as a monsignor from another time and place 
Cowboy boots caked in mud with love she blesses them
Introducing her two guns from underneath a long black dress
It is a curtain, a robe, a nun inside a habit for blasting baddies

There must be a shower outside which indicates a storm
The spittoon in the corner of the room needs emptying
She feels the weight of outlaws in her midst
From here to there the crowd looks innocent 
But Padre knows better so shoots them all to death
To kingdom come and back again through the chest
Through time corridors we suspect they must be dust

Mary Six Pack says a prayer and drinks some holy water
From a whiskey bottle in another time dimension soaking wet
Then returns from there to here less sober and less blessed
Charged with a misdemeanor for impersonating a monsignor

I Do Not Believe

I don’t believe I am truly breathing air 
I don’t believe I’m good like a saint
I don’t believe god or whatever is fair
I don’t believe life is pretty like paint
I don’t believe I am a flare
I don’t believe my face looks faint.

I also don’t believe heroes save the day 
I also don’t believe staring snakes will fall
I also don’t believe baddies ever pay
I also don’t believe i can climb the wall
I also don’t believe people have a say
I also don’t believe every towers tall.

I believe i am evil. Stop calling me good.

Moulding Allegiance

Dino walks on the lino with a cat for a hat

                    A collar for colour and leash for pastiche

With a tale in his tail as he jiggles and wiggles 


The flag half white with delight and bright as the light

                    Green shadows for meadows and jolly as jelly

The grand creature roars extra on demand as a feature


‘I am the Lord in the fort and mojo of play dough

                    Patrician magician and seal your appeal

Applause from my paws will guard in the land of the bard’


Dino looks like a rhino or bear in despair

                    A clown with a crown or ovoid on steroids

Mussel with tussles or dragon that fell of the waggon


‘When I’m older and bolder my fire won’t tire

                    Blow fumes in my plumes and breathe off at ease

Enlarge small into tall protect Daddy from baddies’


‘The rhyme is past bedtime one last lullaby sweetie pie

                    Happy dreams no monster screams rest snug little slug’

‘Love you Daddy Paddy let’s have dinosaur scales for breakfast in Wales’



16th June 2019

(The Welsh Flag is a red dragon on a half green and half white background)

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