Best Bonnie Poems
BEQUEATHED BONNIE SQUARE
a lacy handkerchief
embroidered with a hummingbird,
a nectar-sweet trellis, to sponge
the waterworks - the trickle
of misty eyes,
the honey-suckled creek
that runs over wrinkled
logs and leafy plum-cheeks.
delicate hands lift
the dapper doily —
pat-a-pat dabbing.
a tattered smile forms
at the base of the cliffs.
6/30/2019
They were bank robbers and their names were Bonnie and Clyde.
They robbed banks in six states until 1934 when they both died.
In addition to robbing banks, they also robbed stores and service stations.
They killed thirteen people, they were dangerous and caused devastation.
In 1933 the dangerous duo teamed up with Clyde's Sister-In-Law and her husband, Buck.
Clyde's brother was killed four months later and Bonnie and Clyde soon ran out of luck.
The next year they were driving on a road in Louisiana and they didn't know they were in danger.
They were ambushed and killed by a posse that was lead by a Texas Ranger.
The posse fired one hundred and sixty-seven rounds and Bonnie and Clyde were hit fifty times.
They were deadly murderers and thieves but they ended up paying for their dastardly crimes.
(This is a true story about Clyde Barrow and Bonnie Parker who were killed on May 23, 1934.)
To Bonnie:
If everything should fail, I’ll raise some hell until we make it right.
We’ll rob that bank and the motel even if it takes an all out gun fight!
I’ll walk through fire so you can have all you desire and more
I will not tire ‘till I hand you an empire and, so I’ve gone to rob that grocery store!
Girl, your my Queen and I’ll stand on life’s battlefield and fight to the death.
Hand-n-hand we will stand until we take our very last breath!
There’s nothing I wouldn’t do! Not a thing I wouldn’t give.
I would lay down my life for you just so you could live!
To avenge your death I would be rebirth; I’m serious as a heart attack!
I would follow you to the end of the earth and all the way back!
Baby I love you! Without you, there’s no me, and that’s how I feel inside.
No matter what we go through we will make history as “Bonnie and Clyde!
To Clyde:
No matter what I do, just to be with you, a life sentence? It’s worth it.
I’ll give up what I have, just a chance, let me grab, just a glimpse of your soul, together
We will grow old.
They question me, threaten me, constantly all over me, and want me to give us up,
Won’t let me go, relentlessly won’t let me be.
Little do they know, I ride for you, very least die for you,
You’re the love of my life, take the stand and vibe for you
Cold when I need to be, warm when you’re touching me,
Legalities by the wayside let the world watch and see
The ends of the earth is hardly far enough, let’s get lost somewhere together with all we
stacked, and that shouldn’t be tough
Just know how much I love you; I’ll gently take this all in stride
No matter what happens here, I’m still your Bonnie, and you’re my Clyde!
Note: A collaboration with Jillian M. Johnson
Together Bonnie
We set out on a love spree
For eternity
Blinded by no tear
We will always remain near
Never showing fear
You have not left me
We survive in infamy
Bloody destiny
"Why that ain't nothing but my red petticoat that you done bought me Mr. Rhett." mammy
says after he ask her what the rustling sound is he hears under her skirt. "Let me see!" he
says. Then she pulls her skirt up a little and shows him. Then mammy says, "Mr. Rhett you is
bad!" Rhett says, "Well it took you long enough to wear it!" She says, "Yes sir I know, and
I'm sorry about that." Rhett ask if she still thinks they're mules and then mammy says, "Mr.
Rhett, Miss Scarlett shouldn't have told you that. You ain't gonna hold that against old
mammy is ye?" Then he ask her to have a drink with him to celebrate the birth of his
daughter, Bonnie Blue.
My favorite scene in a movie "Gone With the Wind"
Hattie McDaniel as Mammy and Clark Gable as Rhett Butler
*2nd place winner in Frank Herrera's contest for favorite scene in a movie.
too snide
both died
Note A footle-2 lines,2 syllbles with a title-Light verse form,witty,pertinent,topical etc
(technically a trochaic monometer)hence I label the form as a footle best exampled by the
famous FLEAS
Adam
had'em.
My wife and I are in court and we're being tried.
She and I were the modern day Bonnie and Clyde.
But we didn't rob banks, we stole by identity theft.
When we got through, people had no money left.
She lied in court when she said that I put her up to it.
I can't even use a computer, it was that hag's idea to do it.
She turned on me so fast that it would make your head spin.
Now I'll spend twenty years in jail, my sex life has come to an end.
The jury just came back in and found both of us guilty.
My wife gave them the finger because they didn't set her free.
I'm so sexually frustrated that I feel like I'm going to bust.
You're looking at a man who is suffering because of his lust.
We were the modern day Bonnie and Clyde, our story must be told.
I'll reject my wife when we're released because she'll be too damn old.
Fiona, fair beauty, fleet footed and fancy free,
Flits over the field,
Full of life and fun, a joy to see.
She’s my Bonnie canine, sweet and good,
Loving and loyal, a regal golden,
Her tail held high, 'til coursing the woods.
Wild is my Heather as her namesake flower on the hill,
Pursuing bunnies, squirrels and birds,
Though only for the chase’s thrill.
Nairne, in Gaelic means “dweller by the narrow river glen,”
Which is she, when resting from her adventures now and then.
Oh, Fi, my darling girl,
How you’ve blessed my life and set it in a whirl!
MRT/4-27-10
A happy ending was never written about two villains
They’ve dug two graves for us
In the ground, we’ll rot until we disappear
Life is too short to keep living in fear
Stop fighting this my dear
I already told you our end is near
Can’t you see that it’s us against the demons we fight?
Bonnie and Clyde with guns strapped to our thighs
Red and blue sirens are calling our names
We won’t stop until this world is in flames
We’re fighting for our sanity while saving each other
Our dreams used to be in color but even there we now suffer
Hell is the only place we can be with each other
I hope you’ve said your goodbyes to your brothers and mother
scotland poem
bonnie scotlands the place to be,
whar awe yae ever may want tae be,
fae glens n lochs and water to
lookin arood scotland whor thars a bonnie view,
whar the lads may wear thar kilts
whar the wumin get thir little thrils
its nae a place fur sun n sand
still wae awe the rain
scotlands a bonnie land,
wee rabbie burns came fae ayr
an his cottage is still stanin there
just alang the road me fae me
just doon by the bonnie sea,
whar aw the sand and water to,
ayr is a place wae a bonnie view,
in scotland we hae loads o fun
even if we dinae hae nae sun,
whar ya go tae cleer ya heed
wae the fresh air that helps ya indeed,
glesga is a fair big old toon
whar all the fun sterts when the sun goes doon
ya hae twa teams left n right
that get tae europe wae a return flight,
we dae hae oil anaw
wish we could buy it and prices dae faw,
so when ya want tae come n see
vist ayr toon an you may see me,
a wull wear ma kilt n coat n hat
n show ya scotland bonnie land,,
Across the green meadows over the deep blue sea,
I will wait for my bonnie lass to come back to me.
She promised me that she would return with the summer rain,
She's been gone for so long my life is not the same.
When the moon is full a lonely piper will play,
the sad music moves through the air until the break of day.
In my heart I know she will not come back to me,
because my bonnie lass was taken by the sea.
JSergi
Knock, knock, knock!
A lover at the door
The other adjust his clothes
The handle turns their hearts
Knock, knock, knock!
An officer at the door
An eye on the peephole
The handle breaks apart
Knock, knock, knock!
A lawyer at the door
A lover in a gaol
The other with a get out of jail free card
Knock, knock, knock!
A mother at the door
The mother eyed the Judas whore
All her necklace and bracelets she took back
My bonnie wee babe hush hush now your cries
For darkness has come and cool is the night
White stars of heaven shine bright in the skies
And moonbeams glow soft with pure golden light
A butterfly kiss on your sleepy eyes
To sooth from your face that tight little frown
Will wash away tears and calm melting sighs
So snuggle up close neath soft eiderdown.
Fat little sparrows are warm in their nest
And fluffy young ducks hide under soft wings
The kitten’s curled up on old Papa’s chest
And off in the wood a lone songbird sings
Asleep is the sun in the western seas
Tomorrow she’ll rise and shine through the trees
from Bonnie and Clyde
Bonnie did write poetry
not buried by Clyde
Bonnie and Clyde prowled the country in a V-8 Ford on a robbing and killing spree!
They met their doom on a rural road by cops concealed behind rock and tree!
Per Undertaker "Boots" Bailey, the bodies were shot so often by cops lying in wait,
That the embalming fluid kept leaking from the holes as he tried to stem the spate!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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