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 molasses
The Deported Irish and us Con's
We sort of fit together
We kept our mouths shut
When Traps came about
We knew which nest to feather
Pommy overlords made a quid
And kept us second class
All the Master ever did
Poor worker he'd harass
So stand up give back some sass!
Of course you can crawl to the master
Yes he loves it, yes that's right
He's only there till a dollar begot
From the sweat of your brows, delight
Don Johnson 4-may-11
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 of myself
A cowgirl whose nose is out of joint
A different smell than others have
My green eyes are a glory to my face
Looking at me from a mirror
Only I understand, and no one else can see
I am holding things together with
A pretend hand.
Secretly conducting a mariachi band.
A geisha today, a convict tomorrow.
If you knew what I was thinking
You would be ahead of the game.
I have mouths that listen and a nose
That speaks. I have eyes that don’t see
The cracks at all, loving myself
In spite of the blah glads and hah sads
I am all I have got, and it is more
Than enough.
A geisha today, a convict tomorrow.
Straight out of prison
Wondering what I've been missing
Right out of the gates I stuck out my thumb
A van load of hippies
All from Mississippi
Stoped and asked, hey dude...what's going on
I'm here for adventure
Well hop in then Mister
Adventure is what we're all about
Now where we're all going
There's no way of knowing
A van of hippies and parolee freshly let out
We ended up in Disney
Me and all of the hippies
Where we had caboodles of fun
We met Mickey and he saw it
When I lifted his wallet
Now we're in the Magic Kingdom all on the run
We split in different directions
To throw off detection
It's A Small World is where I made my mistake
With that song stuck in my head
It's a fate worse than death
Prison now sounds like a wonderful place
We rendezvoused in
The Pirate's Of The Caribbean
Where soon after, in came the law
We all jumped from our boats
Splashing around in the moat
And had ourselves a good old fashioned pirate brawl
We soon made our escape
Out of exit door 88
Finding ourselves in Frontier Land at night
Where in the middle of the street
Were Mickey, Donald, and Goofy
All with guns strapped to their sides
We ran into a shop
And bought guns on the spot
All with Mickey's money...he's a mouse of a man
Mickey squeeks we're going to ruff you up
As Goofy holds up the cuffs
And Donald says something we can't understand
We had a shoot out
With cap guns no doubt
After all Disney runs a safe place
Ran out of caps in our guns
Which stopped our lives on the run
The wrath of Mickey we all now would face
After justice's hammer
I'm now back in the slammer
This time I made my own prison bed
Now I cry every day
What more can I say
With It's A Small World still stuck in my head
Yesterday my wife and boy passed on from this despicable scene.
Trapped in the floating, cesspool of human misery for months we have been.
I tried to weep for them, yet no tears would break free from my eyes.
I held their lifeless bodies for hours as I said my good byes.
The ships crew made their morning ritual to cast out the dead and smelly.
Rough hands unceremoniously drag the poor souls from the boats belly.
Overboard they are tossed, into the briney depths of the sea.
Some barely alive, desperate cries for mercy is their plea.
Convicts we are, made up of rogues, vagrants, murderers and thieves.
Some, like me, wrongly accused debtors who no one believes.
For some the only crime committed was being dealt the peasants hand.
Without any choice, sent to the penal colonies of Van Diemons land.
I used to love the ocean, where I could dip my feet into its shore.
Now I detest its tempest, the angry swell, I utterly abhor.
The waves now taunt me, beckoning me to be immersed under their caps of white.
To be swallowed forever with its multitude of secrets, hidden from the light.
Awakened from fitful slumber by a thunderous crash on Starboard side.
Poseidon has thrust his trident, the prongs split the ship open wide.
The sea cleansing its surface of flotsam, the waves engulf the boat.
Its dastardly deed done with precision, the cargo down Davey Jones lockers throat.
Somehow I am floating on the dark water, fearing what lies down below.
Clinging to a makeshift raft that will now become my bedfellow.
Am I free of my captors? Has the sea spared me from a watery grave?
I lie limp on my wooden floatilla, drifting in and out of reality wave after wave.
Straight out of prison
Wondering what I've been missing
Right out of the gates I stuck out my thumb
A van load of hippies
All from Mississippi
Stoped and asked, hey dude...what's going on
I'm here for adventure
Well hop in then Mister
Adventure is what we're all about
Now where we're all going
There's no way of knowing
A van of hippies and parolee freshly let out
We ended up in Disney
Me and all of the hippies
Where we had caboodles of fun
We met Mickey and he saw it
When I lifted his wallet
Now we're in the Magic Kingdom all on the run
We split in different directions
To throw off detection
It's A Small World is where I made my mistake
With that song stuck in my head
It's a fate worse than death
Prison now sounds like a wonderful place
We rendezvoused in
The Pirate's Of The Caribbean
Where soon after, in came the law
We all jumped from our boats
Splashing around in the moat
And had ourselves a good old fashioned pirate brawl
We soon made our escape
Out of exit door 88
Finding ourselves in Frontier Land at night
Where in the middle of the street
Were Mickey, Donald, and Goofy
All with guns strapped to their sides
We ran into a shop
And bought guns on the spot
All with Mickey's money...he's a mouse of a man
Mickey squeeks we're going to ruff you up
As Goofy holds up the cuffs
And Donald says something we can't understand
We had a shoot out
With cap guns no doubt
After all Disney runs a safe place
Ran out of caps in our guns
Which stopped our lives on the run
The wrath of Mickey we all now would face
After justice's hammer
I'm now back in the slammer
This time I made my own prison bed
Now I cry every day
What more can I say
With It's A Small World still stuck in my head
Aussie Flag o the Convict spawn
Under this flag we fought for sure,
defending Pommy gits and more,
defending of our nation,
in murderous situations,
tween Afghans and the Boer...
we'd run it up the old flagpole,
fluttered there our heart and soul,
the Aussies are on station,
the convict spawn relation,
adventure is our goal,
you step on us we will step on you,
careful how you treat us blue,
right cross to the snotter too,
in a stirry situation,
the Aussies and the Kiwis saw,
that we were cannon fodder for,
pommy overlords of nations,
respect for them no never when,
we spearheaded Tobruk and Alamein,
less pommy casualties to frame,
colonial extermination...
Don Johnson
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ACFGr3G1In8
I killed a man. Took his life, he lives no more.
Watching his lifeless body, prone, lying on the floor.
How should I feel? So many emotions fill my brain.
It was so quick, just one blow removed him from this plane.
Murder! just a word but the act itself carries such weight.
Such a heinous crime. It should be harder to seal one's fate.
I always prided myself with being a person of fine moral standing.
To hold onto my freedom, forged in the fires of Hades, I was demanding.
From debtors prison to transportation.
Betrayed by the government of my beloved nation.
Shipwrecked and marooned before arrival.
I set my mind to my very survival.
The secrets of my past internment, this Galoot threatened to expose.
Blackmail, extortion, to seal his lips with the truth only he knows.
Now the manacles which once bound my hands and feet,
replaced by fetters on my conscience, shackled by my grievous deed.
To the gallows I will never submit or succumb.
My freedom bought with luck, misfortune and bitterly won.
Flee again I must. Yet another new life I will secure.
I will leave my mark on this land, for my generations to procure.
Life behind these bars
My recidivistic chained lounge;
I bonded with loneliness
At will - My frail wrist
Scarred by the bangle of guilt -
Chaste from birth but now guilty
"Death by the rope" - is
My price for dis-innocence
I embraced it well like wraith
Of though fear might flee
Justice will kill me tonight
And I'll whiff peace through my death
Bang!!! Off goes the bong
The call for my end i think;
Broody pangs aches me aloud
As the crowd barracks
Sully smile stained their faces
Spits, Sticks, sands and stones were thrown
Inside the foyer -
My doers came with blindfolds -
Glow of darkness beholds me,
Farewell my best friends;
Crickets, flies and mosquitos
I'd hear chirps and buzz no more
I'd be dead real soon
But no one knows my reason
For crime - no one ever cares!
Now, freedom will walk
To criminals' tomb for peace
Just for my son's sake
Defending my blood
Was all i did - Just a blow
On the chest and death took him..
For this single sake
I'll die so that i can live
The gallow awaits my scrag
WE HAVE AN"IDEA ABOUT BEING "FAIR"! WE STAND AGAINST BIGOTRY,HATE,RACISM,ETHINIC CLEASINING,FACISM,AND ANY FORM OF "HATE" AGAINST A "FELLOW HUMAN BEING"!!! WHO SHOULD BE CONVICTED OF NOT STANDING AGAINST RACISM AND "HATE"? THOSE WHO DO NOT STAND AGAINST RACISM VERBALLY AND SAY IT IS A ENEMY OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA SHOULD BE BARRED FROM HOLDING ANYKIND OF PUBLIC OFFICE. CAN THIS BE THE POEM THAT WILL "EXONERATE" OR CONVICT "PRESIDENT DONALD TRUMP,AND HELP HIM TO BE IMPEACHED FOR TRYING TO DIVIDE THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA? IMPEACHMENT: YES? NO? DEMOCRACY SAVED THROUGH THE GRACE OF THE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY! THOSE IN MOST DEMOCRATIC SOCIETIES "LOVE "DEMOCRACY"!!!!DEMOCRACY "TEACHES"
AND TEACHES OVER,AND OVER AGAIN THAT 'US'......"ALL" KNOW......NO MATTER WHAT OUR RACE,COLOR,OR CREED,WE ARE "VERY MUCH VALUED"BY A DEMOCRATIC SOCIETY!!!! DEMOCRACY HAS MOST OF "THE POWER" TO SUCCEED,AND BRING ABOUT PROSPERITY IN THE POOREST FAMILY THAT IS IN NEED!WHOM ADVISED DONALD TRUMP TO CUT BACK ON SCHOOL TEACHERS,AND "EDUCATING IN OUR DEMOCRATIC NATION?WAS IT A CRIMINAL WHOM DONALD TRUMP EMPLOYED?DEMOCRACY'S GOAL IS ONLY TO PLEASE ALL OF THE RACES THAT IT IS COMPOSED OF,AND HAS COME TOGETHER TO MAKE THIS PLACE "THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA""". THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA IS "EVERY "RACE"!!!! CAN CHINA SAY THAT? LET US LOVE. DO NOT BE AFRAID OF LOVING TO MUCH. LOVE IS THE FULFILLING OF THE LAW!!DEMOCRACY FULFILLS A NEED TO PLEASE ITS PEOPLE WHOM DEMOCRACY REPRESENTS!!! DEMOCRACY DELIVERS "IMPEACHMENT WITH PUNISHMENT FOR THOSE WHO WILL NOT STAND AGAINST BIGOTRY,RACISM,HATRED,ETHINIC CLEANING!!! IMPEACHMENT IS THE JUSTICE FOR THE MAN WHO WILL NOT STAND AGAINST RACISM,HATRED,DISCRIMINATIUON ,AND IS IN A LEADERSHIP POSITION. LOVE,FRIENDSHIP,PASSION,EMPATHY MUST CONTINUE TO BE THE BUILDING BLOCK FOR ANY DEMOCRACY,ALONG WITH JUSTICE!WHO IS A PAWN ,AND WILL NOT STAND AGAINST RACISM,BIGOTRY,HATRED,AND IS IN A LEADERSHIP POSITION? PRAY! AMEN.
I used 2 think I know what I wanted out of my confused soul/
I want not what I have ,I want what I never had/
I want my time 2 stop, yet it still continues 2 go/
I strive 2 be good but almost always end up in the bad/
Livin in this American Struggle I was once happy, now seems like Im forever sad/
Im a man of values and peace but find myself in corruptness and fights/
In prison I had many dark days and very few bright nights/
No matter how wrong I was I am still 100% right/
Im searchin for inner peace but find myself so self-conflicted/
I want this but rather have that, Im so self-contradicted/
I find my heart fightin lovely thingz my soul so badly hated/
I want 2 be normal but find my talents by so many overrated/
I find it so easy 2 forsake that I rarely myself ever forgive/
My mind wants 2 die while my heart still wants to live/
I want to be recognized that I go unnoticed and lose track of the real me/
So I came 2 a concept of appreciating the fact that Im now free/
Now I just want to kick back an be me....
He thought it was the perfect crime,
But now, alas, he’s doing time.
For Susan’s Time contest
A Convict on the Loose
By Elton Camp
It was eight o’clock and we’d settled for the night
But little traffic was passing so our street was quiet
One of our favorite movies was just about to begin
When Eye Witness News abruptly came breaking in
“It’s a serious announcement that we interrupt to tell.
A convicted murderer has just broken out from his cell.
He was seen heading for the residential neighborhood,
He has sworn that to escape he’d do anything he could.”
The newsman explained he was dangerous and armed
And that, while escaping, two people he had harmed
“We don’t want too much the public to disconcert,
But everyone should remain cautious and on alert.”
My wife and then exchanged some worried glances
“I’ll check the doors. There’s no use taking chances.”
The doors were locked and all seemed secure to me
So I walked back to the family room to watch TV
The old movie had just barely gotten underway
When a noise at the door a presence did betray
The unexpected sound made me cringe with fear
After dark, nobody to our house should come near
It’s got to be the evil criminal they warned about.
Of that scary fact, I didn’t have the least doubt
To the door it would be extremely foolish to go
I felt a sense of total terror beginning to grow
I lifted the receiver and quietly dialed 911
“Send a policeman to our house on the run!
It’s just awful how dangerous this is sounding.
As on our back door a vicious man is pounding.”
Very soon, there was a siren and a flashing light
Outside our door we heard yelling and a fight
A bullhorn called, “We have caught the crook.
Now please come on outside and take a look.”
On the ground, hands cuffed behind his back,
Was our next door neighbor, young Joe Black
The man was angrily cursing and having a fit
“To warn of danger I came. This is what I get.”
Many months ago, a man from Middleton moved to,
A province of vices and soured delinquencies
Where dreams remain dreams
And reality seems unnatural
Like angels and demons in a guileful romance
Few months ago, a young enforcer was stationed
At the city of madness where reason has no reason
To be a reason, the city stood on a wild-wind bedlam!
Moans, groans and squeals were bedtime songs
That cradles everyone to sleep
The man from Middleton, my dad, a conformist preacher
A norm embedding parson passing creeds
From his forefathers to me, the enforcer, his seed -
He is the pioneer of my creation
An astute fellow to the bone
I live his air and breath his life
Just like him, I'm never pliant
Wrong is wrong and right is right
'No matter whose ox is gored'
That I've learnt, I've mastered and revered
*********************
One daring day, amid vast numbers of outlaws
A dare-devil hooped into the enforcer's bay
His face was masked with effronteries of crime
And calmly, he strolled to a safe like he owns it -
An enforcer skirmishes him halfway to the safe-room
But was overpowered and subdued with a deadly choke
And within the barriers of life and death
The man from Middleton who seeks the well being
Of his son; the son staring and clinging to deaths' strings
He man took a baseball bat and hit his head
And when the outlaw charged,
He hit him with a blow on the chest
And the outlaws' soul flee the earth
But he did something extraordinary'
He repeatedly clubbed his remains to mutilation
"Father, you just killed a man"
****************
I've sworn to you to solemnly uphold
Your sacred transferals in me as my ethical fealty
In which laws aren't dared but held in esteem,
My call to the Force was like that of a messiah
You knew that just like I too - very well;
"For if there was a crime, damn all involved and
Make the call asap" these were your words -
Your norm, my belief, a practical now -
When guilt smolders his old face
I grabbed the phone and thumbed 911...
Guilty?
The judge lied.
The whole world is
Guilty of my guilt now;
One down
My son
Could not speak
Because he knows
That my innocence rays
Like sun
This place
Holds nothing
Like my city -
Like sinners paradise
I'm in
The bars,
Walls and fence
Doesn't make the jail
The feeling that you're there
Makes it
Prison,
Survival
Ain't for the weak
To live you'd have to seek
It here
These years
Diaries,
Newfangled thought...
My life seems distorted
And gone.
Waiting
For my last
Days as tenant
Of the damned and silenced
To come...
The Last convict
I sit in the front yard it has a high fence that
make the privacy intense I have created
a prison and now it is too late.
I see the top of a Cypress it looks like
a Christmas tree blowing in a bad tempered
Nordic wind. I think I will go to Norway this
year, mother died at that time and I hope it
will snow, overcast and rain make me sad in
a way that is morbid. I will bring her flowers
and I will cry, she was a lousy housewife but
a great mother. In the chair next to me sits
loneliness and says: so this was your dream
to flee, find freedom yet shackled to the past.
You will die alone not as a whisper in the wind
and you will not be on the plane going north