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...

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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 of myself

A cowgirl whose nose is out of joint
A different smell than others have
My green eyes are a glory to...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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He thought it was the perfect crime,
But now, alas, he’s doing time.

For Susan’s Time contest...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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