Best Crammed Poems

William Bonny AKA Billy The Kid
A Tale Of Billy The Kid
By Robert Gorelick

“Quien esta?”

Bang!  It’s over, 
you’re a legend now, 
Billy.

Born in Hell’s Kitchen...

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In nineteen forty four on the third of September
Is a date in my mind that I'll always remember
It was the date of the last train...

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the injustice of
the powder blue box
standing proudly
on the corner of
fifty-seventh and fifth

A symbol of division
extending the partition
between wealth and
everyone else

back around the way
the old shabby
half...

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He kept a small room
he wasn’t in it very often
but it was there and he knew it
it was safe

for though life had opened roads
that needed...

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(Chorus)
You think you've got swagger but really you hobble,
you've got the jet lagger and you're drunk so you wobble,
don't start on me mate 'cus I...

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Five miles of neatly spaced suckered palm planted 
Bustling promenade,
Not withstanding a provincial cafe-culture 
Of restaurants and exciting little bars,
Enhance upon regal elegance of the...

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Ah, to this land of the monsoons
or should it have been the sunsoons? 
Yet for frozen land tourists, a tropical hot boon.

Where bullock carts, stray...

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It was really a simple thing
Four chains holding a large plank 
Suspended from the ceiling
A big blue swing

Summer at its peak
Heat touching 45 degrees
Cousins all...

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Cluttering above huddled rooftops
Of sprawling villages 
And shy provincial towns;
Rising sharply amidst swooping
Declinations;
Hesitating when gathering at the
Tangled woodland perimeters of
Outlying greenland bounds,
Jostled apex ridges detach...

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Now and Then
I’m writing you in cursive script
Despite computer minded folk
And cell phones where you always spoke 
You’re looking at a clock instead
All other sites...

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War Heroes
 
Between black wheel tarmac
the crossing reflects a figure in polished paint
at the stagger of his old loose feet
crosses the barrier of traffic
with the...

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To the wild overgrown garden
of my age crammed mind
I keep returning, thirsting for
the nectar of neglected nights,
when moonlight shone in vain,
searching for scattered words
among the...

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Here we go again,
I’ll have to count to ten,
It’s Christmas time once more,
Christmas songs ‘n every store.

It’s bound to cost a mint
It’s gunna make me...

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“I've learned some INCREDIBLELY valuable lessons that have been crammed into a two week period. The biggest one was: NEVER expect for someone to appreciate...

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Around that table, picture the scene
Self appointed leaders if you know what I mean
What were the topics on the Agenda that day
The Jewish race is...

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