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 in
ramshackle consumptive squalor,
New York’s crammed gang infected
rat-infested shacks 
and alleys.

Amid the iniquitous stench
of rot and the soul’s decay,
in a nation...

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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 to Auschwitz in Poland
From Westerbork transit camp in the Nederland.

The camp police and soldiers began kicking in doors
People were just...

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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 shingled house

was home to the
second hand charlie brown
size thirteen shoes

worn by
the size thirteen girl

sitting on the second
stair stoop

when she was...

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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 to be trodden
and he was often far away
his room was 
waiting for him

in it was his bookcase
teal blue stained wood
shelves...

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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 will bring trouble,
to put it into slang words I'm Barney Rubble.

(Verse)
I will ruffle trouble 
'cus I'm on another level
that bombs...

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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 dogs, horse carriages and cows
pedestrians, goats, bikes and rickshaws
scooters, trucks, motorbikes and cabs
all compete together in quirky medley of traffic...

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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 crammed hotels
Regency period style facades;
Their fashionable shadows slowly lifting and slowly falling
Across the lines of deferentially, slowly moving cars.

Trundling on...

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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 crammed up 
On a large blue swing

Listening to granny’s stories
The distant fan slowly whirring
Laughing and giggling at nothing 
On a...

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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 among
Themselves...
When habitually roused from early
Mornings
Newly awakened sounds.

Electrical milk floats whir and
Bustle around manna-strewn,
Cherry-blossomed streets;
Clinking bottles in blue
Plastic crates
Rattle in monotonous...

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There are many life species, on our planet
whose lives, are desperate and stressful
trying to cope with life, as we know it
dealing with strive, that is not normal

Humans have invented, this thing called money
which has created, the political economic system
that has never worked, for all life...

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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 are just as dead
But with my plume I let you know
So you can feel the silken flow
My passion with my...

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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 skint
And all for just one day
Please make it go away!

The wife’s all in a tizz
I’ve forgotten the Buck’s Fizz 
And...

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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 beacons conversation meaning nothing 
its flashing occupation signals his lolled neck stumbling
sucks the bottle for one last time
and forgets
 
Sighting...

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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 shadows of silence
urging myself to catch a whiff 
of her fragrant sensual scent
where distant memories linger
dripping from dew laden boughs.

Clinging...

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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 your heart! I won’t turn bitter because I’ve always enjoyed just doing what I can for others and more. God,...

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