Best Dead To Rights Poems
Several moons ago, I caught someone
Dead to rights, without him noticing
I was just yards away as he
Clamped a nasty car note down
With my windshield wiper; all because
I unknowingly took the parking spot he wanted.
Really mean things written in the note
I still vividly remember...
"_my_, you bastard"
"next time, show some respect!"
Before walking into his car to leave,
I gently tapped him on the shoulder
And startled him half to death!
Eyeball to eyeball, we froze in realization;
We aren't total strangers!
Oh wow, we live just 3 blocks apart!
I handed the note back saying...
"I've read it. I don't need it anymore"
Then I walked away, resisting the urge
To unleash a torrent of contumely on him
I felt angry and offended,
But the thought of someday
Returning the favor never crossed my mind
I chose to believe he was simply
Having a bad day. Besides, I could tell
He was stressed and felt bad when I turned
To look back at him seconds after walking away.
It is tough taking the high road, forgiving vitriol
Directly at you, but I felt free doing so, thanks to God.
I pray that God continues to help him the same way, too.
The High Road Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Regina McIntosh
Date written: 10/23/2021
*vulgar words deleted on purpose*
You made Death grumble, boy
He not pleased that a little squirt like you got away
He had you choking on your mama's apron strings,
with that foolhardy, playful dare you made
Said you was gonna cross Bim Argut's field,
and you wasn't scared of his menacing sign
Hope that pretty young thing you were trying to impress,
comes to your funeral in her best Sunday dress
"No Trespassing" is what the rusted, buck shot at, sign said
"Private Property," so that means you better stay off
You can leave walking,
or you can leave being carried away on your back dead
Yeah, Death thought he had you, little bugger
Had you in Bim's gunsight, but he didn't squeeze the trigger right
Even after you turned tail and ran,
Bim was still trying to hit you with his bad arthritic right hand
Just missed you,
Grim Reaper thought he had you
Dead to rights, you was almost his
At that distance how did he miss ...
with a 20-gauge shotgun, even a blind man
could've gave you a silver pellet kiss
Maybe your big friend from on high helped you,
if he did, I don't know why
You ain't nothing but a troublemaker,
a short life is written in the stars
You won't live long enough
to raise glasses in honky-tonk bars
Now gon' run back to your papa
in your blue jeans with the brown backside
Yeah, run back to your mama
in your white sneakers with the yellow streak,
like you done cried
Death's gonna get you one day,
everybody knows that Death don't play
Yeah, Death's gonna get you someday,
so you better start learning how to pray
If I could get another chance
Another walk
Another dance with him
I stand in a stance and glance at him with a frown
and knock him down to the ground while he turned around
How I'd love love love
To dance with my father again
If by dance you mean abusing, using all my might
to fight it seems confusing, because you don’t know the sight
of riding home at night,
after flying kites with your dad,
and pickin clovers
then gettin pulled over
“Geeze dad, what’d you do bad?”
“Please don’t be mad, I can honestly promise I’m sober”
I looked over my shoulder
and saw red-blue lights
they had him dead-to-rights.
Guess he won’t me tuckin me in bed tonight.
Dueling Americans
love drawing blood from a distance
Crossing swords with their dogma guns ...
a test of mettle:
Who will bow first
to the pressure building in their lungs
Bipedal zip-lip back-to-back walkers,
bivalve mollusk closed-minded talkers
Fifty paces then turn...
make a quick trigger decision
Taste the iron-cooper burn,
mortician diagnosis: it's a dead mute condition
Mouths kept shut to the mounting evidence,
metal defense always gives the final argument
Bicameral battles in a dark, backroom alley
Congressional blood feud,
never count the bullet-riddled body bag tally
Some wink, nod and non-verbal say
there’s no need to do a single gun violence study
Their lead belly reasoning
is that sidearm pals are a goodfella’s best buddy
In a courtyard bar hall fight,
the fastest finger can make the call dead to rights
Trigger hand-to-trigger hand combat;
getting pistol whipped on Capitol Hill,
give the fact-deficient citizens voter brain concussion
Create a comatose public forum —
put a cap in any crazy talk
of having calm, common sense gun-control discussion
American deer hunters
barrel tell the Bambi does to keep their mouths closed
Silence of the clams
Shut the trap-doors, shutter the transparency window
Money talks ... silence of the clams
No one to legislate protect the little lambs,
what happened to the mighty pen battering rams?
Only pimped-out politician whores
working for Daddy Rich Uncle Sam
Sound byting their tongues from shore-to-shore,
lip-synching parrot style on video cam
Silence of the clams ... money talks,
pearl handles guard the robber barons’ bank vaults
Money talks ... silence of the clams
In a gun-toting realm,
the baddest hip-slingers dragon walk
Breathing fire from the barrel,
yellow-taped pavements outlined in chalk
Dueling Americans
are always bullet quick on the ballot draw,
targeting all real challengers from a rifle scope distance
Gun spray silent, smoking scarlet wisps
of violent intentions fired at any radical vocal resistance
When our muse ignites
verse that excites
then you have us
dead to rights—
We are poets!
I was moving down an access trail
in my favorite Pennsylvania game land,
heading towards and open meadow,
near which I’d set up a tree stand.
Then came a rustling from some bushes thick,
a buck shot out at lightning speed,
I reached for my gun, but he was gone,
through dense forest the buck did flee.
I was stunned by this strange happening,
for a buck to have gotten so near
to a human walking in plain sight,
it should have been skittish, hiding in fear.
Then exploding from that same thick brush,
came a petite and seething form,
she fixed a pair or rabid eyes on me,
shook once with anger, and then she roared:
“You stupid fool! I had that awesome deer,
all lined up for the kill in my sights!
If it weren’t for the sound of your footsteps,
I would have had that buck dead-to-rights!”
I instinctively bristled at her sharp tone,
snapped,”Forgive me for walking a public trail.
Maybe if you had a stand, weren’t mucking ’round,
you would have seen more than that deer’s trail.”
She roared,”And maybe if you had half a brain,
you’d be able to pick out my ground blind!
Took me days to find their bedding space,
now all of that is just wasted time!”
I yelled,”If you really do have a blind there,
I would have to stay that I was impressed.
But I’m so damn mad I wouldn’t say so,
even if it’s camouflaged with the best!”
She screamed,”And I’m so pissed, I won’t say ‘thank you,’
even though I worked for this so very hard.
How could I accept a compliment
from a fool who sends deer running far?
“And I certainly couldn’t appreciate
That pristine rifle, that cowboy gun,
owned by some rookie who makes too much noise,
who scotches up my shot and hunt!”
I laughed. “And I clearly can’t ogle at
the ancient bolt-action you’ve got there!”
She said,”And I would never tell a greenhorn
that my gramps once used it to hunt bear!”...
CONCLUDES IN PART II
Dead To Rights
Was found dead to rights
As I conformed days and nights
All within my sights.
Jim Horn
Poet and Philosopher
Watching Abe Lincoln
Movie on TV.
Such peaceful ways are now exhausted and on the rise. Superpowers cart off all the cries. As the once born freedom fighters retaliate with hard spoken, wisely chosen opinionated confession. The mind creeper ex Libertine lets off a deep expression. It has come for the meek to teach all an underground lesson. Messages arise from the profound range of unspoken steadily broken chains. The people the people take to the community steeple and start to let it rain.
A hold on the once amended past. A bond will test if the authoritative reign will last. The dreams of brighter days can now come into play. The lawless is deeply rooted. The once scared are now recruited. This established mind is always been predestined to be diluted. Disillusion snakes through governmental procedure. Then a dead to rights bill is crafted to now again belief her.
The forgotten queen has been uplifted. Unearthed from the cold and strongly gifted. Myths have never looked this good. The elite bow out and are now the misunderstood. This is something the grand alliance could and should have always created. The less fortunate are the new iron heart aided and never again will be overrun or understated. Insidious minds now never have the strength to deceive because they will get dealt with and raided.
a single glance from God blinds a billion evil eyes
a single glance from God binds and breaks a billion lies
demons doomed to die where angels...like flames of fire...learn to fly
down in the depths and up in the sky are a million signs and wonders
forgiven and forgotten are mad mistakes and badness blunders
i sleep in peace and slumber cause His thoughts are like thunder and lightning flows from His lips...vengeance and fury surge through His fingertips
i slide into sin and i slip...
a single glance from God puts an end to that terrible trip
a single glance from God ignites a holy holocaust...like firebirds rise from ashes and sinners
get blood bought
dead to rights and caught red handed...marked and branded
satan makes the truth seem slanted
still salvation seeds get planted...soon tall towers reaching heaven
enemies come united but flee in 7 million different directions
with His power and protection...the divinity hammer drops
a single glance from God makes death and devistation stop
a single glance from God puts bad men on their knees...while they're praying for forgiveness
He listens to their pleas
a single glance from God unmasks mad masquerades
those lions dressed as lambs...those predators turn to pray
a single glance from God scans the bottom to the top...from the vallies filled with violence to the mansion mountain homes
a single glance from God turn false halos into horns
no bird or beast can fake it
a single glance from God is all it really takes
We had him dead to rights, Herman and I.
On his lips was a smear of blueberry pie.
That bulldog is guilty as sin, we both agreed.
Behind his back, while he carefully peed.
Let’s get him to interrogation, Herman said.
He’s the detective, with a bit of hair of red.
I am Sergeant German, being a shepherd and all.
I thought that bulldog might break down and ball.
But no, he was tough, that little pie stealing squirt.
He was arrogant and haughty. He is a piece of dirt.
You are tough now, but you will eventually tell.
That little pug nosed ugly said “You go to hell!”
Detective Herman was mad now, I could see.
He had to run outside; pretending to pee.
I know the truth is that he wanted to cuff
Bulldog’s fat ears good and hard, no bluff!
This was the third pie that had been stolen this week.
From the window in our police kitchen without a squeak.
We were damned mad about having no pie.
I wanted to poke that bulldog really hard in the eye.
The boss told us finally to let the little weasel go.
It made me really hot, as you probably all know.
The next day we discovered a cat stealing a cherry pie.
So now I am less angry about the bulldog; guess you know why.
'Dead to Rights!'
'Dead to rights' says I love you, no 'deed' makes you mine!
Love's a gift born each second, there's no valentine,
no shared thought (need that's met) . There's no poem to write
or a dream one must hide. Love's a high-flying kite
with a breeze on its side: It's a meadowlarks' song!
How's a promise believed that would make right (what's wrong?)
Where's your proof God's not real, that our death's not a door,
that one's heart's not their soul, and our sky's not God's floor?
'Dead to rights' means I love you! Grant rhythms (sea's voice),
time-smashed rhymes (sun-bright shells) on a beach of our choice
which waves salt as they break, shells whose colors float soft
on white sea froth, in reach: motion's fragrance so waft
(through the air) it might teach a lost soul how to smile!
Are these dreams a mistake? Have I shipwrecked on guile?
May the freedom we live in suggest we're on track,
and the love that we treasure be, "I've got your back!"
KK7
January 17, 2023
I hear the roar of chariots
rumbling throughout the night
awakened from a sleep so deep
what I see gives me such fright
The weapons aimed at mankind
with symbols formed of colored lights
no human stands within their scope
their aim is dead to rights
My companions heart struck terror
has fallen there deceased
her husbands bones are crushed
but not from life released
The warriors outside assault the door
I have turned aside and fled
left the one thats broken
lying unconscious upon his bed
The signs are moving upon the air
they follow everywhere I run
their every touch upon a man
is a withered soul now done
From it's poison I keep running
I know to not look back
every living thing I've left behind
has died because of lack
Those who sought to help me
even these very ones have died
helped me make my escape
suffered death where they reside
I ran up a darkened mountain
fled into the nighted trees
there they gave me shelter
and from this terror frees
Thought I have about it's meaning
what insight lies within it's scope
humanity without protection
dying without any kind of hope
Here I found no answer
to evade or escape this dream
abruptly the spectre ended
nor found did I it's mean
COPYRIGHT © 2011 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
A seasoned cat burglar
climbs through
the kitchen window;
his eyes scanning
left, right, front, and back...
"Good, no one's home,"
or so he fought.
He tiptoes through the house,
going from room to room,
rummaging through drawers
and stuffing knick knacks
into an open backpack
he's wearing
in front.
Before long, he sees a shadow
appear on the wall;
someone's behind him.
As soon as he turns his head
for a look see...
"POW!"...knocked out, cold.
He came to...
a hulking blurry figure
standing over him....
"You came to the wrong house, and the cops are on their way!,"
the homeowner shouted.
Date written: 06/13/2021
Hello love
Thanks so much
For the new shoes
You've got me
Walkin' in
You know they say you can't
Judge a person
Til you've walked a mile
In theirs
My new ones fit just fine
Along with my new life
You have made me believe
Again
In myself
I love how you love me
And I am waiting patiently
On everything to come together
I have finally found you
After all these years
What's a few more minutes?
I love this life
And I want you in it
My days you enamorate
I feel I've found my fate
These things I am feeling
My mind is reeling
I've got you in my sights
I've got you dead to rights
Thank you baby
You make me so happy
I am never gonna wear out these shoes