Best Felonious Poems
THE PROTECTOR OF THE UNAWARE
In the great hall walls sung with gold
Silk threads reflect the free fed fires
Stoked high to chase the brutal cold
From listeners as they crowded round
The winter nights wrapped round the thoughts
Of raging bold and timid weak
For in the starkness dark has bought
There is a time for Truth tho bleak
When hearts lie fallow with the fields
Awaiting musty earth's spring call
Tis time for dwelling in the past
And staunchly facing life's downfalls
Sometimes there stands a heartless man
Who forced a virgin maid astray
Fails to regret felonious act
That crushed her blooming life that day
But in the dead of winter's nights
When sleep flies shattered with the storm
The man without a conscience bite
Is grabbed as terrors round him swarm
Face of the lovely soiled—beguiled--
Sways not his faithless heart of stone
But fear that swallows light from stars
Swirls horror-- brands him man alone
No faithless heart cares where it cuts
No brutal lies attempt a balm
But vengeance blows upon the winds
To right the path of careless wrong
Sweet treasured is proud Nature’s prize
She guards the simple hearts born pure
Tragic to her when anguish cries
Sees evil treats them as obscure
Sweet are the innocent of earth
Fragile their hearts and tragic cares
They have a champion, though unknown--
Protector of the unaware
Victoria Anderson-Throop ©
1/1/13
Deity
Definition: a God, God like, Goddess, or a holy person
I am a deity
When it comes to poetry
So, please think carefully before you speak to me
Like, Langston Hughes “I am the dream holder”
Lyrical soldier
I hold dreams in this pen
Then unleash them on paper
Make comedy into tragedy
Like the great works of Shakespeare
Over coming heartache like Maya Angelou
Who was raped when she was seven years old
Stopped talking for years
All she felt was pain and tears
Learned five languages
And now has so much to say
Thanks to Robert Frost I know “Nothing gold can stay”
So, what are Wordsworth?
“The perfect woman”
In my eyes, but miscalculating
So sad, like Tupac “Sometimes eye cry”
Because I’m only human
With an immortal soul
A god upon men so, let the truth be told
I am a Deity
Like Zeus, or Hercules
Studied philosophies like Socrates
I walk amongst human beings like an entity
A divinity so can you see?
I’m just trying to be me
Lazarus was Jesus’ friend
Until the end
But couldn’t live with the guilt
I am the foundation on which empires are built
A coliseum I suppose
The stomping ground of a 1000 dead poet’s souls
No one knows my full potential
Something like Michael Angelo’s 16th Chapel
But, I’m here to stay
“A great life, is a long life lived”’
Like Confucius say
Felonious competition is no threat to me
One day you’ll understand, that I am a Deity
Freida's fluent flaunt flew
foul for fraudulent frame
Foiable folly find fickled
fiction for fame
Followers forgo fodder for
Figurheads fiendish fraud
Friends frantic Finance'
feud for fishy forlorn
Formidable formal flatterer
flamboyant fit for flippant
Flirtatious flaunt for frivolous
frisky freaks
Finding friendly faces frustrate
futiles futures
Futuristic fruition from
felonious feigns foundation
(entered into "Anything Goes " contest)
"The Real World"
what you gonna do
when your world
is wrapped up in love
and all you've loved
taken away from you,
a hollow heart remains
an empty vacuum
the implosion,
of all you've loved
taken down the
black rabbit hole;
we were never the same
species, you and I,
we never were;
the smaller truth stolen
by the fallen, poisonouS;
Spider transfigures
into Snake,
boxing gloves on,
the soft satin punched
blue bird inside, wrong;
riding quills caged -
yet the true convicted,
now free ride takes
all of the memories
and time that should
have been yours;
another felonious
story written,
dreams buried
dreams tortured,
the real truth unseen,
bruised, rots away poetically;
what you gonna do
when your world
is wrapped up in love
and your eyes
are blind from all
the false light
hissing out,
around you
deflated corporeality
sucked up
in the endless
nightmare
of the real world,
no longer loving
the real lie
that is a fellon’s
camouflaged
world
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
Halloween approaches ...
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Homemade dungeons spirit up through governmental finance. An alone home to the flight risk, trial sick, authoritative kind. So much time now spent hitting the rewind to come upon the never wanted find inside the attested mind. A proven confinement to so many of 21st century are designed to be low level offended and less related to all of mankind. Circumstantial evidence is assigned to take down this kind.
Rights never amended, as the felonious records are drug offended. Inside the gang life is blended. Friendships are far from being mended. Instead many lives are ended. A never before scene of the wrongfully accused and had been at the criminology since the age of thirteen. There is no remedy for this no vaccine. Most are pumped up and made into a machine who love the daily clink routine.
Orange jumpsuits scatter the yard. Once a slip arrives they’ll pull your card. Heated from the mentality built throughout the year. Constantly lying awake at night not knowing what to fear. Is death near? Corrupt guards take aim with fear in the name but then the high paid lawyer shifts it to a high octane gear. This will definitely give the prosecutor something to fear. The facts are straightened now it’s time to finally steer.
The man in the mirror once publicly crucified humiliated inside, and tried never dabbled in that attack. Yet he still caught all of the flack. Hundreds of nights spent on the uncomfortable nightmarish rack. But here then comes the judge as the least fortunate try to resolve with the new found fact. Leaving here is all he wanted with his freedom and dignity intact. The stands were pact, the jury deliberates, not guilty, evidence not filthy, the gavel tolls, can this be all so real? This is the sound of the governmental deal trying to lay hate to determine one’s fate then to be sealed.
As we departed for a long journey,
My heart punned with jocundity,
Had heard a lot about its beauty,
But didn’t know, will ‘be welcomed so haughtily,
As I propelled on non-native soil,
It seemed so preposterously royal,
Still there, ah I missed my home,
Oh where I could fearlessly roam,
Where the noise of rickshaws,
It seems so soothing the way it draws!
Where we wait for that oily heavy breakfast,
While licking my fingers I bet! I in contrast!
They pour so oil in them that would‘ve surpassed
The oil in deep ocean … that America cast!
They call east is submerged into Spirituality’s aptness
No but it is more traditional I say, tooting my profoundness!
Here nobody would be bothered if found felonious,
But if disobeyed family, would be considered vicious.
I’m telling you about the preciousness of my land,
About the norms people engulf, in my homeland,
We gather now and then to celebrate,
The loves we give each other, make us grate,
In my home, neighbors are never left alone,
Such a hospitality inn! Greeted as are our own
Girls wear the shirts, better shawled,
Which west calls modest but I say,
These are the values, in which they are mold,
These are our norms practiced since Islam borne!
Please don’t turn over from its today’s view
it still is the paradise though dark, I construe!
O writer! Your quill quivers in its mark!
As a light shines in the gathering dark
While people struggle towards some vision
To attest them truths is your sole mission.
In prose and in poem may you reveal
Festering lies and felonious deals
Despite those who censor please persevere
Your ink is the ichor your foes fear!
Banishment is a writer's objective
By this we know our foes were attentive
By their displeasure our work is measured
And one day our toil is truly treasured.
Take up your quills and prepare to question
The quest for truth is a path to heaven.
I am a whisper
I am a warning
I am the Man in the Moon
I am a secret
I am a sinner
I am an ominous tune
I am a flicker
I am a failure
I am an unrealized dream
I am a poet
I am a patient
I am a suppressed scream
I am a burden
I am a bystander
I am a felonious battle
I am quiver
I am quandary
I am a curt death rattle
I am a mirage
I am a mantis
I am a silent imposition
I am a shadow
I am a shortcoming
I am a glaring omission
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In what way shall I improvise myself?
Shall I memorize the first way I felt?
And my origin from West Africa
Through the European landing in hell?
Jelly with a honeysuckle belly
Make it catch like rhythm that unfolds
Unremembering the hell til it tells me
Live like I act like a story untold.
Ragtime Naptown bands in syncopation
Dixieland Creole bred pause for the cause
Sax make it take it banjo behave it
Clarinet trombone tuba and guitar
String bass and pluck mashing in your face
Swing like I tap dance on boogie shaped clouds
Ella King Vaughn touch it fast then it shake
Mean as a blues song on turn it up now.
Then I gain recognition streams freed me
On to an atonal sound without bop
And I'm not in any definite key
Remembering not remember locks.
Within the cankerous catacombs of the slaving still
Where torrential tears fall like rumbling rain
As the decomposed dust gets its felonious fill
And sanctioned sorrows receive their parasitic pain
Where dichotomous dreams destroy the nightly nest
And slumberous souls reminisce their restless rest
As the Dragon turns to breathe its bereaving breath
For all that abandonedly await for its defunctive death.
July.20.2016
Two Stanzas - Two Only - Poetry Contest
By Broken Wings
rhyming scheme abab ccdd
In the abbey lived Friar McFunk,
Who pounded piano while drunk,
But to pay for his rye,
Was caught robbing the tythe,
Now they call him Felonious Monk.
admittely i am one treasonous cat
and people everywhere had better take note
i ain't no republican nor democrat
and i don't see any reason for phools to vote
listen up people,
politics are a plague perceived of by desperate men
folks who sold themselves out fora few sheckles or less
and i must confess Jefferson and Franklin, quite frankly, were all fu**ed up
they dictated this declaration that declared us free to pursue our independence
but in the parenthesis they lasciviously limited our liberties
then there are those conventions that follow conventions conceived of by phools
and i'd appreciate it if someone could explain their rules
because conventions are circuitous circuses minus three rings and decorum
a most useless and absurd forum
they do, however, contain clowns that pour out of tiny little cars
and reveal a sick society's scars
they are meetings for a faction of felonious freaks who foist phoolishness on phools in places like Philly that are simply silly
or elsewhere
as they run around willy nilly casting votes akin to a fishing rod aimed at a pitiful pond
well there ain't no flounder in Philly or anywhere else as far as i am concerned
whilst i have been more than twice burned
and methinks the the fishing really stinks
while their constituents constitute a confusing array of idiots who idealize con-artists
men and women who treat candidates like they are Hollywood stars
well if you ask me Jennifer Anniston would make a pretty good prez
says me
she's got the curves for congress, the sexiness for the senate
and tempting t*ts that would make her perfect for a titular head of state
now, have i stated my case to your satisfaction?
so you can stand in line to vote for one of these assh*les
alas as for me i'd rather vote for Jennifer or someone of her kind
i'm sick of your Clintons, Bushes and Bobby Doles
and take this for the Gospel as preached by the undersigned
(c) 2012....PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
The collaboration between the street and the Y2K mutants had commenced. These 8o’s baby’s filled the night’s air with green lite smoke, and choked back opiate related dreams from white coat masters. These were the city trolls. Forced to bend to society’s creation, of the new crazed sensation. Symbolic doses, hit the millennial air, as many become ready to hallucinate the night away, with a love for everything once ignored. Now the new age scene has turned many into fossilized poppers. As the years trickled away, the rotted souls, which were bought and sold, helped to build up treacherous narcotics related, public sedated, stick-up kids. Stuck with felonious tactics, many became devious. This was now the new age past-time. It was debauchery fitted and fallen into the midnight hour.
Madness was now shared, among those celled up with bites taken out of the family’s love. Years wrinkle into the fold of existence, as the drug fiend and high and mighty pushers create tactics to have pockets full of presidential green backs. These buckeye babies were now renegades forming freelance robbery hits from city to city. This was excitement for the ages. Their dopamine rushed out onto resurrected pipes, as bloody needle points were beginning to fornicate the blue passage. Now underground these were the people infected by thrown away existence. Authors of their own free-lanced hell. A swollen deviation tears threw, like a wicked witch twister. Now crucified by the same authoritative empire they once tried to live by. No longer will family love be embezzled, nor will they be upheld to hear the cruel-hearted deepest sold-off cries.
She was a hearty lady
Who sailed the silent seas
Born to drift across the deep
Always alive with sails set to brave
The stormiest waters
The sapphire sprays that wet her sails
And promised to dispel all dread
From Blackbeard’s plans
She was strong and sailed
On waves both tumultuous and rough
Abiding her time in the depths
Of a sea alive with fresh dreams
And feelings of courage and extreme
Anguish felt by the broken seafarers
Blackbeard would take all his trophies
With this beauty named Queen Anne’s Revenge
Giving into the forces of a nature packed
With absolute evil it would seem
In the heart of Blackbeard, there would be
No remorse or regret
Only the assurance that he was
Felonious on the high seas
A wicked villain who only knew
The way of the lawless
A pirate notorious for his ways
A Noteworthy Ship Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
October 17, 2021
Jinxed jesting jejune junior jobber...
just jabbering gibberish (A - I)
Again, another awkward ambitious
arduous attempt at alphabetically
arranging atrociously ambiguously
absolutely asinine avoidable alliteration.
Because...? Basically bonafide belching,
bobbing, bumbling, bohemian beastie boy,
bereft bummer, bleeds blasé blues, begetting
bloviated boilerplate bildungsroman,
boasting bougainvillea background.
Civil, clever clover chomping, cheap
chipper cool cutthroat clueless clodhopper,
chafed centenary, codifies communication
cryptically, challenging capable, certifiably
cheerful college coed.
Divine dapper daredevil, deft, destitute,
doddering, dorky dude, dummkopf Dagwood
descendent, dagnabbit, demands daring
dedicated doodling, dubious, dynamite,
deaf dwarf, diehard doppelganger, Doctor
Demento double, declaring depraved
daffy dis(pense)able dufus Donald Duck
derailed democracy devastatingly defunct.
Eccentric, edified English exile,
effervescent, elementary, echinoderm
eating egghead, Earthling, excretes,
etches, ejaculates, effortless exceptional
emphatic effluvium enraging eminent,
eschatologically entranced, elongated
elasmobranchii, emerald eyed Ebenezer,
effectively experiments, emulates epochal
eczema epidemic, elevating, escalating,
exaggerating enmity, enduring exhausting
emphysema.
Freed fentanyl fueled, fickle figurative
flippant fiddler, fiendishly filmy, fishy,
fluke, flamboyantly frivolous, fictitious,
felonious, fallacious, fabulously fatalistic,
flabbergasted, fettered, flustered, facile,
faceless, feckless, financially forked,
foregone, forlorn futile fulsome, freckled
feverish, foo fighting, faulty, freezing,
fleeting famously failing forecaster, flubs
"FAKE" fundamental fibber fiat, fabricating
fiery fissile fractured fios faculties.