Best Jailbird Poems
You locked yourself inside a hole
And you threw away the
Key
You got so lost in the bottle that you
Forgot just how to breathe
You're waiting for some saving grace
So you can fight off all your
Demons
But someday you'll have to save yourself
Before you drink yourself to
Death
You're the jailbird from next door
Who can't remember how
To fly
You're haunted by the monsters that destroyed
You as a child
Now your world is black with shadows
It's darker than a moonless sky
You howl at the stars and pray for the steady
Warmth of daylight
What you couldn't see was there were
Angels all around you
Waiting in the background till they could
See you with sober
Eyes
They would have taken you with open
Arms
They would have bandaged all your wounds
But to risk your unaffected pride?
That's unthinkable
To you
The truth is, you've become a vulture
You eat the heart out of
The good
You spit joy out like it's sour juice
And exchange happiness
For booze
And once again, you're on the edge
Ready to jump right off the
Cliff
Oh, jailbird, what will happen when there's no one
Left to break your fall?
And whatever happened to the boy I used
To know?
The one I believed was worth saving, whom
I thought could be saved?
You strayed from your cage for quite awhile
It looked like you had a chance
It turns out, you could barely stay afloat, so you just
Chose to drown
While you were knee-deep in quick sand, you
Could have gotten out by
Now
So you're packing up your bags, and
It's no doubt you'll have
To go
Even the luckiest black cats have had
To fight for their nine lives
You're down to the nubs of your nail-bitten soul
And the stakes are higher than ever
The next time you get up on top
Of that ledge
I hope it's because you've found the wings
So you can fly
Fierce Arctic blasts were but things of my past
Once I found romance in the south of France.
How could she entrance with one simple glance?
My lonely love fast was over at last.
No longer alone with wine of the Rhone
We shared fresh claret at the Blue Parrot,
Love, I declared it, for her hair carrot
With its golden tone banded with opal stone.
We traveled to Nice to visit my niece
At the Eden Roc and enjoyed sweet talk;
The sand shore we’d walk and watch sailors caulk.
Our joy had to cease when came the police.
I'd made my exit, a jailbird Brexit,
From a Finnish cell much too cold to tell.
It was love’s death knell as law tracked me well.
To be explicit, Finns caught this nitwit.
It is Arctic cold where I will grow old
My crimes to atone ‘til I’m skin and bone.
My heart lives alone with dreams of the Rhone
Where claret is sold; and your hand I hold.
1/30/2019
I'm in love with a jailbird, whether he committed the crime or not.
I hope that he realizes and never forgets that I really love him a lot.
If he were truly my man and asked me to wait for him I would,
Because I know when he gets out he will love me the way that he should.
Jail changes a boy, a man, a guy.
It has them dropping to one knee to pray and even cry.
As I write this, I wonder what he’s doing, I wonder how he is
I wonder if he knows that I will forever only be his.
I know that being a jailbird is one of his problems right now,
But I will be here when he gets out, on this I take a vow.
I would never do anything to hurt him, I love this man too much,
I will be a born again virgin until the day I feel his touch.
He should know that I will always love him with only a love that I can give
He will forever have my heart as long as we both shall live.
They say I should find me a man that'll take care of me,
but all I need is my jailbird, which they can't see.
They'll probably say that I have someone new and that'll be the word,
but forget what you may have heard, because
"I'm in Love With a Jailbird."
A Jailbird Cry”
Have you ever heard a jailbird cry
Its outer body is alive but its inner soul has died In several attempts it try to resuscitate its life
It tries and tries
But its heartbeat is faint and it no longer thrives to stay alive Agony is dressed all over its face
Life had been misplaced by its human mistakes
Mental notions of wishing to retrace those past dates
But its way to late
So the jailbird simmer in the heat of what has been placed on its plate Most just like to debate
But there is a few that can relate of how it got caged inside those gates There is no sweet sound only frowns crying out sorrow
Pushing through the calendar days in hopes of a brighter tomorrow Swallowing its grief to combat the undefeat of confinement Digesting all of its wrongs
Never crying the jailbird hums
Its liberating jailbird song
Have you ever heard a jailbird cry
It tries and tries but its soul just wont abide
There was an old dude lived in Syracuse
Went naked outdoors without an excuse
Got sent off to the looney bin,
Joining both his kith and his kin
Far as I know, he was never let loose.
September 9, 2021