Best Mobsters Poems
Like clover petals
We bind together for all
Good Ol' Irish Luck
For the love of green
From Ireland so it seems
Originally
A tough bunch we are
Catholic Mobsters due east
Fight Protestant Priests
Drink till half past three
Story telling Histories
Of our Ancestry
Revised 05/05/16
Categories:
mobsters, dedication, devotion, family,
Form:
Haiku
The Bad, The Ugly and The Good (aka: Bad, Badder, Baddest)
The Bad
I am the gun-toting, God-fearing Ganja Gangsta.
I’ll smoke you, pray for you, then have my daily siesta!
I answer to no one, and fear no man; No Sir!!!
I answer to only One Master. That’s Heaven’s Prime Minister.
I am the player-hating, man-baiting Sister Disaster.
I’ll woo you, thrill you, then …kill you; true that, mister!
I just swagger thru the city with my ‘Ghetto Blaster’,
I don’t mean sounds, fool!!! I mean my ‘piece’ … to blast ya!!!
I am the mean-looking, menacing Monster Mobster.
I’ll cut ya, shred ya, and have me a pasta fiesta.
I do not boil ‘em…! No sah!! I’d eat a live lobster!
I’m so mean ….Hey! ..I’ll even steamroller your hamster!!!
I am the fast-talking, Bible-bashing Pastor Imposter.
I’ll bless you, fleece you, then sex-up Sister Disaster
I’m just a shyster - but please don’t tell the Menacing Mobster!
She’s the God-fearing Gangsta’s wife - and the Mobster’s sister!
The Ugly (Badder)
I am the flesh-eating, life-sapping, Cluster-Sinister.
I am impartial; care not for class, colour, creed or gender.
I am microbe, but not a person-respecter; ask the sex inspector.
I am sorry, but for me to survive, you have to become a spectre.
I am the tear-jerking, game-changing, people-Prankster
I get called ‘*****’, ‘Sod’, …some even call me a ‘Mater-Conjugator’.
I don’t like Gangsters, Mobsters and especially that dodgy Pastor
I may get mad, or even get even; Call me ‘Life’, or call me ‘Karma’.
The Good (Baddest)
I am the Beginning, the Alpha/Omega; Heaven’s only Prime Minister
I wrote the Good Book, but look inside, I have never been a Jester!
I carry fire and brimstone to bolster my holster - you’d better helter-skelter!
I mete out justice, and vengeance administer: you'd better pray faster!!!
(Fg 81.5.8 - January 2016)
Categories:
mobsters, bullying, funny, hip hop,
Form:
Rhyme
The years of prohibition
The mobsters had no contrition
They were a gang of thugs
Lacking morality to judge
If a poetess rose
Simply stating humility thus opposed
The Mob well, would not take to her goals
In the ground thus the flower was to decompose
She stood her position, so sound
A parliament of owls she would not back down
In full bloom, she shines in the heavens
She heeds not the tongues below loading weapons
The Tommy gun, the Chicago piano
The seekers now all singing soprano!
Categories:
mobsters, character, community, deep, faith,
Form:
Sonnet
Emma Frost (aka White Queen) is a powerful character in Marvel Comics. Is
she a hero or villain? Sometimes, it is hard to know! She is a mutant with the
most amazing telepathic skills. She can transform herself into a diamond shape with enhanced strength and with no human needs like food or water but she can be shattered when in this state. She was born in Boston, United States to wealthy parents. He father was cruel and domineering, her mother hooked on drugs, she had siblings, but none give her any emotional support.
She was bullied in school and had only one friend, a teacher. Then,
suddenly her telepathic powers manifested and she could read minds. Emma
was rejected by her family. So, she left, becoming homeless. Did I mention
that she was very, very beautiful. A femme fatale in high heels, a character
designed for eroticism, a cruel beauty.
While homeless Emma meets a young man and falls in love. Finding
out that her boyfriend Troy is in debt to mobsters. So to safe Troy they hatch
a plan to do a fake kidnapping of her wealthy father, but the thugs turn it into
a real kidnapping. Troy is killed. There is a battle and Emma uses her powers
to confuse the thugs, calls the police and keeps the ransom money, which she
uses to go to university. She gets degrees in many fields.
Emma gathers vast wealth and is the owner of several multi-million
dollar conglomerates and has many investments. She has many affiliations and hundreds of adventures and battles, that I would need a much longer poem to include. She has gone by many alias, usually White Queen, she
uses her beauty as a weapon.
Her affiliations include Hellfire Club, Hellions, Generation X, Dark X-Men,
Phoenix Five, Legion Accursed, Quiet Council of Kraboa, X-Men, The Cabal,
Xavier Institute, and the Marauders. And she has been in many, many of
Marvel Comic story lines that are too numerous to list.
I like Emma Frost the White Queen . . .
________________
March 24, 2023
Poetry/Prose Poetry/Emma Frost
Copyright Protected, ID 03-1533-326-24
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
Written for the Premiere contest, Marvel
Superheroes Supervillians and Superanimals
sponsor, Robert James Liguori, Judged 03/24/2023
Categories:
mobsters, fantasy,
Form:
Prose Poetry
We all know as humans chopping down forests through greed filled hands destroying the filtering system that which brings wildlife a safe haven
to breathe and nest and multiply feeding us
Man has a poisonous ugly appetite for the earths destruction
messengers from the gods palace are speaking now
from the deep ocean's bed oars they surface dead remains to say
Endangered species disappear forever lost from this beautiful garden
ancient trees that gave us air to breathe for centuries cut down
respect they absorb masses of water as now levels rise
Reading science reports from the effect of deforestation
many species of insects have fallen drastically soon all we will have is crows picking dead bones and the hounds bleeding our life source dry
Uncaring we should be planting new life every day with love
instead killing is all these mobsters are any good at
criminals backwards peddling will never see a future
Categories:
mobsters, abuse, corruption, creation, earth,
Form:
Terza Rima
his eyelids conclude why bother
manacled they led him away
to the exact center of their city
they tried everything
cattle prod fire hose blow dryer
ineluctable forces of nature
now there are wires in his head
his neo-cubist portrait
ended up on bags of dog food
have you seen this child
we make too many monsters on this planet
a petting zoo of pretty spiders
eager to charm uneager to learn
ever-ready to change the subject
claiming that this is the normal milieu
leaping from euphemism to euphemism
preconceptions luridly arrayed
detour around the temple kids
there’s mobsters in heaven
they don't tell you that but it is true
they run the gambling arcade of faith
the will he or won’t he tables
it should be clear by now that
prayer does not ward off plague
even for the willfully superficial
should we all be capable of greatness
or blind credulity you decide
behold the universe in all its
partly comprehensible splendor
the design that stuns with perfection
and then kills you so slowly
that your DNA begins to tell you
how when and what to think
it couldn't be more or less blatant
drifting the eddies of a potential thing
in which the impossibility happened
at least we know how to know more
stray as you wish
into the arms of beauty
and rub against her silks and furs
make her moan the irony the irony
her paranoia may be an entrance
but live for today is a sham
and a shuck and a jive
because tomorrow always comes
this is a mathematical given
the human condition
used to be stated as lost
now at least it’s curious
From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon
Artist Portfolio: http://walteralter.byethost32.com/
Categories:
mobsters, how i feel, universe,
Form:
Free verse
they tried to destroy my whole being. my oppressors were far stronger then me.
they torture me as a child, yes i was only twelve-years olded, but a young lion cub
who's mother was brutally gunned down by mobsters and villans.
yes, i was left for the fouls of the earth to ravish my torned being. yet, there was a power
so
great amd massive that i was taken to a horrendous place to wax in strength and wisdom. i
was place in a haven of jackels, knaves, scoundrels, murder, and thieves roamed freely. i
was'nt tainted by such ruthlessness, because i was a proper child of the Living God.
yet i did behold the tragic acts of cruelty and deeds of viciousness, but it stayed from my
being. often times i question He who created all things, as to why was i expose to such evil
andwhy was i robbed of my nest as a child.,
He merely embraced me and told me that i had to teach, encourage, be a witness of His un-
conditional love, mercies, and grace. as the river of jordan streamed from my tiny marble
twin pearl brown-eyes, His kissed me and told me that this too will pass my beloveth son.
now i am this mighty, but gentle Lion Of Judah that has all might and power at my beckening
call if need be. i have learned the patience of life in order that life can be preserved for those
who have travel the valley as i did. we have overcome in order that those who have yet to be
born into this life of deception, treachery, and greed, will know that they have a purpose and
will be protected from the ills of the blindness and folly of irresponsible beingss that do
partake of the breath of life with no regard for life. yes, even those we must forgive and not
be as they are. i suffered and i overcame. such is life, as my friend once said.
Categories:
mobsters, brotherlife, me, life, me,
Form:
Rosa Parks, sit proud,
Head high with no retreat,
Do not be forced to the back
This seat is more than just a seat,
Let them drag you to the jail
Mistreatment all the world can see,
Spirits stir, blood boils,
N.A.A.C.P.
Dr. King, Dr. King!
Tell the world about your dream,
Preach of togetherness
as the ignorant still scream,
Non violence is the movement
Serenity could end the strife,
But a man moved by malice
Picked up a gun and took your life,
Who's next? Malcolm X?
Another brother had to die,
Racists whites or Muslim mobsters?
Who killed you and why?
Was it because of your courage
Because you had the will to try?
By any means necessary
You preached an eye for an eye,
So many soldiers in the struggle
Who will not be coming back,
Loud voices and strong minded,
Dead before the Civil Rights Act,
Equality for us all,
Is a summary of the paper,
To all who paved the way
I want to thank you for your labor,
I thank many, and many thanks,
We are truly in your debts,
I breathe and write freely,
Focused to give you no regrets,
From the shackles on your ankles
Through the hundreds of years of drama,
Good or bad his term may be,
“Today” our President is named O'Bama
Categories:
mobsters, black african american, education,
Form:
Rhyme
Nelson Mandela was the man
the west loathed him
he wasn't white
he wasn't rich
he stood for the oppressed
not the South African white mobsters
that locked him up, undressed
he was a terrorist
or so they said
And now?
he's on your postage stamps
so lets prey for the day
when you learn the truth
thank-you Sinwar
for standing with humanity
There is no peace with an occupier
one cannot rest with a vile viper
ready to choke you
if anyone has doubts
go sleep in a gas chamber
then do pray
tell me how that works out
Categories:
mobsters, evil,
Form:
Free verse
Over hundred fifty years ago, the Italian nation was
divided, the Kingdom of the Two Sicilies
was more prosperous than the North, peoples lived in accord;
envious eyes looked down and saw a harmonious world
and drew a plan to steal all of the gold...
folks who worked in factories and on farms
made their happy land prosper by opening their generous arms.
When the Thousands Men liberated
the South from the Bourbons things drastically changed;
King Emmanuel II met with with Garibaldi
by the Volturno river and shoke hands...Italy
was finally unified under the same flag!
Thanks to the peasants, the scoundrels and the artisans,
who took up arms against the Bourbon King,
but little they knew that the King of the North
had deceived them into many false liberties...
all the wealth they accrued was taken North,
leaving desolation, suffering and poverty behind...
this is how they treated their southern brothers!
Should there be a grudge against the young Northerners?
Their Forefather was the evil one who snatched all with stealth;
now, they prosper and look us down as lazy bums...
they have forgotten that civilization started here!
Naples was the center of music and literature besides her wealth;
artists and composers came and some dwelled here!
The South will rise again, and will know new glory:
southern brothers, let's get rid of crime: the undefeatable enemy
whose incurable plague prevents all progress!
Southern brothers, let's clean our land of the mobsters who despise God;
think of the martyrs who preached the Gospel to the pagans
in these very lands that Heaven has blessed, but violent men have defiled!
Written on 2/10/2016
Categories:
mobsters, art, beauty, evil, gospel,
Form:
Rhyme
MY NAME IS?
I always wake up feeling paranoid but never alone,
How many faces and shapes will I take?
Like a snake which sheds its skin, I change every time from one country to another,
Wearing different faces, different masks,
I feel blessed and fortunate each time I help someone,
I helped improve people’s lives,
Living the dream life,
Feed the poor, provided shelter to the homeless,
They all seem to love me,
I have lived for ages,
I have seen wars; diseases and famine wipe out generations,
I will never really die,
Humans depend on me for survival,
My dark side emerges every time,
I sleep with prostitutes, slay queens &drug dealers,
I Made men & women kill for me,
They Offer sacrifices and demonic worship,
Some even worship me,
They have burned me with witches, but I keep coming back
Rising from the ashes like the phoenix bird,
Just to get a piece of my power,
I have brought down emperors, monarchy and countries,
I have led men to slaughter and began revolutions,
I have been buried with dead presidents, kings and wealthy businessmen,
Some church members preach for me and lead their congregations astray,
Tonight I will dine with evil men whose hearts are dark,
My company will be heroin, cocaine, meth, molly, alcohol and purple haze,
Some will purchase this products overdose, others will murder just to get a piece of the pie,
I lived with cartels, gangsters, mobsters and they all love me,
They hide me on mattresses, carpets, ceilings, hidden cabinets and safes,
Some wrap me up in rubber bands, plastic bags,
Yesterday my company was the desert eagle, ak47, Uzi submachine gun, 33 callable pistols and m16,
These weapons of war will take innocent lives and wage war between different countries,
Will I ever die or go to sleep forever,
I am just tired of living this life,
Tomorrow they will print my brothers and hand me out,
I come in different denominations,
They call me Money, Benjamin’s, ace, bling- bling, dough & cash money.
Categories:
mobsters, conflict,
Form:
Classicism
(the word (moll) means a mobsters wife or girlfriend)
I heard of a wiseguy named Guido
Who suffered a waning libido
His disgruntled moll
Made a quick call
Now Guido is incognito
Categories:
mobsters, death, funny, girlfriend-boyfriend,
Form:
Limerick
bricks and bars and dirty white walls
nobody cares whenever you fall
nobody answers when you make collect calls
nobody thinks of you at all...
dropped like a dime in a bottomless well...can't wrap my mind around this man made hell
gladiators yell and guards cast lots...bettin life or death where warriors get popped
fists into flesh to amuse and amaze
the game never ends and it's not a bad dream...
doing time in the hate machine
never think of consequences...come to your senses
fried to a crisp on electrified fences
too late for repentance...no end to the sentence
division like insane incisions where racist pigs rule
reigning in blood,badges,and big black boots
peace signs like war crimes get tried...on the stand committing purgery
lying dirty devils soon put in soul surgery
no rest for the wicked,addicted,obnoxious and obscene...
doing time in the hate machine
cops,crooks,fall guys and mobsters gettin cooked,baked and boiled like lobsters
stick up kids leaving tire tracks and mile long skids
burning white lips from crackhead strips
gangster ghouls subtracting love and adding misery
black blanket parties inside perverts dreams...
doing time in the hate machine
anthony_beesley@yahoo.com
Categories:
mobsters, socialtime, hate, hate, time,
Form:
Rhyme
Lost in New York
Brechtian
city of Mahogonny
within the city of jungles
we make our way
The gilded city of Gotham
Sketched forests of the mind
Find solace under subterranean
Metal cells of human life
Thundering rattling cages
Scream through iron rails
Bring endless numbers to destinations unknown
Like the heart pumps the blood through its Veins
White washed city that I loved
Of broken dreams with histories wiped clear
Machines of structures that
Feed the beast of time
Distilled gentrified to non existence
What filth lies concealed within its shadows?
Speak truth to power Speak it loud
Speak it clear and let the voices hear
My beloved city in the city that I loved
Hope dies slow upon its wounded ears
Bankster's in pinstripes Swindlers and thieves
That guards their treasure chests
Behind the smiling faces a parody of jests
Where gates are well guarded for their interest stakes
Once a thriving town of manufacturing and workers
Where coal became diamonds amidst the waving grass
Now lies barren to a feudal class
A tale of two cities in the city that I loved
Fresh meat of an underclass to feed the paper tigers
From their ivory towers
Take the A train and see it plain
Forget the past and future dreams
Look into the eyes of listless streams of Passers going by
Walk the halls of public schools
The collateral damage of our times
Bureaucratic mobsters defend their nich
Through facades of rancid smiles
and fear that keep The rabble at bay
as they talk of being one in the city that I loved
But don’t despair there are hero’s
The ones who work the day and give without a say
As we pass dark times I believe we will win our
Spirit once again and our beloved city will shine
Like a beacon on a shining hill
in the city that I loved
Categories:
mobsters,
Form:
Free verse
Pleading the Fifth is for “mobsters;”
To many, it’s proof of their guilt,
Including a certain ex-leader,
Whose previous claims went atilt.
For once he was called to the hot seat,
The Fifth was his very best friend.
Aside from his name he said nothing,
Defiant right up to the end.
Of course, he gave all the impression
He had quite a lot he should hide,
But if he had actually answered,
We all can be sure he’d have lied.
Categories:
mobsters, judgement,
Form:
Rhyme