Best Notorious Poems
There once was a man who wrote poetry,
but his words caused bad notoriety.
Poems full of bad grammar,
Souper's thought he's a spammer!
But he was struggling with sobriety!
In a small gold rush town sipping on ale
Mark Twain once overheard a bartender
Made himself famous by penning this tale
A frog jump contest with a large wager
Decided outright when one frog didn't jump
The contest over before it could start
Obvious that the bullfrog seemed too plump
Buckshot in it's belly made jumping hard
The first County fair sixty years later
They called it The Jumping Frog Jubilee
Just local frogs are allowed to enter
The record is over twenty one feet
Each May at Angels Camp, California
Mark Twain's tale center stages the gala
From beneath the dust bowl storm, from when st they came,
Blazing a trail across the pages of historical fame.
Accelerations desperadoes, with guns drawn, wild hearts
Beating as thunder, they are the restless and free,
Bandits of the youthful passion called rebellion.
Living and thriving by the bullets firing, escaping in
The blood's adrenalin rush, burning rubber down,
The highway of tragedy.
The untouchables, burnt a cinder by desires flame,
Fallen stars of legends notorious, lit comets crashing,
To the earth below, dieing in a hail of gun fire.
A faded poster, hangs on a rusty nail, along side
A dusty deserted road, in bold prints lettering,
It is so written, wanted the Barrow Gang, reward
Offered dead or alive, for Bonnie Parker and
Clyde Barrow.
Slammed down the trigger, against the bullet's
Hardened edge of conflict, the lawless have
Drawn first blood, but the silver shields power,
Have they angered, and revenge is a cold slippery
Surface to exist upon, shall their souls not fry,
Beneath the summers sizzling sun.
Cry does not Juliet, to her Romeo, as the gray
Smoke clears, Bonnie's last words softly
Spoken, his name, Clyde, Clyde, than silence.
Two doves soar towards heaven, blinded
By the light beyond, spiritual castaways, bond
Eternally to one another, lost in the dream illusion,
Of their love.
The lone highwayman, the grim ripper,
Cradles the youthful broken frames,
Of the lovers, cut apart by fame's delusions.
Lain in a hole, in the cold hard ground.
A tear did even he, the angel of death,
Wipe away, and placed a single red rose,
On Bonnie's grave.
Do not weep on their behalf, for in God's
Kingdom, they'll know a freedom, they've
Never known.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
The quickest way to see your life
Go on a downward spiral
Is doing something stupid and
Discerning it’s gone viral.
A young man lured a local cat
And when it came close by,
He grabbed that feline, flinging it
Way up into the sky.
He laughed and so did all his pals
But someone did record it
And as it traveled ‘round the globe,
Well, very few ignored it.
The perp will get his day in court
But doesn’t really get it.
He’d like to let the matter drop,
Yet nobody will let it.
Oh, by the way, the cat is fine;
He’s found a loving home.
The bully, though’s been vilified –
On tape and in this poem.
Notable, well-known--but
not for a good reason.
News sources broadcast the
names of the infamous
nighttime, daytime. Some can
never resist juicy
nuggets about these "stars."
April 29, 2017
Came from Baltimore by Pigtown
Where they like to lay the law down.
He rebelled against the ground rule.
Had to grow up in reform school.
Got acquainted with a curveball
Dealing pepper by the church hall;
Broke some windows, but he left the scouts impressed.
He was an OG All Star, and a first draft Hall of Famer.
He had manners like a gomer, but he played with no disclaimer.
Pitched in Beantown, till they tossed him.
They’d regret they ever lost him.
Joined the Yankees as a slugger.
Jumped on southpaws like a mugger,
Shooting rockets past the flagpole.
Fattest wallet on the payroll.
Made a called shot, and the papers did the rest.
He went from zero to sixty lodged in Murderers’ Row,
With women, booze, and money all just part of the show.
He led the A.L. in hitting.
Chased after ta-il, no quitting.
Played ring around the bases
In a dozen pennant races.
He scored doubles at the wet bar.
Belted homers before radar,
And suffered his publicity’s intrigues.
He was an urban legend; no one ever saw him on TV.
And in the house that he built, there’s a tribute to his number three.
It was series after series.
All the bookies have their theories,
Parsing records and statistics,
Charting sinker ball ballistics,
But in the end, most everyone agrees:
He never had to play the N*gro Leagues.
In divine school there is a boy who does blare
The horn of indiscipline all over the school bare
Met me very day when I furiously did glare;
Felt though sad and bad, moved a bit with prayer
I intended to sing for him to change without spare.
Kabir is that boy who was found on hostel stair -
Roaming and singing and running like a hare.
Moved by ‘No one is lift behind’ by me. “Beware!
You have to be careful.” I used to say at square.
Now is the time, when he has changed a lot by flair
Which he had in him – half known to him I swear.
Then was the naughty boy, one of the corsair –
Now is the sincere and calm though no so clever.
I know that in future he will be a successful bear
Who may forget me but I will never to such mare.
I am a mage in a rage with extreme power
I escape from this cage looking to devour!
Determined to be victorious
Poetry Soup has labeled me notorious!
Not commenting on my work just to discourage me?
I overcome any and all adversity!
I even manage my paranoia and hallucinations;
But I continue to persevere;
Despite the demonic voices in my ear.
I am fueled by huge doses of testosterone!
So why am I to be scrutinize for my raging hormones?
Don't blame me because you're sexually frustrated and all alone.
Maybe you would like a naked picture of me on your Iphone?
Who cares if you find me disgusting and immature.
You're just unhappy and insecure.
I can't stand a hypocrite and a snake;
I wish you had a horrendous toothache,
And it would cause you unbearable pain!
I could make you beg me for a shot of novocaine!
After your misery is over and you recover,
You may get lucky and I'll take you as a lover!
I may need a shot of Kentucky whiskey,
For it to hit the spot and find you remotely sexy!
You may think all this is serious,
But I'm just being humorous;
Because PoetrySoup has labeled me notorious!!!
*Note wrote strictly for "Syed Amaan Ahmad's" contest "Free-style" You wanted creative ,
unique, good stuff to read;)
Once there was a notorious city
men looted, men killed and raped
from horizon
a notorious Mayor emerged
to make the notorious city
breath freshness of peace
All nights were to be women’s nights
no man to be in city 6:00 PM to 6:00 AM
Peeping through window
was the only right for men
photography forbidden
And it so happened
women roamed the city six to six
bars, hotels, streets, supermarkets
women moved, women served
no women was half-naked
none was drunk
Comfort women and clients vanished
robbery, burglary vanished
dog-pets as companions appeared
Each night peace whispered in the ears
and minds of the notorious city’s dwellers
notorious city
became notoriously peaceful
Eye that supports greed
It is not satisfied with little
Always asking for more
That it cannot even give
Tongue that destroys life
It speaks out evil freely
And hates to pronounce blessing
Take heed lest you become its victim
Hand that takes bribe
It enjoys ill-gotten gain
Never on good terms with honesty
Beware for it blindfolds the eye
Leg that calls for bloodshed
It is ever pleased with violence
And loves to sacrifice innocent blood
How swift it is to kill
Heart that is full of vanities
It is an abode for those things
That do not count
Surely its products are worthless
denied mother-branch
perished
no one at its funeral
Notorious Nattering Nabobs of Negativism
(And Other Hopeless, Hysterical Hypochondriacs of History)
They pretend to love freedom but hate non-white votes
and poor's access to health care (both cost far too much
when supported by taxes where all pay debts owed.)
Wealth buys doctors' deferments when war gets announced
if dough's children might suffer (fake ailments vouchsafed
to excuse them from serving). Most hide wealth with glee
(for God loves that rich cheat!) No taxation is fair!
Just depraved think that wealth's butt's gang-raped by the rich?
Might a saint dream elites love to row their black boats?
Where does cripple complain Chris (1) 'discovered' his crutch?
Hmm! How likely is that? Who knows hole from commode?
Watch world slip off its rails as Christ's Love gets denounced,
brown kids stripped from their parents as mercy gets strafed,
our democracy burns, Trump lights farts from golf tee,
his card boasts he's ahead, but the game's truth or dare.
As each whore takes her bra off, pimps see who's the b*tch!
Long Tooth
October 23rd in 2020
Poet's Notes:
(1) Christopher Columbus
Was sent to fetch water
on its back it, carried
more that its weight
reaching on mountain top
just before delivering
it staggered and dropped
that pot of water saying
“I cannot go any further
tired, hungry why bother”
The pot fell, broke into bits
and water poured on slopes
dry land wore drought ever
Echoing whispers in the night
Silently ripple through the wind
A voice of melodic reassurance
Putting faith in every word you murmur
Elusive talk of what’s to come
Future dangling before our hearts
Hands reach up to capture its dust
Speckles of beauty sashay around us
Dancing in the glorious ecstasy
Soaring hearts take their leaps
Their blind faithful walks as one
Beating for just one branded notion
Days building up to say it again
Tell of the day as we believed love
Anxious hearts and anxious love
When can we feel this forever and always
Panther paces the ground
he is then most alluring jet of black
Very beautiful he ravages his
Prey he lurks
When he looks that way
Panther is notoriously elegant
When he paces like that