Best Partners In Crime Poems
Many a days ,
I wonder about my relationship with you..
What are we?
We see each other as friends,
With a chemistry to envy,
Mates, but not soulmates,
No strings attached,
No cosmic connection,
But masters at seduction,
And partners in crime,
I belong to another,
You have someone waiting for you,
Yet, we turn to each other for comfort,
And to share secrets and desires..
Its a race against time,
With the stakes getting higher,
Who crumbles under pressure,
Who is the first to flee..
Soon time shall tell,
Soon time shall tell...
Two peas in a pod that would be my wife and I
We have grabbed a dream and kissed the sky
Two full-blown addict’s on a dead run
We lived our lives just to stay spun
Outlaws, lovers and partners in crime
Lost forever in the hands of time
Living just to somehow survive
Walking zombie’s barley alive
Found in each other the will to fight
Out of darkness and into the light
I love her more than words could ever say
We have helped each other live the right way
Forever bound to each other’s love
Giving Praise to the Lord above
Two peas in a pod that would be my wife and I
We have grabbed a dream and kissed the sky
Fast forward to the mysterious gift known as the present.
I finally accepted her into my monotonous life's content.
I thought my knowledge of survival made me super duper clever.
But even the cleverest has flaws that can make em ever wiser.
Acknowledging it is good but patching it up is even better.
Through her them flaws got exposed like there's no tomorrow.
But as it showed, I didn't anticipate it would bring her so much sorrow.
The amount of pain I brought can only be reconciled by the power of time.
I made a promise that I’ll never leave her for anyone else for a lifetime.
No matter how short we’ve only been together as partners in crime.
I intend to keep that promise regardless of the challenges that may chime!
So baby, I’ll be right here waiting for you through rain or shine.
Author's notes
This is extracted from a verse from another rap I wrote under a different name, the intent of it however, is much like the Soldier of Pain poem I posted.
Hope you guys enjoy it. :)
And those were the times of our lives,
the late nights and restless dives...
Hope given one shot at a time,
a nickel a tale, a lie for a dime.
And those were our lives of the times,
a charade with partners in crime,
the fading of twilight's last beams
as we watch the waning of dreams...
© Brandon Watson and Roy Jerden
July 6, 2015
Another example of Western hypocrisy,
Is Bahrain where they claim "Democracy",
A self-designed "Democracy" of dictatorship,
Which actually started from a pirate-ship,
In history you will find that some pirates,
Who were the robbery and theft laureates,
Through cheating, fraud and deception,
Killings, aggression and corruption,
They came into power to abuse everyone,
Before was with sword and now is with the gun,
They thought that their kingdom will last,
Because of their savagery, which is vast,
Did not imagine that they would be faced,
With people's protests and be disgraced,
And that the whole world will come to know,
About the truth of Bahraini Kingdom's show,
This show is about the killings and rapes,
Bodies with signs of torture and scrapes,
Children, men or women have no difference,
In receiving this torture for-instance,
They raid the houses with troops anytime,
And become altogether partners in crime,
The news are filled with photos of tortures,
But Western governments are just the watchers
They have no movement or any gestures,
Perhaps they're waiting to eat like "Vultures",
West have been playing "Divide and Rule",
Thats how they fight with this tool,
But they couldn't start a Shia-Sunni fight,
So they created "Takfiris" or "Salafis", despite,
Now they just sit back and enjoy the show,
Because they sowed this decades ago,
O' Muslims! We must wakeup and realize,
Or we will, from earth, vanish, otherwise,
O' People of Bahrain we are with you by heart,
Every hurdle has a comfort in a part,
Even though it is Eid, tears are dropping,
As if the humanity is itself plopping.
Eid is a word for Muslims happy celebrations specially after Ramadhan. The Bahraini people are facing aggression and brutality of Bahrain's government forces since many decades.
From the book "Take Your freedom" 2013
Available at www.amazon.com
Malaysians Today
There are times I wonder if we are real Malaysians...
There are migrants and there are immigrants...
Then you have locals and there are natives...
And we all know there are new Malaysians....
Whose looks and interactions are so alien...
But, don't be surprised where and when there are new Malaysians...
They have the latest IC, they religiously fly the BN flag and Jalur Gemilang...
West Malaysians need a passport and yearly passes to be in Sabah...
While the new Malaysians, they freely crisscross the porous borders...
Seems all too true, Malaysia Boleh, anything can happen.....
Laws are subjectively applied to fit the situation...
And politicians, they complicate every possible solution...
Playing up sentiments of divisive influences from race and religion...
Money and corruption are partners in crime hindering development...
And if things are not bad enough, there are kidnappings across the seas...
And there have been documented incidents of intrusion from illegal entries...
While true Malaysians grapple with the higher cost of living and weakening money...
We are also tormented by the spectre of communal distrust and religious disharmony...
That's Malaysia Boleh, the Land of Possibilities for Malaysians Today...
PAPERBACKS AND COKE
Two partners in crime, my love affairs…
Bookmarked pages dumped on my soft bed
An urge to roam among fays and lords,
With visions of despair or triumph
Knowing insomnia is the nemesis;
While Advil cannot comfort night’s plea
A hubris …firing my imagination.
While leafing through chapters, I find relief
From another quirk; an ally so sweet…
Oh,cold fixes of Coke Zero quench
This need to satisfy all day’s thirst,
Eluding water therapy…how bland
How tasteless when hero and villain
Begin a venture of mighty feat;
Jittery, hand reaches for the next soda
As my brain excrete adrenaline…
With paperbacks and Coke at 3 am,
I conquer twilight’s watch, quite drained!
But life is short, my love affairs agree;
Did I include the M&M’s cravings?
For rob carmack, A Vice You Love
11/21/2015
We went to Las Vegas for the very first time,
My husband, father in law, and I all partners in crime.
Each of us brought $500 to spend.
We hoped it would last through the week's end.
I was itching to try my hand at slots,
While they hit the tables like a couple of hot shots.
My plan was to keep any winnings I won,
And if I lost, I would be done.
We had a grand old time for that week,
Hoping we would hit a lucky streak.
We went to Hoover Dam, casinos, and shows.
Sin City was an exciting place that never closed.
So far my luck on the slots was pretty good,
But nothing earth-shattering like I thought it would.
Not feeling well, one day I stayed behind in our suite,
While they went to a Holyfield fight, a real treat.
Later I decided to go downstairs to get a snack,
And saw a slot machine calling me, “Please come back.”
So I sat down at this double diamond slot to play,
When all hell broke loose, with money hitting the tray.
I had hit the lucky seven double diamonds.
With only two coins, it was auspicious timing.
My eyes were as big as saucers in shock.
My heart was beating loudly, as people gathered to gawk.
The ringing was deafening in my ears,
As I waited for the management to pay me amidst cheers.
My jackpot was $3200 after Uncle Sam’s portion.
I headed back to my room after the stupendous commotion.
I spread the hundred dollar bills all over the bed in anticipation
To see my family’s reaction upon return, and their exclamation.
When Dave and Frank walked into the room, they stopped in flabbergast.
The sight of the money on the bed almost gave them a heart attack.
It was as much fun seeing their shocked expressions,
As it was hitting the lucky sevens in succession.
“I thought you were sick,” my husband said in shock.
I replied, ”Well I had to get something to eat, and I played a slot.”
The rest of the trip I still won a few more bucks.
Even at the airport I won $200 with unexplainable luck.
Dave and Frank played hard, but were going home bust.
But I was going home a winner, which satisfied my wanderlust!
Thinking of the old days, the people and places. There are so many memories, there are so many faces. There were hard times a plenty and it's harder to believe, that a childhood can weigh so heavy when there's no one to relieve the hurt, pain and disgust. That you carry for the ones you're supposed to trust. But how can you trust the ones who are never there? You wait by the door but it doesn't seem fair, that all your friends have parents, who live at home. So you start to blame yourself for why you feel so alone. You start to ask why, you say what did I do? But then your tears run dry and you realize that it's not you. You're not to blame, the faults not yours. But you still carry that pain and you still feel that remorse. And for us that's how it went. We were all but alone. But thank God that for us, we had grandma at home. She carried that burden that Mona's couldn't hold. So thank God for that woman, she's more precious than gold. She was strong enough to keep us both together, she was strong enough to keep us both under pressure. The pressure she felt must've been so strong. But she never let go and she always held on. So it's my firm belief that she molded us both. She didn't plant the seed but she watered the growth. She watched us thrive and for that we both owe, our childhood to that woman who never said no. She never said go, Leave me alone. She just opened her door and gave us a home. Plus for me, there was you. Someone unlike any other. Not than just my cousin, you were more like my brother. You were my best friend and we were partners in crime. And we had each other's back, at the drop of a dime. So we grow up slowly, and time passes by. But nobody ever told me, how fast time flies. Everything happens too quick to see. So open your eyes and try not to blink. Because if you blink you might miss it and then it's gone. So do what she did and just hold on to what you've got, and don't let go. Plant your own seeds and watch them grow. Cherish the memories that are made every day, and don't forget how you got to where you are today. You see for me it's to easy and plain to see. So I'm thankful that my childhood consisted of grandma, you and me.
Rain of kisses
velvet desire
boiling our blood
in our own fire
your curves are the elegance
of my imagination
our games of love
hungry for temptation
We take a second
and then continue
our whispers like songs
for hours, not minutes
to Adam and Eve
Heaven, one last chance
they are dark like us
in lust we all live
Partners in life
partners in crime
outside in silence
inside, hurricanes
rain of kisses
open your arms
I come strong
will not let you go!
Carlos Mongrut
Old boozed Willy was hostile and not ready to lose;
a dirty face, a glowing nose...
only a firefighter's water hose
could have put out the heat he had gotten from the booze!
All the boys of Tumbleweed scampered like chased mice
as they saw his bulgy belly hanging from his trousers...
ah, his bad breath had the stench of a piggy;
they yelled angrily, " Go to another town, fatty! "
What was on his hot, red tongue?
The smell of Johnny Walker's whiskey?
They always saw him leaping like a frog...
when he finally got up, he looked so scary!
Who crossed Willy...driving him to drink that poison?
He cussed everyone getting a bit closer to his whiskey,
never did he mess with a chubby, bickering mommy,
who came running,...brandishing a long, black baton!
One noon there was a large rally by his door
to evict him from his bungalow...what was the reaction of Willy?
He brought out a case of expensive whiskey,
and offered them lots of drinks...they drank and felt mellow!
So they kept on drinking the hard liquor...
until it hurt their full, burping beer-bellies,
but one of them quite sober hollered with a stuttering voice,
" Get Willy, he stole all the whiskey from the Happy Hour Bar!
Old boozed Willy was hostile and not ready to lose;
a dirty face, a glowing nose...
only a firefighter's water hose
could have put out the heat he had gotten from the booze!
My comment:
It wasn't fair to chase after Old Willy after
they drank his whiskey, even 'though they found out
it was stolen. They weren't a bit thankful or compassionate,
but drinking it without asking him how he got it,
made them his partners in crime!
The dreaded day of the family meeting arrived
Elder planning, liquidating assets and dispersing 84 years of belongings
Excuses, postponing, manipulations, whining and reasonings--
Valid each and present
Partners in crime, codependent family structure with high disfunctional
communicaton skills, L-O-V-E spelled out many times like the sword of truth
and breastplate of righteousness.
Words were pitched and hurled then stroked like a fine persian cat with silken fur.
At the end of the day, with the word pile left in the floor like discarded dung; I
tucked my tail and departed. I hope against all odds that tomorrow will be a better
day and the grim reality of lost freedom will be swallowed with honey and accepted.
Instead of preparing for battle with gloves and sword. Until the stretched car takes
you away, be peaceful my love, L-O-V-E, spelled with emphasis on the OH OH.
My freedom is going quickly, along with my parents freedoms to chose and plan,
I will become responsible to see they get a bath, meals, medical care and to the
store. Will I have time for me?
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the lord my words to sweep
Away from the bitter heep
I pray the lord my heart to keep!
The words that cling to our hearts unspoken
The ones that betray and leave you broken
You hold them close, but then you find
That the words you want are undefined
It's hard to find something that makes you feel
That life matters, that what you have might not be real
I used to have exactly that, but i threw it all away
I was so happy with what i had, then i led myself astray
I wanted it so much, i just needed the right word
One to describe that i'm sorry, that everything became blurred
Words can describe so much, but actions mean more
That's the truth and it's something you just cant ignore
There's so much to say still, there's so much to do
And you know that what is getting done is all for you
So you can be happy again and we can finally live
The life we always talked of, the one i always wanted to give
It's not too late, so just take your time
We can be together forever, like partners in crime
Now i don't know what to think anymore, i just want that last chance
The one that we talked of, may i have this last dance?
There are so many words that cling to our hearts unspoken
I don't want them to betray us, i don't want them to leave us broken
Clouds of dust rise to the peak of the mountain spire as it busts the protective view that
sometimes inspires.
Acid has put blight to this placid scene
of power and might, formerly a vista of uninterrupted might.
What might become of this destructive scene, can it be undone, will it again invoke the
clean, serene scene that it once gave before the smoke of acid rain created an above
ground grave?
Choke, smoke, like poking a fire the majestic Frasier’s melt away from the scene like
glaciers that perspire.
Bear over there, does it dare take a drink from the fountain of acid or does it drink from
the lake deceptively placid?
Birds tweet and flutter, do they build a nest in this dead tree like a mouse in a hollowed
out gutter?
Will the rhythm and time of natural cycles heal these wounds inflicted by the obsessed
progress of us who are partners in crime?
Richard J. Long
November, 2009
Give me liberty, or please give me death.
Give me words that give me wealth,
Giving me a way to express myself.
When the way of the word is all that is left,
Give me a way to vent,
So that I can remain in good health.
Give me a peaceful way, with others, to compete.
Give me a way to come greet
Others who want to bring some heat,
Using their words to accomplish something neat,
Using their syllabols to create some beats.
Give us a table, where we can take some seats,
To come and eat, like brothers and sisters who complete
That family tree of writing rhymes,
Writing words so sublime.
But not for a dime,
Just free with their time,
Sharing words that are prime,
Like a group of partners in crime.
A crime against those who impose their will.
A crime against those whose prose
Try to oppose our skill.
All of our spirits they are trying to kill.
They want us to swallow their pill,
Cuz' they hate the words that we use to thrill.
Words that they are too full of themselves to feel.
Because, to them,
It is a crime
To be free to create.
They are the closed minded,
Who only see hate.
They are free to see bait,
As they try to decide all of our fates.
But, they are far too late,
Because we are already free to be great.
So, when I become King,
Do not throw words at my throne.
Just leave me alone!
My talent is already known!
Has already been shown!
Please don't make me change my tone,
Because when it is all said and done,
I will not throw you a bone.
I'll just throw you a slam in sonnet form.
Make you squeamish
With an Italian or an English storm.
Because for me,
This is just the norm,
And when I am done,
You will never leave your dorm.
Just try to take my words from me, and give me you chains!
Prove to me that your brain has truly gone insane!
Prove that, from my pain, you have something to gain!
I will endure the doom and gloomy clouds of the vain!
And at the end of the rain, I will still remain!
Before I go,
Let me till you one thing.
I consider myself
Already the KING.
So, when it comes to "THESE" words,
The KING will sing,
"I LET FREEDOM RING!"
"I LET FREEDOM RING!"
And when it comes to "THESE" words,
The KING will sing,
"I LET FREEDOM RING!"
"I LET FREEDOM RING!"