Best Perps Poems
I lived in Shenzhen, China, for my 6th and 7th grades - China was AMAZING.
In China, blond hair is unusual, I stood out like neon and touching blond hair was considered good luck.
In a train station, if I stood still, I could draw a curious mob - especially in the provinces like Heubi and Shanxi. I was in more than a few selfies but people were polite and respectful.
China is much more advanced than the U.S..
Everything is new, clean and modern - the Internet is faster. Most trains are bullet trains that travel 325kph (>200mph). There are more than 10 new, gleaming cities larger (and newer) than New York.
An App called WeChat (used on your phone) runs the world. Imagine Facebook, iMessage, PayPal and Uber combined - with that one App you could do anything.
At restaurants, you paid your bill at your table using WeChat from a QR code that the electronic corner of your table displayed. You even paid street vendors with the app - no one used cash.
Cameras are everywhere - if you break a law like jaywalking and BBBZZZZ you get a text and the fine is deducted from your WeChat account - all automatically.
Public TV screens, located on corners, show recent violations with the perps picture and the fine they paid - again, automatic.
Does this sound Orwellian? Well, maybe, but Chinese police don't kill people - or even engage people for minor offenses.
America, you're broke and on the edge of being a third world country.
Yeah, yeah, I know that China is free-market-communist and certainly imperfect - but if you saw China, you'd be impressed and you'd know the ugly truth - America has squandered it's wealth on military macho and forty years of war. China's last, small war was in 1980 (With Vietnam who they beat in 3 weeks and 2 days).
Middle America looks almost bombed-out with closed businesses (even before the pandemic) - but in China, you can’t look anywhere without seeing building cranes - like a forest of trees. A physical illustration of Americas loss of wealth.
I LOVE America - it’s sad to see. We've gotta wake up.
Categories:
perps, 11th grade, angst, city,
Form:
Free verse
The Mill wheel wouldn't turn until the Spring
The yellow tape defines it a crime scene
Similar to one in 1930
Locals watch police investigating
The 1840 gristmill's history
Involves the town's most famous mystery
A man charged with fraud and duplicity
Dodged first degree murder complicity
Whispers ran through the town from door to door
A dead body, missing cash... furthermore
Under the waterfall... just like before
Talk of murder weapon left on the floor
A deep freeze had the town on hold for weeks
No official info... except for leaks
By and by the case was about to peak
Ice melts, revealing secrets - the wheel creaks
Tips led to stolen cash confiscation
Perps confessed on cross examination
Funds came through for the Mill's renovation
Waterfall Weddings... book reservation
Submitted July 5, 2018
One, Nine, Sixteen V3.0 Contest by Viv Wigley
Seventh Place
Categories:
perps, adventure, humorous, imagery, mystery,
Form:
Rhyme
Wayne White can't take it no more;
his life is an ordeal and he wells knows
that he's got spies around him galore.
So, no matter what, wherever he goes
stalkers are there, night and day.
They don't leave him alone at all.
They won't get out of the way;
At the store, at the bank, at the mall.
"They follow me, they tap my phone,"
he says. This disrupts his sleep,
undermines his health, makes him weep.
Why on earth don't they leave him alone?
Worst thing is, he doesn't know why
He has become a TI.
The perps perform street theater,
They also stalk him on Twitter.
Categories:
perps, animal, april, color, cool,
Form:
Free verse
Saving the World
I wanted to write a poem
That would change the world.
Incite deep thought.
Spur others to action!
Save the world!
I could see my words
Crossing swords with evil perps!
Scathing missiles unleashed from the
Molten fires of my sharp mind.
Exploding fallacies, lies, brutal falsehoods.
The reservoir of my wisdom would remain
To guide the youth of Always,
Instruct citizens of Now
And correct mistakes of Yesteryear.
Forge a better place.
Until I realized that today
The fires are out.
The sword is sheathed.
The silo is blocked by a dump truck
Of ordinary.
My coffee is good.
My husband is laughing by my side
And the cat is purring niceties
As he rubs against my legs.
Maybe tomorrow.
by Mari Sloan
copyright November 2009
Categories:
perps, love, peace
Form:
I flew one time
Over the going ons of this life
I saw fate's plan
From my conception to my third ex wife
From the dumpster babies to a NorthWestern paradise
From train traffic delays to buses blowing up in Saudi uh-rayb
From sending your picture to med schools to 25 cent giving a family food
From giving profiles an update to gettin profiled and court dates
From same love and reverse racism
To double X chromosome unnecessary circumcision
From society's mutiny to wives being sold and muted on their knees
From all the pastors receiving enough to breakeven
and the poor that are rich in faith no matter circumstance nor season
From rainbows leading you to gold to rainbows meaning the devil has bought your soul
From waterfalls to your teardrops
From catchin crooks to crooked cops
Opening fire on perps to opening fire on purp
From losing your last dollar to finding your worth
Over satiating our hunger to babies dying of thirst
From oil and water
To closed minds and open legs
Old autopsies at a young age
All that lynching but we can't hang
Inherited all your bad genes
All these heirs but I can't breathe
Bending the air so it won't fit in your lungs
Authoritative action leaves you speechless because they'd prefer for
me and you
you and I
to breathe less
But I ain't trying to handshake no angels yet
Not yet
Categories:
perps, angel, birth, fear, forgiveness,
Form:
Free verse
I spoke with two people at the party Saturday.
A young police officer, short-haired, fit,
chiseled face who had two young children.
He felt constrained by the law, without discretion
to question mopes (perps) aggressively
or to let go those who were obviously no threat.
Even at a family function he seemed straight-backed, correct,
devoted to his role as our protector (and his children’s)
yet I thought perhaps too deeply in debt, indentured
to the rules and laws of legislators and destined
to be disappointed (or worse). I thought his courage
and devotion (to whom or what?) would surely
be poorly repaid and that this lesson
was necessary to ready him with wisdom
for death or further living. I worried like a brother
about the unpredictable dangers, even terrors,
he must daily face, and the pleasure he takes in facing them.
How will he return to the fragility of family,
of the soul alone, after wielding the force
of the state, the blind, combined will of us all?
Next a business exec, retired from a well known
global investment firm. At first we talked about
the lush beauty of the northeast compared to the arid west
(although he loves every inch of the west, too).
Then somehow we got beyond light conversation
when he complained about the perceived decline in values
for instance how the Ten Commandments can’t be publicly
displayed. He said we can all agree on God
but I said I have a mechanistic view of the universe
(although the unknowable always sits just out of reach
of the known). I told him my dad’s theory of reincarnation,
a good man and a corporate seeker of God also, whose shoes
I could never fill unless I swore belief in a supreme being.
No hard feelings. Then he told me the story
of his dying friend, an atheist, not even a deist
like the founding fathers, who opened his eyes for the last time
to correct the exec’s misperception that now he’d meet his maker.
Having exceeded the bounds of acceptable conversation
I went looking for my children. Nothing more to question.
Categories:
perps, brother, children, courage, death,
Form:
Free verse
Keep the money,
if you keep your mouth shut
Feel free to speak openly on all things,
as long as the sealed information stays put
Let your bank account numbers go up,
as certain liberty restrictions get placed on lockdown
You willingly signed on the dotted line,
when the adversarial lawyer said it was settlement time
NDA in effect, baby ...
Non-disclosure agreement
Whatever the defendant did to you,
you can’t talk about it no more
Whatever axe you gotta grind still —
just best bury it,
and start honoring the deal
NDA starts today, baby ...
Non-disclosure agreement
Whatever the media asks,
you no longer can say
Legal language got you in a moral bind:
you sold your personal grievance
for a boatload of shiny dimes
Best-seller book expose
and silver screen movie
ain’t happening
But no longer do you have to be cross-examined,
getting grilled
This unanchored you
from having to pay a lot of legal bills
NDA is pure secrecy, baby ...
Non-disclosure agreement
Make the predator serve the prey
It’s the legal way
for perps not to have to pay
for their crime
At least ... not by ... receiving any jail time
They would gladly pay money
to make those sordid details all go away
Now that you’ve signed on the dotted line,
you’re free to talk about this to yourself
Just remember: don’t disclose this to anybody else
Categories:
perps, judgement, money, society, truth,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
A student who was stabbed to death,
It’s horrible to learn,
Was set upon by kids so young
It made my stomach turn.
One robber, 13 years of age,
Took part in the attack.
For criminals of such an age,
There is no going back.
I know that’s pessimistic
But a teen who has a knife
Shouldn’t, with things being equal,
Have such disregard for life.
Though rehabilitation
May be ordered by the state
For both the victim and the perps,
It seems too little much too late.
Categories:
perps, death,
Form:
Rhyme
Entitled to this course, destiny since
birth, manifest destiny, beast of
burden my work, value my words, a
verse, got a lot to go and get it the
guap and golden ticket, that's
wonka, the flow wet Willy, you
under water, probably sound like
chewbacca, rookie but do my doggy,
paws in the dirt, unleashed, release
steam, boiling over work I'm dope,
the scheme, plot plan and
purpose,you perps, mastered in my
ring like I ran the circus,
trapeze,trap muscle suspense, more
bars than your cell phone service,
diseases, can't escape the virus, the
symptoms resurface, he burning, my
thoughts boil over like there's fire
below him, hate is beneath me I'm
above all the drama and adolescent
performance, grown man business,
insurance, claim another death of
the beat, replay that's 401k, my life,
lifetime channeled, need shame, the
struggle I'm humbled, couraged like
the lion, scarecrow need his brain,
think I got it to a science, explain,
the picture, first it's viewed in
silence, to grasp the emotion
displayed,
Categories:
perps, art
Form:
Free verse
Officer, I’m here to turn myself in
"What did you do? Start at the beginning."
I didn’t do anything,
Negligence is my sin
I was walking the street with my friend
We saw young men lurking around,
Playing music
"That’s not a crime, did they have weapons,
Did they use them?"
No, the problem was a real young girl
Under the influence
If anything happened to her,
It’s the men’s fault,
Not the liquor or her abuse of it.
I’m so ashamed,
To have seen her and look away
Like a short while ago I wasn’t in her place
So please, take me in and throw away the key
I won’t dispute any thing or try to bargain for a plea
New Yorkers say we’re from NYC
We’ve seen everything
As if it absolves us of responsibility
We tell ourselves it don’t got nothing to do with me
But with the molester, the rapist, the abuser,
Bystanders are just as guilty
Tell me how we’re in the city of no sleep
But no one saw anything
Or was it simpler to turn a cheek?
I hold myself accountable,
But know some just as liable
Although they’d never admit their role
Because they live in denial
And when they’re trying to find perps,
To me they’re easily identifiable
They’re the mutes who walk by,
Citizens who are unreliable
Categories:
perps, child abuse, forgiveness, innocence,
Form:
Free verse
Impressions and confessions are a dangerous deal, after a slap across the face
and an ice-cold meal. Johnny was a sick little lonely sad boy, his mom pulled his
hair and his dad broke his toys. Johnny would cry and kick and scream, until the
night came to him with a painful, bad dream. His tears evaporated up into his
brain making the light turn to dark and the membrane insane. A complimentary
platter of cannonball dreams, melting the matter to vomit and the vomit to
screams. Johnny did die a painful sad death and his parents showed sorrow
with conveyors of meth. A dove he was in an over looking tree, in search of
nutrition and a place to be. He took all the beatings and rose after each shove,
but why couldn't this child experience some love? Sanity? Insanity? Brothers of
battered and bitter scars, attempt to reconcile through the murky, old stars. A
show has begun amongst razorblade tongues, with gasoline drinks and tunes
over sung. Time is short and the show must continue, so lets tighten our belts
and feast upon sinew. Snow falls and cows turn blue, now if only I was sane this
dream may be true. I question my ability to think and produce, my minds in the
gutter, wrapped in sanity's noose. So lets furnish our glasses up to the rim, for
sanity has lost, since his brother butchered him. Victims’ run the show and savor
purloined blood, while they mimic its flow with a statue of mud. They scream at
the laughter that bellows from their lungs, like the roofing mans calling on a
ladder lacking rungs. It's the victims’ turn for a voice and a say in it all, it's the
victims’ turn for a scream, before they die from the fall. Burning down houses and
stealing rich blood, it's the perps turn to fall into the depths of dense mud.
Categories:
perps, angst, death, sad, sad,
Form:
Rhyme
Accusatory high-pitched voices
singing in the masculine reign
Humiliated pride getting drenched
by doubtful, male chauvinist disdain
Emotional double octave level of pain,
bitter ... bitter —
Sad and angry
Enough to drive a decent woman insane
Violated women groping for the right testosterone words
that might make reasonable, tone-deaf men hear
Devastated women fondling their own estrogen silence
for too long ...
mute pointed fingers falling on Helen Keller ears
Now spirited voices are making a vocal late charge,
with angst fury and transparent tears
Hoping to arouse in their misogynist tormentors,
female pierced phallic fears
The reasons they all give as to why their voices
waited so late to wail is very troubling
Why in the world did these aggrieved women take so long,
did their moral outrage for justice fall asleep at home?
Where was their public cry in the early aftermath
of those despicable forced degradations?
Charging so late into the public fray, make the women look
vindictive, cruel and shrew
It make the perps appear as though they’re the victims,
and that’s really a crying shame too
Garnering fifteen minutes of fame
is very unbecoming of their lady sung blues
Their stories of abuse still do need to be told;
but legal check the sordid details in early,
before the criminal forensic evidence gets cold
Categories:
perps, abuse, perspective, truth, women,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
El Presidente don’t Tennessee
nothing bad coming,
tho’ the global orbitals
saw viral things very differently
Happy talk tongue taters
do eerily
Idaho ear mash liquor please
Delaware drunk on denial,
so Iowa unaware
that the body litmus test
is gonna crimson cost higher
The Ivory home
(with the igloo dome)
in un-Wash D.C.
got the Nevada neon soundbytes
Alaska gaslighting
Montana malaria nonsense
New Jersey devil-speak
is a spit-splash of
Flo-rida jingo-jingle noise:
Colorado pulp fiction vig juice
of New York grifter con-fidence
West Virginia coal pipes rattling
delusional hiss tales untruth
Murmuring Utah pseudo-soothsayer hoax salt
message mixed in
utter Louisiana swamp cackle placating broth
Kentucky bourbon breath
be mirage-aged facts
in a California Death Valley cask
Pennsylvania Ave. perps pledging a pathogen allegiance
to Indiana vaping jones —
Ill moan shills of Illinois cremating bones
South of North Dakota
are so many fear reservations
of minimal test quotas
North of South Carolina
are very few swine swill flu taste hesitation
But *CDC’s beaker manic motion
botched the pestilent cure potion
Now, from the Oval top
to the Pentagon bottom,
there’s a United State of denial
Flooding the closed border with
Rio Grande pandemonium,
Texas-sized tears
break down the New Mexico wall
of pandemic jeers
As Georgia’s scientific swells
placebo smile
at the syringe sound
of the Maine coast death knells
While El Presidente
only coin care to
Mississippi make-believe see
Missouri monetary glad tidings
Toot the little horn of confusion, please ...
‘cause Toto knows
we’re not in Kansas anymore, Dorothy
*CDC is an acronym for Center for Disease Control.
A federal agency whose headquarter
is located in Atlanta, Georgia.
— Romantic Warrior
Categories:
perps, america, death, leadership, sick,
Form:
Elegy
Bubble freeverse
Bubbles bursting all around,
Watch out for sour grapes
Haunting words of poncford youth,
Suck some aigs they bubble brownly,
Toothful toothful toothful tooth, in truth,
Bubbles fractured, virgin bubble,
Fragile little perps that’s all,
Historically the owners right,
Trouble is you’re every ready,
Soon gone no right or wrong,
Regret full lack of bubble,
in yer bloody bath,
Suck on cider no more trouble,
Bore water, no lather,
Lay back, kick and bloody laugh.
Debbie Guzzi
Contest Name Bubbles
Categories:
perps, adventure,
Form:
Free verse
Rape will always be rape, be it 'stranger' or 'friend, '
Be it soldier or priest; it is still about shame!
Just a dollop of power and perps seek the weak,
And their purpose is always to sully one's name.
Dreams of rape invite prey to be victim no more,
For the weak ones "recovered," now bring others pain,
True, some scapegoats get punished, the few who get caught,
But the truth is quite simple; our species not sane!
Rape's no longer just physical, now social norm,
Every bride that sells self or sold, womb's meant for birth,
While society screws hapless men sent to war,
Robbing all souls of empathy, scourging the earth.
Anyone claiming they're 'untouched' likely a liar,
Be you son or a daughter; there's price to be paid.
A child born out of wedlock has bastard for dad,
But there's never a winner in such escapade.
It's no wonder some leaders look like Donald Trump,
The high priest of the angry, he laughs at their trust,
Likely raped by his family, wanting revenge?
The psychotic just laugh, need no psychiatrist.
Long Tooth
August 5,2017
Categories:
perps, abuse, bullying, evil,
Form:
Quatrain