Best Robbery Poems
Last night I stole a little - from time.
Don’t worry he’s got plenty on his hands
You could call it daylight robbery, but that wouldn’t be strictly correct, since
It occurred on the first of spring, at a minute past midnight.
But it’s really only semantics – isn’t it?
Oh I intend to give it back, but not until fall, I promise you that.
So for now, I intend to give it to those who
Hate waking to insipid mornings but instead,
Prefer the comfort of a long, alluring evening…
Time still has enough on his hands of course
To wake me in the usual way, the additional
Daylight finding gaps in my louvered blinds, it
Finds me; blinding me with stripes, a colouring of
Dusty motes with that angelic silver
A sliver of morning’s grace piercing my sheets
But the mornings are for birds…
And they don’t give a hoot about what was stolen.
Oh there are plenty of people who wake up to that inky blackness
Or even that rusty red, that bleeds all over the horizon
Oh they’re definitely not receivers of stolen goods,
Simply lovers of a pantomime, albeit in the morning.
She is one of those lovers… My wife Bronwyn,
A Welsh name to match her pale pearlescent skin.
Skin like perfect porcelain, that’s not in
Need of the proceeds of thievery.
Bronwyn stands over me now, the daylight interrupted
My slivers of dust broken
My colourful stripes stolen
Grace no longer piercing my sheets
Instead a finger piercing me…
“Get up!”
I did get up, for I needed to
Spend a little of the proceeds from my crime
Let the morning unwind naturally, feel the hush of
Time press upon my skin, when the sun is at its zenith
And ease into the evening like sliding into a warm bath…
John Lawless’s Poetry Contest – Saving Daylight
14 February 2015
There were three mice, members of the mob
Wanted to retire, so planned one last job
It was deep winter and it started to snow
But they weren't deterred, and the job was a go.
Their names were Gnasher, Scratcher and Dred
And you dared not cross them or you'd end up dead
Even cats were afraid of their deadly scratch
But very soon they would meet their match.
The target they hit was John O'Neils dairy
But things were now going to get a bit scary
At the main entrance was a large welcome mat
And sprawled all across it was this mean looking cat.
Their luck was in and the cat was asleep
They ran towards him and then took a leap
There was a small hole by the front door
Soon they were in, and on the shop floor.
With some small cartons they built a bridge
Reached the door handle and opened the fridge
In the mousey world it was the ultimate goal
A rare box of cheddar cheese and that's what they stole.
Meanwhile outside puss began to wake up
Was very thirsty and wanted a sup
Then in the snow small footprints he spied
The game was now up for the three mice inside.
He spotted the thieves and he gave chase
But they sprinted off at a very fast pace
The God of mice was looking down on them today
They didn't get the cheddar, but they got clean away.
The camera's were played back the very next day
As the drama unfolded there were gasps of dismay
Puss was so happy his boss he did please
By foiling the robbery and saving the cheese.
O'Neil was so impressed with the actions of his cat
He rewarded him with sardines and a brand new mat
But for the three poor mice, it ended in tears
They were eventually arrested and all got ten years.
Written 16th January 2018
The Irish bank was ripe and ready
For a hood whose hand was steady
And had a gun, not 'fraid to use it
Bent on living life or lose it
Just out side the door he waited
Put his mask on, hesitated
Then rushed in through, the bank's front doors
While standing on the lobby floor
With gun held high he shot one round
"Now everybody-- best get down"
Laying face down on the floor
A dozen patrons maybe more
And a teller, young in age
Standing frozen in the cage
So the crook with lightening speed
Driven by his lust for greed
Tossed a bag and said to fill it
Got it filled, then turned to split
As he ran, a man quite daring
Grabbed the mask the crook was wearing
At once the man, seamed surprised
Looked the robber in the eyes
Then took a bullet in the head
Now on the marble floor lied dead
The thief now desperate, looked around
At all the patrons looking down
But saw the teller, see his face
Then walked to him in rapid pace
And put the gun up to his head
Another victim laid there dead
Now the thief to end it all
Shouted out inside that hall
"Has anyone else, seen my face ?"
Perhaps a glimpse might leave a trace
Then McGee said "I'm no sneak
But I think me wife , just took a peek"
lyRical safe
i don't think sO
why the bus there is
as danGers as the sitting in my own homE
i am a Coward
i do shake with fear
for i am sure of my death
i am a citizens of the United States
a Land that Is loved by me
but give me No rights
gives me no protection under The law
how else cOuld someone rob my safe despot box
in broad day light
i the coward dare Not speak up
i the coward was shaking in my boots
when i saw the man in the red turban
standing there in the bank
as i came from the should be safety deposit box
the box that was fill with my lyrics
the lyrics the famous keep stealing
the lyrics that where under lock and key?
i do hate the coward in me
what do you think (Wikileaks)
Line of Inquiry
“I wasn’t sure what it was he said but it meant a lot to me.”
When there was still daylight lingering,
And the wind was upon the leaves,
And every leaf trembled at its touch,
On my balcony, I lazily sat.
My mind strayed like a vagabond,
Through the strange terrains of dreams,
Never settling anywhere,
Hovering over myriad things.
I was on the fringe of another world,
Idly watching the shadows chasing the light,
And the autumn clouds scurrying past ,
In endless quest across the sky.
Feeling the breath of passing breeze
I wasn’t sure how long I sat there,
In my trance, did I hear a grating sound?
Yes, a shut window opened somewhere near.
It was in the house opposite to mine.
In dim light, I saw a masculine figure behind the veil
A panther crouching under the foliage of a forest!
On that golden dusk, his eyes gleamed,
Sending out piercing shafts.
His eyes had the shine of a thousand stars
And in an instant, they got locked in mine
I don’t know what made me take my violin.
As I moved my fingers on its strings,
From it, flowed a sweet song of love.
I saw him rising slowly from where he sat
And coming closer, he parted the curtain
And smiled at me a gentle seductive smile.
From his sealed lips, some words escaped
As if proclaiming aloud- ‘I love you’!
I didn’t hear what he said, yet it meant so much to me.
I fell into a swoon, knew a sweet sensation
Creeping into me, drowning me inch by inch
We were so close, only eyelids away
And how I wished to be meshed into him!
I knew that in the depths of my sentient heart,
He made his permanent residence!
For long I carried the memory,
Of his passionate glance, seductive smile and sweet words,
Thrown across to me from an open window,
On a mild windy night of song, silence and shadows.
Again and again, it awakened in me,
A wistful longing, I hardly could resist,
Until it became a picture frozen in time.
On that gathering dusk lit in golden glow
Did he rob me in secret and carry me unawares,
On the languid wings of his honeyed words?
Or when he broke open that window,
Did he break open my heart too,
And enter it unbidden?
( BANK ROBBERY )
Theres going to be a robbery, where theres lots of cash at hand.
Its going to take the 4 of us, and we all got to understand.
There cant be any mess ups, we got to plan this robbery out.
Case the joint and watch everyone, know what each one is about.
Do it in the morning when most people are at work.
Scare the bank teller, make them think there going buserk.
Take 2 guns and a taser, and give the man a note.
Demand all the money in our bags, then later we can gloat.
Make sure the get a way car runs, make sure its full of gas.
We got a time limit, and each detail has got to be real fast.
Wear ski masks on our face, so no-one knows its us.
Look very scary, jump in circles and always try to cuss.
We are in the car on the way to bank, our blood is really cooking.
Got Mel in the drivers seat, and Jason is the lookout cause he is better looking.
We are really getting close, only a block and each one posed.
We pull up to the bank, and the damn sign says its closed.
Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION
There was a man:
He Rob the bank
And stole the cash
He shot a tank
And off he dash.
Across the street
And Into the town
He ran bare feet
Like a funny clown ??
The BBC never saw his face
The radio house never heard his voice
The papers had a blank space
The witness were all false.
Up and coming
I wrote with pen
Now everyone is asking
Who wrote this poem.
under the sink
the plumber
switches rings
It was four thirty in the afternoon broad daylight,
We arrived home after an exhausting shopping spree,
Pulled into our drive, turned off the engine, to our delight,
Home, don’t look them in the eye, dangerous, there are three.
No sooner had Hubby told me I had a gun to my head,
The other hi-jacker by my husband’s side, oh we’re dead
I said softly. Was wearing a lot of jewellery which they took,
My husband’s man-bag, with two thousand rand, the crook,
His cross and chain, our Rolex watches, then as quickly as they
Appeared, they left, I was devoid of fear, no emotion, I did pray.
Suddenly I noticed the same chap came back with his gun,
Was convinced he was going to shoot but they were not done,
Two more bracelets, can’t open the catch, this is scary, no fun,
So Hubby tugged and broke the clasp, fearing they would shoot
But hijacker happy with his steal, it was quite a catch, this loot!
To this day no one has news, or knowledge of their whereabouts,
It is still an open case, this happened 7 years ago or thereabouts.
It was now 4.35p.m the whole incident took only five minutes,
Their confidence and composure had absolutely no limits,
For us, we could not believe what an ordeal we had gone through,
This happens in South Africa, and other countries, to more than a few
They had followed us from our nearby mall, had spotted the Rolexes’
Called the Rolex gang, were really only interested in these watches
But got lucky as I was wearing more than expected, or projected!
No longer have any gold jewellery, sold it and gave the money
To the needy, whose lives may become a fraction more sunny
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Bank Robbery
Countdown to go-time
Finger my gun in the line.
They're counting on me
To get it right this time--damn.
Don't they know I'd rather not
Steal to make ends meet? I pull
Out my gun. "Give me the cash."
The Scales of Justice didn't tip my way,
I figure from the dues I've had to pay.
While thumbing down to Shaky Town
I thought I turn my luck around,
At a drugstore in Salinas on a cold September day.
The Wheel of Fortune, rolled out the door
With the owner tied and ordered to the floor.
As from the till the larger bills
I grabbed until my pockets filled,
A gunshot woke the morning on that cold September day.
My Guardian Angel flew out of town
As my body wretch’d and tumbled to the ground.
There close to death I came to rest,
A sheriff's bullet in my chest.
My ticket back to prison on that cold September Day.
Never caught a glimpse of Lady Luck.
But that ain't going to make me pass the buck.
After 3 to 10 in Folsom pen
And wondering where my life has been,
I walked out in the sunlight on a cold September day.
The Horn of Plenty wouldn’t blow my song,
But somehow through these years I’ve got along.
While never holding nothing more than
Inside straights and hotel doors,
I'll sit out while you dance with life this cold September day.
Dedicated to Guy Clark, Townes Van Zandt and John Prine.
ONE SHOULD NOT MAKE PLANS FOR TOMORROW, LIFE IS UNPREDICTABLE, THE UNEXPECTED CAN HAPPEN IN A SPLIT SECOND. “QUOTE BY POET”
I woke up to a brilliant sunny spring day,
The flowers blooming, the birds were chirping,
The tree leaves dancing to a gentle wind blowing,
Rustling their young leaves, our chime tinkling.
The jacaranda trees which looked so dashing
Giving us a glorious show, their flowers tumbling
To the ground beneath, resembling purple carpeting.
Our annual optician’s appointment was today,
So off to mall we go, reluctant to leave our patio.
We were right on time, and the optician saw me first,
All good he said after my consultation, go have fun
And choose your specs.
Whilst choosing my funky frames, a petrifying noise
Surrounded the mall, the six of us froze.
So scary ,surreal, horrendous and mind boggling,
Loud shots, automatic gun fire, people shouting,
Shots fired from where no one knew, people screaming,
We huddled under the counter, shots still ringing,
The brave receptionist ran to shut the glass door and locked it
Then ran back to join us under the counter.
Normality returned all too soon, as an elderly man who
Seemed shell shocked and disorientated, stumbled in as the
Receptionist cautiously re-opened the door. He told us the
Robbers were professionals, and were in and out in 5 minutes,
Well-rehearsed he added, and the almighty thunderous
Bangs we heard, were from hearsay, that the robbers
Shot and broke the glass display cabinets, taking
All and every piece of jewellery with them. A getaway car, revving,
In the open parking on the third floor all ready and waiting.
The jewellery shop was just above us. The ear shattering
Sounds were thus inevitable.
My thoughts however went to those terrified people shopping,
In the corridors of the mall,
Who had no shelter at all.
What happened to that wonderful sunny spring morning that I woke up to, flowers blooming, tree leaves gently swaying in the breeze and majestic jacaranda trees carpeting the ground with their purple flowers.
We are mere mortals who live on a very turbulent and troubled planet, a planet called earth.
Miraculously, no one was injured, to my knowledge.
THIS IS A TRUE STORY - IT HAPPENED TO US ON THE 30TH SEPTEMBER
Africa is very rich continent in the World
But many Africans die daily in Mediterranean sea
Sad to see how natural resources are robbing daily,
Evaluating the economy of African countries
None is closer to a poorest European Country
Complicating system which oparates to favour
EU Countries,their partners and wreck Africa.
February 25/2023
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