Best Thick As Thieves Poems
Canvas of Catastrophe
An outcast portait of society
Public opinion timidly restrained
Descriptive world of psychotic anarchy
Borderline genius, brilliantly insane
Artificial imagined ancient discovery
Sacrificed human, silenced little lamb
Red drifted mist it's as thick as thieves
King of the Dead, Queen of the Damned
Perfect people dancing in puppet strings
A choreographed movement of the masses
The artists painted canvas of catastrophe
dead people buried below green grasses
Secret genetic DNA coded re-structuring
Designer drugs for a euphoric state of mind
left to watch planet earth fight its catastrophe
Sitting in front row seats atop of cloud nine
Poem Revised @ 10/26/17
Entered into contest: "End October Premiere Contest"
Hosted by: Brian Strand
The Great Escape - The Birds - Charade - The Fugitive, The Twilight Zone
It's A Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World-
Civil rights, Viet Nam
The Beatles begged to hold my hand
The day was young and so was I
My eyes were focused inward, never far my own home
In the tides where I swam, the shoreline seemed far from my door
The morning broke, and all was well. Just me alone with Jack LaLane,
A new routine to start the day. The seas were calm within the room
I was swimming on the floor, lifting legs, breathing hard
until…..until…..until
Abruptly, as the static rose, Jack soon transformed into fuzzy snow
An anchored voice would pull me down, as if a wave was drowning me
Cronkite appeared with solemn eyes, he cleared his throat, and took a breath
I searched within his trademark psalm to calm the storm that whirled around
But none was found. As he kept control, he let the wounded words unfold
I begged for him to change the tide, but magnitude too great to own
The undertow was understood.
The day was bright, with amber light. Leaves drifted down as they must do
Football games, a dance that night. Holidays had been conceived
But life and death were thick as thieves, giving lungs no time to breathe
No hit parades, no silver screen, charades, escapes or Hitchcock tales.
An unrelenting undertow had swept the ground beneath my feet
I remember how the day was born, intended for a different end
Ringo, George, Paul and John .. was there someone there to hold my hand?
No great escape. I had to drown. It's A Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World
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We made a trip to town today
And took West Mountain Road.
My friend and I prefer that way
Back there, where time has slowed.
We drove past farms in rolling hills
Where cattle grazed in shade
The creek we crossed wore summer frills
A flowery masquerade
Huge towering trees were thick as thieves
Which hid us from the sun
Still on occasion, through the leaves
He'd tag us on the run
"round hairpin curves, slowed to a crawl
As slow as one would walk
Protected by an old stone wall
Ignored by squirrel and hawk
We reached the summit way too soon
Rewarded by the view
The height and beauty made us swoon
One reason most eschew
It was a roller-coaster ride
We marveled at our luck
A quick descent down the backside
Wind swirling in the truck
We coasted all the way downtown
To shop and grab a snack
Then raced before the sun went down
To take West Mountain Road back.
By Daniel Turner
If you stick your neck out for a friend, you’re likely to lose your head.
A friend is a potential enemy in disguise as a loving wife just before vowing ties.
Friends are of all kinds but the kind you want them to be.
A friend you use is a friend you abuse and who has no use of you.
The friend you call upon in need is always in greater need.
If you give a friend an helping-hand, make sure you take it back as soon as you can.
If you trust your friend with your girl, you’re the biggest dope in the world.
When friends meet, they always talk about beating meat.
If you take a friend to dine, make sure he leaves his horse behind.
The friend with daughters is the kind you wished sported blinkers.
A friend who works in banks, we always drop in - in person - to say thanks.
The friend’s wife even if she’s a bad cook is no chinook to hook.
If friends go on vacation with their wives, they always know who connives.
Friends who live close-up always end-up in the lock-up.
A friend with an axe to grind always uses it on some friend’s uterine.
A friendly father is one who takes a lasting interest in his daughter’s girl friends.
A friend who loans you some dough is always knocking on your door.
Only a friend who walks his dog picks the hour your wife goes out for a jog.
A friend at your beck and call must be wondering why you don’t him enthrall.
A friend by any other name is a still a friend you can put to shame.
A friend is someone you can entrust your shame with, but never your fame.
Keep your distance from the friend who shouts in your face for it’s a downright disgrace he spits in your face.
Friends who work for rival companies tend to share daily work memories.
Friends who work in different embassies are thick as thieves.
The greatest friends are those married couples with very large families who realize far too late they are/were really homo-sexuals.
Friends who give one another too many presents ought to look for friends who only give presents.
The best friends are those who need no psycho-analysts for they can see each other without waiting for appointments.
Childhood friends always end-up wishing their friends on other friends.
A friend of a friend always turns up for a spend or a lend.
Long lost friends who meet to go out for the night leave behind wives happy, whallop-py and tight.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2016
There survives a burg, strangled by,
A fume as thick as thieves,
Where soaring glass stalagmites screen,
The adroit aggrieved.
Skyscrapers and broad avenues,
Where vast trains shunt and squall,
Where soaring glass stalagmites screen,
The vestige’s caterwaul.
Where night tide is perennial,
The gargoyles chill and ward,
Aged curves and finials resist,
Thick gnarling walls contort.
High atop the waves, over looking the world apart
she stands with tender hands, ready to caress Seas Heart
calming the storm, riding the waves
water will sound, hiding in the tiniest caves
echoes through night, to hear his masters voice
his head held high, nudging her lovely choice
until the morning breaks, the dew breaks over the ocean
the salt as thick as thieves, while the waves are roaring like a locomotion ...
Rose, an offspring of beauty and strength,
skies of fire and burn from afar and add quite a length
floods of water racing over the top
head pounding like fire, what a flop
burning sensations of the salt
to the tongue taste like malt
Rose pulled and prodded what a enchanted fairly was she
Seas Heart raged back neighing, a free spirit was he
trying to find their home once again
their copulation coming to a glorious end.
Brooke
Yes, I love beer
And beer loves me,
We’re as thick as thieves
As honey is to bees.
I can’t help but wonder
What life would be
Without this golden amber,
Not a world I’d like to see.
Every sip a luscious joy,
Food for body, mind and soul,
It warms in winter, cools when hot,
As water is to ice, as fire adores its coal.
But now they claim it hampered,
My judgement in my youth,
A baseless common slander,
Insulting and uncouth.
A lifetime spent in service,
As a bastion of the law,
A judge regaled with honor,
Not just a man of straw.
So what I had a tipple
And sometimes a few more,
It livened up the party,
With a drink I so adore.
As to these accusations
That somehow I blacked out
I just can’t help but wonder,
How folks could not this doubt.
A father and a husband,
A friend to countless girls,
A man of faith and principle,
Tarnished by innuendo’s swirls.
So let this be a lesson
To all young pups today,
Consider each and every action,
Beware of what posterity may say.
Sometimes I long for the days when we were young
Laughing and playing having fun
The days when we were thick as thieves
Playing kickball and running the streets
Camping trips with mom and dad
Remember all the fun we had
I miss our teenage years and all that big hair
Our favorite bands on the radio we would blare
Stealing big sister's clothes getting her bent out of shape
Pushing buttons cause the other we would ape
Going to bars and then cruising the Graph
Staying out late spending all our cash
Those days are over and went by so fast
But you gotta admit we had a blast
Met Nori on a bus on trip with
The Girl Rangers - Boy Scouts.
She was a year ahead, nothing said.
She didn't fit in, neither did I.
We became buddies, thirteen years.
We drank, smoked, got higher in rank.
My prize was being most overlooked.
One trip for being far from camp.
We were thick as thieves, friends.
She loved my dad, as I loved Susan's
Mother, both alcoholics. Susan was
Another friend, but not as close.
My brother's friend was Phil, Susan's
Brother. My third friend was Debbie.
Her mother took me under her wing.
Nori was the closest. She helped me
Leave on my journey at seventeen,
And again at twenty-seven. My dad
Kept in touch, I did not. She didn't
Change after children, I did. Her
Childen were almost same age as mine.
I've tried now to find her with no luck.
Fog thick as thieves reduces sight
Misty drops drip from eaves
All's quiet in nature's realm
How my heart slowly bleeds
Time seems to be swiftly ending
Days are numbered 'pon wall
See the calendar's pages move_
Xes seem to voice sqall
She talks to angels but what is she speaking? What are the prayers she is asking
for,the mystery that the remains the question i ask. Dont understand the
mystery of her actions is it a test of will to morals is a test of the music that has
plagued our brains well not our brains in general but mine more than anything.
Still the song continues songs unite us in new ways bring new memories new
vibes to life. Still its new life to my soul new oxygen to my blood ironic due to the
fact blood is the color of my mood till recently. Not the same as things as i have
felt before but still similar to mind games of the past. Still a fool for the challenge
a fool for soul in healing i have been a healer for many years similar to my counter
parts. Still i am more accepting to my curse of karma. A healer is a man of
different color all together. Denial courage hope who really knows i have wrote
this before on the walls that burn slowly around us the walls that hold the vulture
perched among us.Still more surround us I cant ignore in my writings. The term
thick as thieves been throwed around over the years thick as thieves the thieve is
a solo artist in the acts of there surroundings an act of there own individuality
looking out for numbero uno so to speak. No thieves are thick just thick in the
pockets of there hell they create. The evil does not win the bad times out weight
the good it will end. PIss off enough people some one will stand weather it be in
anger violence or speech in there own matters..j.h.g
A Long Journey And Very Sad Look Back
Looking back at those youthful follies invited
Days of sweet glory and thoughts of being knighted
Time sends back its memories of the lively ghost
My crazy younger self, that all too willing host
Life has raced through distant extended middle years
With its love, joy, misery, pains and saddest tears
Longings bereft of Love's satisfying reprieves
Brave daredevil fools taunted Fate, were thick as thieves
Then time slapped us from slumber with its mighty knocks
No bluffs of bravado could destroy these new shocks
Midnight dreams remind us of death and true love lost
No lying can convince, wild-times were worth the cost
Youthful folly serves a purpose we may not know
For with each knock down, our wisdom began to grow
Robert J. Lindley , 2-15-2017
Sonnet, Lin 12/12
Syllables Per Line: 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12
Total # Syllables: 168
Total # Words: 123
Note: This sonnet was inspired by a conversation I had this morn with an old friend from my youth. He had just learned of my mother's recent death and called to give condolences.
He started speaking about the many very wild times we had over 40 years ago.
After thinking about that conversation most of today, this sonnet started forming in my head.
With the sad truth being, those wild young times were folly and not a positive regardless of how we may choose to remember/romanticize them.
We were tight — we were thick as thieves
Only we didn’t quite know it then
Isn’t it true that a friend in need
Is your only kind of friend
And we band of brothers
Went marching through the streets
Ready to take that dirty old town by storm
And we band of brothers,
Whoever we did meet
Became unwitting belligerents in our war
In Pikersville —
We were small-time
But we had big ideas and big words
In Pikersville —
Strictly small-time
The chosen steer marked out from the herd
Now, a generation or more is passed
And we’ve reared up our own
To take up the Piker mantle, once again
To walk the casual hallways
In our glorious institutions
And glow like stars in a constellation of friends
And we band of brothers
Went marching through the streets
Ready to take that dirty old town by storm
And we band of brothers,
Whoever we did meet
Were drafted as belligerents in our war
Small town — small change — full of big ideas
Oh Mourning Cloak butterfly, to where and to whom do you fly
Oh Admiral Butterfly, so many mirrors to count before you die
Oh Jezebel Nymph I love the way you sit on a summer's love flower
by a pipturus mulberry tree, where love blooms without cower
Oh silkworms of beauty eating mulberry leaves, thick as thieves
spinning cocoons warm as rain by a mountain of mulberry leaves!
Oh Monarchs, you with your autumnal colored wings of flaming geest
I love the way you flit around the mulberry tree like angels at a feast
Oh Mulberry tree how majestic thou art, standing by the rivers edge
it is here that I stand in beauty like the sun, taking my last pledge.
It has become your personal mission
To ensure my admission.
Your insistances are my pet peeves,
We happen to be as thick as thieves.
Certainly not dumb and dumber,
Our summer nights are far from a bummer.
Your presence need not to be grand,
Just like the simple act of taking your hand.
Moments in time
That often felt sublime.
They are frozen in a photograph,
I need not lie, I can take a polygraph.
Known each other since the start of our youth,
Remember when I lost my first tooth.
Although the road may seem to bend,
Always know that you'll be my friend.