Best Thieves Poems
I noticed her limp immediately
when she sat next to me on the bench
in the park outside of the Prado.
I inquired about her deep brown eyes
behind her octagonal glasses
that looked sad and defeated.
“I was robbed here yesterday,
during siesta,” she said.
“Two men with knives
jumped out from the bushes.”
She was Finnish and her trip to Spain
had to be cut short
because of the incident.
For a moment, I wondered,
but that didn’t stop me from asking
her if I could buy her a cup of coffee.
Minna looked tall and slender
in black jeans and matching leather boots
and her hair billowed while she hobbled
as we walked to a nearby café.
We chatted about our countries
over coffee and chocolate;
I told her about Brooklyn and baseball
and she talked of a girl’s life in Helsinki.
When our cups were empty
we drank cold Spanish lagers
under the café’s awning
and we laughed and connected
and Minna seemed to forget about
the previous day’s terrible afternoon
with each cool sip.
I trusted her true and dusky eyes
and asked her if I could lend her some cash.
“You can mail me a check
when you get home,” I said,
but Minna shook her head.
“At least take some pesatas to get
you through the day,” I added.
I reached for my wallet,
but she touched my knee.
She smiled faintly and brushed her hair
out of her face.
“There is something you can do,” she said.
“I don’t want to leave Madrid
with a bad taste in my mouth.
Can you walk with me
past where I was robbed yesterday?”
My guard went up again and I thought,
for a shameful moment,
that this was part of her plan.
I reluctantly agreed to help Minna
exorcise the thievish bad vibes
and we walked back to the spot of the offense.
She held my hand and I half-expected
a knife-wielding duo
to spring from the shrubbery,
but there was nothing except
for the sleepy midday Spanish sun
poking itself through the canopy of trees.
“Do you feel better?” I asked
as we returned to the bench
in front of the Prado.
She didn’t say anything,
but held my hand tighter.
Categories:
thieves, allegory, corruption, courage, culture,
Form:
Free verse
One of two thieves
You can only be
One of two thieves
Better choose wisely
One of two thieves
One scorned and mocked Him
Which of two thieves…?
One had to love Him
Which of two thieves…?
One joined the loud crowd
Which of two thieves…?
Which one are you?
You saw His glory?
Which one are you?
Laughed at His story?
Which one are you?
Helped make Him feel worse?
Which one are you?
Malefactors
Only two were they
Malefactors
One condescending
Malefactors
One, oh, so humble
Malefactor,
Choose this day your side
You, criminal!
For sure are you one
You, criminal!
State what you have done
You criminal!
Do you Him deny?
You criminal!
Do you Him defy?
You, Criminal!
Must be guilty
Then say, why’d He die?
Must be guilty
Yet, you mock and sigh
Must be guilty
He died in your stead
Must be guilty
So praise Him instead
Must be guilty
Hands stained, oh, blood-red!
Yes, ‘tis true guilt
Will you then appeal?
Yes, it be guilt
Take for granted still?
Yes, ‘tis your guilt
But the Father’s will
Took away guilt
How will you repay?
Remain in guilt?
For dear life you’ll pray?
Or embrace guilt?
There are two thieves
But one loves so dearly
Of the two thieves
The other loathes— clearly
You are a thief
On borrowed life, merely,
Day-to-day you live…
Wryly, or merrily?
Did He life give,
That you might live freely?
Be grateful, thief…
Saved undeservingly
Categories:
thieves, appreciation, christian, forgiveness, god,
Form:
Maybe I feel sorry for;
The amongst us thieves;
The ones who give to us;
But don't ever receive.
Maybe beggars can't be choosers;
Like lovers amongst the abusers;
That's a game I refuse to play:
Before they roll the dice, they make you pay.
You call us versions of Robin Hood;
Just like I felt you would.
Maybe you're just one of the outlaws:
Fate tied to a string of lies.
You unravel at the revelation of flaws;
Only your internal demons remember;
How your body loves to dismember;
The spirit lodged somewhere within.
Now lost to the top that spins;
Make a promise to fate;
Hoping that your intentions will relate;
Why do you take a chance on nothing?
Weren't you were promised something?
I really don't have the answer.
I've been begging the question;
Using my life as a form of detention.
From the dawn of the phoenix;
To the dust to dust amongst the ashes;
After another one of our car crashes;
Still the flames rise up and swallow us.
All the leaders make us follow;
And I don't know of a reason why;
We get back up again and try;
I don't know why you don't make me cry.
Categories:
thieves,
Form:
Concrete
"a thief of my words who plunders my reflections- a leech parasite"
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December 26, 2019
Poetry/Monoku/disgusting thief
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1211-751-02
Written for the contest, A Thief Who Steals Your thoughts
sponsor, Bobby May
First Place
Categories:
thieves, evil, rude,
Form:
Monoku
CORRUPTS: EPIDEMICAL THIEVES - ninette
Slaves
age old
to power:
septic, putrid
e p i d e m i c a l
thieving millions
a b u s i n g
the most
poor. . .
_____________________________
CONTEST NAME: NINETTE
Contest Sponsor: Silent One
~~4th Place~~
Olive Eloisa Guillermo
8:54 pm, October 10, 2015
Categories:
thieves, corruption, people, political, rights,
Form:
Ninette
Lord be my salvation.
Lord be my salvation in times of necessity.
Lord be my salvation.
I am just a wretched soul in a perilous acquaintance looking within iniquity.
Lord have mercy on me.
Lord deliver me.
Lord deliver me from the purgatory I am confound.
Lord be my deliverance.
I know my worthlessness and I repress.
Lord to you I repent.
To the Lord Almighty, I stretched my hand to thee in my time and in my identity.
The blood in my palms states: I surrender to your judgement.
No pagan God do I obey.
I am hung on the cross because I am a thief.
Oh Lord have mercy on me.
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Penned March 28, 2015!
Categories:
thieves, judgement, prayer, sorrow, spiritual,
Form:
Epic
Pirates carry none
No personal cash on hand
For fear of a thief
Russell Sivey
Categories:
thieves, life,
Form:
Haiku
Lining pockets with cash large and small,
Once found out, they return not one call.
But an amendment we need
to inflict on this breed
the same treatment that they give us all.
Categories:
thieves, history, introspection, political, recovery
Form:
Limerick
My
mother's
apple pie
straight from oven
smiling memories of her warm kitchen
frowning, the pie had disappeared from view
in the tree house
three bad boys
eating
pie
Categories:
thieves, children, food,
Form:
Tetractys
Thirty thrifty thieves furtively foraged through their filthy things finding fifty thin forks
though the thieves find of fine thin frilly forks thriftily foraged failed to thrill
Thlipping Dithicult said the first
whos swolen tongue he nursed
The second thought it a trifle tricky
this can't be read as a quicky
Contest : Big Kid Tongue Twister Challenge
Categories:
thieves, funny,
Form:
Alliteration
Standing in front of the hidden entrance
On horseback, with loud sacks
Clinking as loot hit loot.
With smiles of satisfaction adorning their faces
The chief said the magic words, and in went the team;
Safe from the spoiled, safe from the world,
Ready to go back out and lay misery on poor souls
(C) Nyonglema
Categories:
thieves, africa, allegory, poverty, power,
Form:
Free verse
Almonds encased in hard red candy
Brandy from snow white walnuts
Collateral damage to the left front bumper of the sled
Dietary restrictions on anything considered a spice
Everything more often wins the day
Francesca left her pie though (no one will eat that)
Gluwein, go get it, we need it now
Hysterical colors spin all around me
Illicit behavior may well be tolerated though only after 10pm
Jellybeans are being shoved into orifices now
Knives are being put away for the safety of everyone here (especially Dwayde)
Lathering up all the kid's faces now to resemble tiny maniac Santas
My mother is making tea
No one will drink
Octopussy is playing in the background
Phantasmagoria bread pudding
Quickly tell me who ate all the bread pudding
Round them up and shoot them
Seriously
The only thing I ever eat is the bread pudding and everyone knows it
Unusual cravings now
Vertical with help from the wall
Waiting for someone named Misty to return from her car with her white elephant
Xenon purple body
Yuletide clopping going on inside my head
Zesty reds streak across the insides of my eyelids
Categories:
thieves, christmas,
Form:
Abecedarian
THE WATERMELON THIEVES
Once when I was oh so young,
My mom decided she,
Would show us where some melons grew,
Beneath some large orange trees.
A farmer man she knew of,
Grew them there she said,
So folks would leave alone the fruit,
That grew above their head.
The melons were okay to take.
Just let the oranges be,
So off we went to pick some,
My mom, my sis and me.
I was only five years old,
So I sat in the car,
With Mama's friend who drove us there,
No light from moon or stars;
Because the orange trees blocked their light,
And I was sore afraid,
Because it was so dark in there,
Hidden in the glade.
Suddenly I saw my mom,
Running like the wind,
Right behind her came my sis,
A melon 'neath each limb.
Then in a flash my mom went down,
She tripped and broke her melons.
"Run Ruth, Run!" I heard her say,
They're runnin' and they're yellin'.
Mother! Wait! I heard Sis call,
For she had gone down too,
Stepped in a rotten one and fell,
They both were in a stew.
A flashlight beam then pierced the dark,
They made the car just barely;
And we took off just like a shot,
Took out the fence gate squarely.
We made it back home just past one.
They laughed until they cried.
I was so young I just sat there,
Agape with my eyes wide.
My mother had skinned both her shins,
My sister, she smelled funny,
Because that melon she stepped in,
Was rotten and real funky.
Some thought my mom as mothers go,
Not what you'd call high scoring,
But I can tell you life back home,
For sure was never boring.
Judy Ball
FOR NATHAN D.'s - LET'S PUT A SMILE ON MY FACE CONTEST
Categories:
thieves, adventure, childhood, family, funny,
Form:
Quatrain
The tiles upon the floor
are creaking like the door.
We're doomed to the thieving,
their wicked hearts beating
for money, we have no more.
Our windows freely swing,
letting in horrible stink,
we live by pure luck,
but mostly it sucks;
items are stolen in a blink.
The neighbor's hounds are dopes.
they allow the thieves to roam.
Burglars invade,
thieves come to stay,
My, I think I am broke!
Categories:
thieves, fear,
Form:
Limerick
No one can take away
The smiles you give to me each and every day
The comfort and security and most of all love
Peace and instruments playing sweet as a dove
Nothing alive or dead can steal such a friend
Your spirit that stays with me until the end
Beings below or above cannot rob what we share
The blessing of your wisdom and how much you care
Below the earth or in a galaxies far away
In other worlds or winds that may stray
Can capture your promises and dedication
The joy in your arms healing amazing meditation
Your hands holding mine as I bow weeping in prayer
As you ask why are you weeping?
I will never leave I am forever
The moments I know you were there
In sickness and loneliness when no one would care
You were my friend, my comforter, and my staff
Wiping my tears while making me laugh
No more dancing to someone’s drum
But knowing your love is all I need and then some
Making impressions wanting someone to be close
Thriving for someone to give me their heart as a rose
I have the best possession in the universe and worlds to be
It is you Jesus and nothing can take that from me…..
Categories:
thieves, faithme, me, universe,
Form: