They can print money, when there’s a big dept
for us that’s a crime, and we’d end up doing time
It smells of baloney, with this concept
it’s for them to shine, so they can have their dime
Categories:
doing time, corruption, money,
Form: Rhyme
On a dark and rainy afternoon
Whence I’d been sentenced to my bedroom
For my crime of failing to take care
To not be a pain in my mother’s derriere
As it happens, I was a lad of six
Full of mischief and annoying tricks
Apparently, I had failed to take warning
That had been admonished all morning
Thus, when afternoon did arrive
Tried, convicted, and sentenced was I
Confined to barracks until further notice
Oh, what the heck, I’d make the most of it
I played for a while with a couple of toys
Yet, this furnished so very little joy
There on a shelf sat a book my sister said
I’d really enjoy if I wasn’t so thick in the head
I looked at the cover and it did look fun
The title was The Swiss Family Robinson
Now this came to pass, though my heart didn’t swoon
A love affair began that very afternoon in my room
I while still at tender young age was that day engaged
As I fell in love with words on a page
Categories:
doing time, 2nd grade, appreciation, books,
Form: Couplet
Doing Time With Love
Like a raisin in the sun
Time is its own enemy.
Encountering love on its battlefield
It ticks away with ageless accuracy.
Eternity knows no boundaries;
And love is infinite.
Categories:
doing time, analogy, imagery, inspirational, love,
Form: Prose Poetry
I know I did wrong I committed a crime
That’s why I’m here just doing my time
Alone in a room behind a locked door
With stains on the wall and dirt on the floor
Four bars on the window there’s not much to see
For breaking the law looked what happened to me
I miss all my friends and my family as well
For doing wrong I am locked in a cell
One little room with a pan and a sink
You couldn’t imagine ho what a stink
I can’t wait for the day that comes to an end
Why no visits V.O’s I did send
For what I had done I had a lesson to learn
Just sitting and waiting to hear the key turn
I’m telling you this so listen to me
For breaking the law behind bars you will be
Categories:
doing time, life, lonely, poetry, prison,
Form: Rhyme
I have faced death many times
How, I escaped its grasp ?
Simply, can't be defined
Someday, I know, it will be, my time
But until then, this fragile life is mine
I know the clock is ticking
It will, 'till I take my last gasp
But for now, I'll just keep on kicking
And take my licking,
While death keeps pricking
Oh Shadow, I see it in your eyes
You want it to be a big surprise
The day you hold me in your clasp
I will see right through your guise
And find the truth, that hides behind the lies
Categories:
doing time, death, introspection, journey, life,
Form: I do not know?
As I sit alone in my cell
My mind starts to dwell
On the fact that I’m still here
Trapped in my own hell
Alone and imprisoned
By my own fear
As I continue my sentence
Year after year
My own prison I've built
Out of my own depression and shame
Unwilling to forgive
I have only myself now to blame
The foundation was laid
From my mistakes and bad choices
Bonded and strengthened
By all the angry condemning voices
The walls are built high
Solid and stout
To insure that I never
Climb or break out
Though my crimes were not evil
To be punishable by death
Sometimes I imagine it so
That I can breathe my last breath
Loneliness and heartache
Are two things I know well
Along with sorrow and pain
That keep me confined to my cell
One day I may be pardoned
And finally set free
From the emotional chains
That are now binding me
When that day comes
Will I be reformed and made whole
Or in this cell will I stay
Another condemned and lost soul
Categories:
doing time, depression, emotions, judgement, pain,
Form: Rhyme
Thirty five years ago I met a man in the coffee shop.
He told me that he had been coming here for thirty five years.
I smiled at him and said really?
That was my first time.
Thirty five years later I am still here in the coffee shop.
Today I spoke to a young man.
I told him I had been coming here for thirty five years.
He smiled at me and said really?
This was his first time.
Categories:
doing time, age,
Form: Free verse
don't be bought
you might get caught
don't be blind
there trouble of all kind
its a crime
might you to do too
it
DOING TIME
Categories:
doing time, confusion, corruption,
Form: Light Verse
kept this in mind
and not lying
you committe
a crime
read the sign
you will be not free
you'llbe
DOING TIME
Categories:
doing time, sad
Form: I do not know?
Thirty days hath September, April, June
November and anyone...
over the speed limit.
© Harry J Horsman 2011
Categories:
doing time, funny,
Form: Kimo
As I read each word on every line,
that he wrote from a hell doing time,
my heart hurt so deep inside,
how many tears has this mother cried...
He talked about how he hurt those he loved,
and all those days I didn't know where he was,
I could tell the tears were falling from his eyes,
he said mother, I'm done with all my lies....
Then he told me he was ashamed of his past,
and did I think we could ever move on,
I assured him with all my heart, and soul,
a mother can't rest until her child is home.
Then he said something that made me smile,
as he talked about how things were inside,
so many in here don't have a friend,
I have my Bible, that's how I have survived.
Then I knew my son would be just fine,
now he knew with all his heart, and soul,
his Savior saved him, and gave him comfort from within,
that goes to show, Jesus follows us wherever we go.
Categories:
doing time, lifeme, mother,
Form: Narrative
Sitting here day after day wondering and dreaming of what i left behind.
Not being able to communicate with the outside world.
Waiting and hoping for a visit or a call.
The days and nights seem to be lost forever.
Longing to see you or anyone to say hello.
The days pass by just counting the time till i will be set free.
free to come and go.
Not having to listen to the doors of our cell block slamming behind us as we walk through.
There is nothing compared to life behind bars.
Categories:
doing time, family, life, sad, visionary,
Form: Bio