Let me my audience a bit corrupt,
My peaceful society dare disrupt,
Protests by The Righteous erupt
From fears one might The Taught adopt!
If the itch is to bring off crime,
Then feel this other itch of Time;
I tell you vital 'timing crime'
You become slippery like slime
And doubly able to peaks climb,
Never at the mercy of clime...
Rogues who time crimes reach one's last dime,
One leaves with vexed lips of sipped lime;
A bathtub one thinks has packed grime.
Gosh! I'd been trying to Smart Crooks prime
For heists that are sure with mere mime
Of faster actions that should rhyme.
Categories:
heists, addiction, cry, evil, money,
Form: Rhyme
An enduringly charming singer,
His heard voice did linger,
His conquering kicks of a Ninja,
To The Despairing, a ginger.
Wondrously effusive a singer,
His lyrics a bell ringer
And to millions, their Bliss Bringer:
Losers to the heists of Dead Dillinger.
His rhythms rolled the ball of God Wingers,
The strings of his guitars plucked by practised fingers.
Every handed Grammy,
For his doted - upon mummy,
Some of the songs he did tailor,
For his Elizabeth Taylor.
For the most part doubly likeable,
And a character quite believable,
Save for the wanton plastic surgeries,
Describable in terms of body forgeries…
It had to be a Virgo’s tinkering with one’s health,
In same willing to sink unthinkable wealth.
Categories:
heists, celebrity, character, confidence, confusion,
Form: Rhyme
Rattling rain drops,heists our sleep at mid night
Settling on tops,over the roofs from a width height
Prattling quickly stops, whence I catch his sight
Curling his mops of hair with my fingers a bit tight
Battling cold, hops out when he hugs me in dim light
Tackling him,slops sweat,continually in the twilight
Troubling,he cops pleasure kissing me with might
Bowling love crops stress,making us look bright.
6-7-2020
Note2:Triple Rhyme poetry Contest.(N/A)
Placed as Honourable Mention in the contest.
Note2: Strand Completely New (20),
Any Form,Any Theme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand.
Categories:
heists, feelings, july, june, love,
Form: Rhyme
He takes a lone journey leaving out everyone
He looks right, left and right again
Searching out for the faces in sight
He sneaks in the shield of darkness
With smacking and drooling lips
And lustful bulging eyes
Mirroring only scrumptiousness
Unable to wrest his mind’s biddings
He muffles his mumbling conscience
And swoops and heists to the coffers
Scooping the sweats of another’s brow
Smiling derisively with a shaming glow
Today he leaves his heart to rehearse the schemes
Seeing already the bounty bought by the trip
He traces his route to his routine ride
And seeks out to cover the tracts
But the unforeseen scene he ditched, sets in
His hands is trapped in the cookie jar
Everyone is drawn in to the hidden story
Categories:
heists, corruption, satire, society, solitude,
Form: Free verse