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Fortunately, where I live, entertainment is free.
Neighbors always sparring back and forth.
Through layers of blistered clapboard poverty...
One time they really tied one on; he was barking incoherently.
She volleyed back, calling him "Mr. Teeny Weeny."
Afterwards there was nothing but a hard silence.
I hadn't laughed like that in a long, long while.
Just last fall, a father and son were in front of my house.
Knives in hand, ready to carve each other into bloody clowns.
I didn't call the cops; I just watched in silent awe.
Wide-eyed and waiting for the scythe to fall.
There's no future in being the neighborhood snitch.
Unfortunately, both of the clowns stumbled away and lived.
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.
A Gangster's Cry
Everyday gangs loses one of their own, all for the selfish intent of wanting the throne.
Battle after battle, can't rest easy at night, blood stained hands after a deadly fight.
Wondering if tomorrow is gonna be a better day, all he can do is kneel down and pray.
It seems that a gangster's life is fun from an outsider's view, if only they can last one day in his shoe.
On the run from the cops for stealing a dime, oh how he just wants to party and have a good time.
He cries knowing that this isn't the life he longed for, just a family to love admire and adore.
Pills to make painful memories disappear, but these memories just keep on living and reappear.
Calls from the boss and long chats over the phone, he becomes mentally unstable and cannot bare it alone.
From being weak to a strong member of a gang, to a gun to his head and an aftermath of a loud bang.
This is the life of a gangster, don't waste your time with all this trauma.
Live a honest and happy life with friends and family.
A message from a guy who is now free from his misery.
I told women that I loved them to get them into bed.
I promised them marriage but I dumped them instead.
I was the world's biggest player and that's a fact.
But when I dumped one woman, I came to regret how she would react.
She lied and had me arrested when she said that I hit her.
When it came to making my life a living Hell, she was no quitter.
I came home one day and found both of my dogs dead.
She gave them poisoned food that killed them while they were being fed.
She admitted to me that she killed them to break my heart.
If I hadn't been a jerk, my life wouldn't have been falling apart.
I was in misery because I thought that she wouldn't stop.
She tried to burn down my house and she was arrested by the cops.
She's behind bars and she'll be there for awhile.
Women were nothing but conquests to me and that was vile.
My friends said that my ways would catch up to me; it's a shame that I couldn't have
foreseen it.
I'll never tell another woman that I love her unless I really mean it.
(THIS FICTIONAL POEM WAS INSPIRED BY THE 1996 FILM 'A THIN LINE BETWEEN LOVE AND
HATE.'
"Broken families beget culprits, and late remorse can never set things right"
~ By Poet.
Scenes reel back casting dark shadows,
Of the fated day I had to leave my home,
Handcuffed and guarded by cops on either side,
Despised by all as one so loathsome.
I had in me, then the heart of stone
All I could think of was my own gain.
Thoroughly swept by the rip - tide of illusion,
I had no regard for another's pain.
‘Drink life to the lees' was my credo,
So, I gambled to make a hoard of money.
Drugs and dopes gave me instant delight.
Initially my days were all too sunny.
But suddenly life derailed from its track
My wallet was like a leaking tank.
All its contents drained out in no time.
Gradually into dejection and despair, I sank.
Eliminated from life by my own misdeeds,
Weary of mind from stress and strife,
Hate grew and hardened within me as a rock.
Once I ripped my rival with a knife.
Convicted and caught red handed,
I ended up in this cheerless cell.
Within these dank forlorn walls,
I shrink like an oyster in its shell.
Everything here is dusty and rusty.
To get some peace as I attempt to sleep,
Marauding thoughts invade my brain.
Like a line of red ants, they listlessly creep.
In my ears fall the sobs of my loving mother,
Now in dumps, orphaned by her drunken husband,
I could never love my father, a true rascal
But I feel heartbroken as I think of my mother so abandoned
Three dozen or so revelers whoop it up.
Prince''s signature smash-hit song, "1999"
Is blasting top volume on loud speakers.
A rollicking party reaches a fever pitch
Libations flow freely like a mountain stream.
In less than an hour of frenzed fun, not one,
But two party goers stagger out of the venue.
The first out with a bottle of beer still in hand
Trips and falls; the second can barely stand.
The rollicking party is disturbing the neighbors
As inhibitions are loosened, fun turns
Disastrous; common sense takes a holiday.
One drunk projectile vomits on the wrong guy.
He gets decked on the kisser for his troubles
Far too many have taken Prince's song seriously.
Oh, party they sure did, as if there were no tomorrow.
The party grew increasingly rowdy
Fisticuffs break out and chaos balloons
Out of control. Before long, police sirens blare.
Cops have arrived to shut the party d
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I am Dead to You
by, Martin Braun 6/5/2020
You raise your hand for unity,
and curse those who don’t go your way.
You shout all kinds of profanity,
and throw stones and curse the day.
You cry out for the injustices done,
and run from the cops that you betray.
You curse the world for its disparity
while burning down the stores owned by your dad and mom away.
"You are dead to me!"
"You are dead to me!"
You cry out to the world that you burn.
"You are dead to me!"
"You are dead to me!"
My sons and daughters, in school, what have you learned?
You wear masks of black to hide your identity
And pride yourself on the courage of your shame.
You carry flags from hostile foreign countries
your fathers died to defeat so tyranny won’t remain.
You are paid and taught by foreign entities
Who curse this country for its prosperity and its fame.
You curse their curse and curse your friends
claiming nothing can and never will be the same.
"You are dead to me!"
"You are dead to me!"
You cry out to the world that you burn.
"You are dead to me!"
"You are dead to me!"
My sons and daughters, in school, what have you learned?
"Nothing... I learned, nothing," is your response.
I went down to the Caribbean Sea,
An island paradise ahead of me.
I meant to go for just another lay,
So I went and got myself smashed that day.
I saw he standing there, with coal black eyes,
And long dark hair, that didn’t disguise,
The curves she had, caught me off guard
She was the finest thing down in that bar.
As I drew up near, my ride began
I should’ve feared that Creole woman.
What was in store, I did not know.
She waved me one, so I had to go.
She gave me love, oh yes, so much,
A helpless fool at her tender touch.
A night gone by, the best I ever had,
The kind of lover who drove men mad.
As morning came, I thanked sweet God,
But she was gone, and I was robbed.
I stumbled out onto the sand
I cursed her name, Creole woman.
My passport she left, that one small gift,
The cops said she’d given the many the shift.
The tropical waves lost their attraction,
I hopped a plane, got back to Jackson.
It started soon, the identity thieving.
Had to fight every step, the stress unceasing.
A lesson learned, but which still does vex,
The things that woman can do with sex.
Next time I vacation in Japan,
Far as I can get from Creole woman.
Tu Haikus
Dull
Website designer,
You put on your blinders,
Take words from binders,
Do your craft...
Danger Zone (Loser Zone)
Hurried and Worried
Feeling like one is buried
Everything seems scary
You are all alone
X-Mas
Bursting with Joy...
A brand-new toy!!!
What is it for???
It does NOT matter anymore...
Child
Riding a bicycle,
Graduating from the tricycle...
Eating a popsicle,
I celebrate!
SCHOOL
Typing a document,
What is it that you meant?
All of the time you spent...
Was it in vain?
Fight
Mediate a divorce,
First, take a course...
Your voice will grow coarse,
Yelling and raising it with screaming matches...
Medicine
Burning out again,
An amphetamine problem,
I do NOT do much...
Passed By
First, you go too fast...
Then, you end up being last,
Life is a kick in the ass...
Loyalty
Crystal, my lover,
I would NOT want another,
Being a brother.
Busted
The concert has stopped
I have to go with the cops
I hope that these charges get dropped
Victim
Locked out
Blocked out
Better yet, socked out
Assault is NOT my fault
Skipper
First come,
First served,
We all get what we deserve,
Do NOT be a turd...
Girl
Heard that you liked me?
Just to spite me?
You played your game,
Driving me insane!
Robot
Remember the password?
What is your favorite verb?
Have NOT you heard?
Internet security is absurd...
Threat
Carry her purse,
Treat her well OR-
You will end up in a hurst...
What is worse?
Then being cursed...
Note
I bet you will forget,
All that you said,
It is in your head,
By the way you will soon be dead...
Sufficient
Laptop computer,
I am a user,
I do NOT need a tutor,
I do things myself...
Shoot!
College education,
Stay in school,
For this whole duration,
I wonder about my placement,
Will I end up in my parent’s basement?
Fork!
His past finally caught up with him...
The killer waited silently in the man's room.
His gun cocked as footsteps approached.
The key jiggled in the lock of the door.
The man stepped inside, unaware of his fate.
Three shots rang out, dropping him to the floor.
The shooter ran from the room towards the exit.
A car awaited on the corner of the street.
It slowly pulled up as he came out.
Nobody saw them as they drove away.
Back inside, the man lay in a pool of blood.
His life flashed before him in the final seconds.
Where did it all go wrong?
Six years ago...
The job was supposed to be simple.
Three men on the inside, two on lookout.
He was the sixth man, the getaway driver.
The jewelry store had been cased weeks before.
Every detail was planned in advance.
The target was the cache of diamonds in the safe.
The four Hasidic merchants were elderly and frail.
It seemed like easy pickings for the gang.
The driver waited nervously as they went in.
Moments later, several shots were fired.
There was the sound of shattering glass.
In what seemed like an eternity, one man exited.
He was covered in blood and staggering towards the street.
The two lookouts ran over to assist him.
One of them waved frantically to the man in the car.
The sound of the alarm sent the driver into a panic.
He saw police cars rapidly approaching in the distance,
then did a U-Turn and fled the scene.
He could see one of his partners in the rear view mirror.
He was standing in the middle of the street, gun raised.
Two shots were fired in his direction.
The lookout spun around to confront the cops.
The last thing the driver saw was his body being riddled.
The two survivors of the robbery had their day in court.
The judge sentenced them to fifteen years hard labor.
The driver headed out of state and went north.
After searching for days, he found a quiet town to live in.
He acquired a job as a janitor at the high school.
He spent most of the time in his small apartment.
Anonymity seemed to be his best protection.
Little did he know, his partners were paroled early.
Serving only five years due to good behavior.
They only had one thing on their minds...Revenge!
A year later, they got it.