Long Robbery Poems
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One of the first things I did after my company went out of business was to grow a full beard. Over a 25 year period, I worked in both the office and on the road for a large courier company. On the road or in the office, a major job requirement was for everyone to be clean-shaven. It did not matter that we had keys to the banks and made pickups and deliveries day and night. For matters of strict security, the banks did not want us to be disquised or masked in any way. So, growing a beard was my way of creating a whole new face and setting myself free, my way.
Fast forward to 2020 and I am clueless how this area of security affects the banks where masks are required when entering banks and most public places of business. I'm sure they have their ways of identifying us just in case there is a robbery. I am sure that the banking industry is way ahead of the game and is well covered and protected when it comes to security.
Although I sometime forget to faceup before entering the store and have to return to the car for the mask, I am not personally bothered about the masking. I'm all in for safety. We once anticipated entering 2020 and were once eager to refer to it as 'our brave new world', but perhaps that no longer applies. 'Frightful new world' is perhaps more appropriate. But as we wave through these high seas of mysteries, whether masked or unmasked, may God make us a Brave New People.
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A regiment of sunflower golden disks
Turns heads
Assembled all summer for the daily
Love ambush
Upon the five o’clock rush
At the I-496 interchange
Home
Of pizza joints hotels and gas pumps
Who had the last laugh?
To plant in the highway construction zone with public money
This patch of bumblebee bonnets?
Whoever you are you restored my faith
Now
Under the October sky that’s held no sun
Not even for a single day
A type of autumn jewelry robbery
The crumpled sunflowers
Give up and fall face-first into the mud
Get back on one knee
With a wonder if any soul ever did see
Their trance upon the shining orb’s
Coming and going?
Yes, yes I did! Every exhausting end of the day!
I want to park my car on the ecliptic ramp
Fall from my tires and bend with the dying flowers
Faceless all of us
Reassure ourselves
Light is still up there somewhere traveling
Hidden as it is
Like another light perpetually cycling
From root to heart to crown
Earth to forest seas to heaven
The sun abound again and again.
The Scales of Justice didn't tip my way,
I figure from the dues I've had to pay.
While thumbing down to Shaky Town
I thought I turn my luck around,
At a drugstore in Salinas on a cold September day.
The Wheel of Fortune, rolled out the door
With the owner tied and ordered to the floor.
As from the till the larger bills
I grabbed until my pockets filled,
A gunshot woke the morning on that cold September day.
My Guardian Angel flew out of town
As my body wretch’d and tumbled to the ground.
There close to death I came to rest,
A sheriff's bullet in my chest.
My ticket back to prison on that cold September Day.
Never caught a glimpse of Lady Luck.
But that ain't going to make me pass the buck.
After 3 to 10 in Folsom pen
And wondering where my life has been,
I walked out in the sunlight on a cold September day.
The Horn of Plenty wouldn’t blow my song,
But somehow through these years I’ve got along.
While never holding nothing more than
Inside straights and hotel doors,
I'll sit out while you dance with life this cold September day.
Dedicated to Guy Clark, Townes Van Zandt and John Prine.
This latest theft, stole more than just my money,
It took my soul and left nothing to spare.
With little remains to even fight back with now,
My defeat is final; the white flag is in the air.
Any strength once known has been exhausted;
Chains of despair are left hanging to drag aside.
My new companion is known only as poverty,
Rarely sharing much to diminish the pride.
Looking inward, I seek to learn any lessons,
That could prevent this from happening again.
Although my next thought dwells on any value,
Since my recovery is so unlikely to even begin.
Could this be a lasting piece to the puzzle,
Where survival rests upon those who steal and take?
As if this culling would thin out those weakened,
Leaving those strong enough who want to stay awake.
This may be the greatest hardship that's unseen,
When those can steal what they don't even see in the heist.
So while this theft isn't pawned or even brokered,
The damage is often beyond what is normally priced.
Mankind has been here on earth
ever since there was Adam and Eve
some have showed a lot of good
but others had lots up their sleeve
They've been responsible for much crime
killings, robbery, immorality the very lot
but why when man thinks they're good
it all sounds like some devilish plot
But there you have the real answer
the devil himself entered eden's garden
lured the first couple away from God
so God in Christ brought His pardon
This sinfulness entered everyone since
giving the enemy His sure foothold
but the gospel comes in real power
exchanging sin for righteousness so bold
So humanity's reality surely true
corrupt and sinful is human heart
only blood of Jesus can truly atone
removing all our sin not just in part
Come with me to nineteen sixty three
The year Pope John died and so did Kennedy
We saw Lawrence of Arabia with Peter O’Toole
Listened to It’s My Party and She’s a Fool
Last year for the Studebaker
Martin Luther King had a dream
Great train robbery in Buckinghamshire
Whatever Happened to Baby Jane made us scream
Skeeter thought it was The End of The World
Liberty Valance starred Stewart and Wayne
They were The Days of Wine and Roses
Cascades sang Rhythm of the Rain
Dion had Ruby Baby and Bobbie sang Blue on Blue
Dale and Grace were Leaving It All Up To You
Little Town Flirt and My Boyfriend’s Back
In My Little Deuce Coupe, we’ll go to the Sugar Shack
Ben Casey and Kildare were two television shows
Remember the Dixiebelle’s Down at Papa Joe’s
Two Faces Have I was sung by a guy named Lou
Roy said In Dreams he missed Blue Bayou
The USS Thresher sank and all were lost
Poets mourned the death of Robert Frost
Elvis said his girl was the Devil in Disguise
Bobby thought the Night had a Thousand Eyes
The Dodgers beat the Yankees four games to none
The Essex said It Was Easier Said Than Done
Da Doo Ron Ron and Then He Kissed Me were sweet
Ray Charles was Busted down on South Street
Mockingbird and Surfer Joe
Memories from long ago.
two eyes watch me from that banyan tree,
evening on my stroll back through woods,
I feel them pierce the back of my neck,
but I dare not raise my head and look,
they tell me they belong to a tradesman,
who lost his life in a violent robbery,
I feel he is waiting for someone,
does he seek a friend to ferry him home,
or just waiting for time to set him free?,
would he harm me if I got near,
and like a mist would he suddenly appear,
would he slowly fade away with time,
join the rest from the house of the dead?
last time I walked past those woods,
saw migrant cranes had set nests,
may be he will travel when they fly,
so I may walk the woods and not be spied.
Ghost contest
Julia Ward
free verse (any rhyme not intended)
17 lines
written 15/02/2021
If you don’t support gun rights,
there’s something wrong with you,
if you don’t support gun rights,
you’re evil through and through,
if you don’t support gun rights,
then you can go get screwed,
if you don’t support gun rights,
there’s something wrong with you.
John lived in the country
where work was hard to find,
how to earn a paycheck
was always on his mind.
He had a wife and children,
three other mouths to feed,
when he went on the hunt
it was with a real need.
Fifty pounds of deer meat,
all with a single shot,
meat for the whole winter,
improvement to his lot.
To buy that at a market
would cost hundreds of bucks,
so he targeted the deer
thankful for the good luck.
Marie was five foot one,
barely one hundred pounds,
and knew she was in danger
late at night on the town.
Some folks said, “Call the cops,”
but that took too much time,
she had to defend herself
from assholes with cruel minds.
They liked to target women,
hard for them to fight back,
they had the size and muscle
that most women did lack.
So in her purse she had
a thirty-eight waiting,
all who might target Marie
had a surprise coming.
Martin was a father
with quite much to protect,
he’d seen much in this life,
knew not what would come next.
But he had lost his mother
in a past robbery,
yet here in his own house
such things would never be.
A duty to protect them,
the job of any man,
if any didn’t like that
he didn’t give a damn.
So he kept a shotgun,
and knew its usage cold
to meet any scumbag
who came there feeling bold.
Hector loved his freedom,
his leaders, not so much,
he voted against them
but didn’t have much luck.
They took people’s rights away,
claimed, “For the common good!”
Started interfering with
things no one ever should.
Stole half of his money,
silenced his voice online,
turned their backs on hate mobs
with intentions malign.
Others were much like him,
with real things to defend,
and like great men before them
would bring this to an end…
If you don’t support gun rights,
there’s something wrong with you,
if you don’t support gun rights,
you’re evil through and through,
if you don’t support gun rights,
then you can go get screwed,
if you don’t support gun rights,
there’s something wrong with you.
He was raised by different indigenes,
After being embedded in specialized tissue,
Those moments were tough,
And in fact, it wasn`t easy for the mum,
Did you recall that point the dad was contemplating in hard times?
That was all about their child’s successfulness to arrive in a failing world,
Perhaps, the couples never stationed their class on dignation and confidence,
Because all over their positions were seen panic and indigence,
From the prime time of their worthiness,
The family had their story written on board of joy and gratefulness,
Effort opened door for the child to be learned,
The child was impelled to stay victorious bit by bit when knew she was grabbing a career she always altered,
Like a joke said by a drunkard, it was just a meep rimmed,
Panting untimely was due to dribbles from blowing wind,
New season arrived when the family got asserted to be placed on broken home,
Everyone had no choice than to feel alone,
Except the child who chose to climb the ladder before she broke her heart bone,
The ladder was “drug addiction life”,
It was “immoral life”’
Then what else?
“Desertion”, that was the significance of the ladder,
On a wrong path the child walked, joined a queue that laid a faulty hand making her a blunderer,
Who advocated a topic of caring for her?
Nobody searched for her whereabouts,
Since both parents were remarried, she was left in a drought,
It`s very sad, because her life turned into a bout,
After sojourning in vagrancy,
She was shot on the field of robbery,
And now her body is still in the morgue,
Whilst investigators inquire about what went wrong.
But who deserves the blame?
Poets say they know me
They say they relate
To the way my trials be
Writers let go of me
Picture a line of coke
Now blow me
Can’t afford to be
A premium member
At a distance
Stands this Virgo
Of September
Last week I got beat down
By the police
That’s alright
I got loving
From his folks, his niece
Jakes, respond to T.D.
And that white dude
On T.V.
Rich kids
Want to be me
Children it ain’t easy
I’m no longer human
Seeing what you got
I got nothing
Typing but I’m fuming
Time to commit
Working on a bank robbery
Because I’m desperate
I’m a student
I study the way
Mother was raped
With her legs spread
It shouldn’t be this hard
To try to better oneself
A message
From the bar’d
To the scar’d
I’m the last one left
Poets
They say they know me
Starving
Writers let go of me
Suffering
The champagne of poetry
Blow me