Mobsters Poems | Examples

Take Back The Streets

There used to be a time I can still remember when
but times have changed they're not the same
we have to roll the rock turn back the clock
things are going wrong something's gone astray
the streets are yours and mine
let's make them safe for kids to play
the good old days do you still remember then
those days are gone time's moved on
we have to stop the sands rewind the hands
things are going downhill something's not quite right
the streets are ours mine and yours
let's make it safe to walk at night
mobsters pranksters jokers gangsters
losers one and all
dopers no-hopers gangbangers too
they're the ones should take the fall
now to be heard we need action not words
let's stand up on our own two feet
and take back the streets

Nelson the Terrorist

Nelson Mandela was the man
the west loathed him
he wasn't white
he wasn't rich
he stood for the oppressed
not the South African white mobsters
that locked him up, undressed
he was a terrorist
or so they said

And now?
he's on your postage stamps
so lets prey for the day
when you learn the truth
thank-you Sinwar
for standing with humanity

There is no peace with an occupier
one cannot rest with a vile viper
ready to choke you
if anyone has doubts
go sleep in a gas chamber
then do pray
tell me how that works out

Trying to Sneak Away for a Bit of Fun

Loud crazy-sounding hullabaloo in the center of town
Carnival? Fiesta? Mobsters? Balloon-shaping clown?
We could not wait for our parents to slumber
Creeped out of our windows, hid behind piles of lumber

Ran down there to see whatever mischief we could
The square was empty except for a lone pile of pine wood
Our parents’ cameras had shown them what we had done
They were soon there also, spoiling our fun

Mz Mortenson

I’m Mz Mortenson, if you please.
I dispensed with the charade
when I went to my grave.

Life can be tricky
if you’re pretty.

My life was a role,
I couldn’t always control.

How unaware the dumb bombshell seemed.
Still, I was labeled the obscene Norma Jeane.

in reel life’s small doses, 
the role was emotionally corrosive,
merely etching away my fragile identity.

In real life it proved erotically explosive
destroying my privacy, serenity, and sanity.

I thrilled in some 29 films, I took a few pills,
was a plaything for mobsters and tabloid mills.

When I started a fling with the president,
did I have any idea what I was up against?
Some free advice - beware of counterintelligence.

Homicide, suicide - what does it matter
- which one is sadder?

I knew I’d always be there for you, sensuously beckoning, 
at 24 frames per second, like an eternal flame - flickering.
.
.
Of course, Norma Jeane Mortenson’s stage name was Marylin Monroe

Written for the 'Lost Poetry from History Challenge' contest.
Where you write a poem in the voice of an historical figure.

16:00.06-17

Critterature: Concerning the Crafty Crayfish

By many aliases they're known:
Crawfish, crawdads, mudbugs, yabbies.
They abound in brooks, and streams, and swamps,
As well as roadside ditches and rice paddies.

Their astacology has shown
They prey like scavengers and mobsters,
While some, more taxonomically aloof,
Try hard to pass as mountain lobsters.

Throughout the world as food they're meant,
Both from the wild and from the grocer,
But not as a substitute for meat at Lent
Because they're not considered kosher.

And so the cunning, craven crayfish,
The ones that didn't get away,
End up in boils, or bisques, or soups,
If not served up as étouffés
In swanky overpriced cafés.

Pleading the Fifth

Pleading the Fifth is for “mobsters;”
To many, it’s proof of their guilt,
Including a certain ex-leader,
Whose previous claims went atilt.

For once he was called to the hot seat,
The Fifth was his very best friend.
Aside from his name he said nothing,
Defiant right up to the end.

Of course, he gave all the impression
He had quite a lot he should hide,
But if he had actually answered,
We all can be sure he’d have lied.

Dangerous Drugs

All drugs have the potential to be harmful
We know ourselves more than doctors and Psychiatrists
Some drugs have irreversible side effects
Especially drugs that are purposely and forcefully given
Adverse effects may include long term mental effects
Short term extensive health problems and hallucinations
These drugs slowly and rapidly push us on the verge of collapse...
Note. Stay out of reach of underlings, mobsters and impostors.

Hideaway Home

I spot the tunnel
tis is not bright
alas a runnel
it's in my sight
fear of runners
in the park
leery of gunners
after dark
Mobsters Ball
it is a panic
the bathroom stall
a hustler manic
now I'll close in
nowhere to hide
a rat's den
no tears have dried
something disguised
what can that be
yellow eyes
staring at me
I can't afford 
to be frenzied
there is a board
I'll ward off the envied
now I will run
back to my dome
monster I did stun
my hideaway home

This Is Halloween

The blood-curdling screams through children cringing

A creaking voice of caskets unhinging

Vampires feasting in a paralyzed scene

A diabolical hell for an abduction fiend

Masses of wolves, mobsters and ghouls

Utilize debauchery and tricky on common day fools

With a hero or alien carrying flashlight to follow

The cautionary fright causes a sandpaper swallow

Clowns with grand smiles, smashing pumpkins that wallow gleam

A full night of terror on a chilling Halloween

10/27/20
Halloween Challenge
Emile Pinet

I Will Not Follow the Follower Bees

We are all following the crowd today.
We are looting and burning and shouting hooray!
It is fun to be in this group, they have painted me gray.
I am a mascot, and some want to hear what I have to say.

But wait. An internal me is feeling sorry and sad.
What we did today will make others feel extremely bad.
I want to leave, but I do not want to make my new friends mad.
I make excuses, blaming my mom and my dad.

They scoff and make fun of me. There’s much laughter in the air.
I take off anyway, for now about their friendship I truly don’t care.
To live my truth, to be fully and completely my most compassionate me.
I have to stand up for my beliefs, not follow these follower bees. 

So I leave the mobsters, the looters, the meanies and thugs.
I see through my windshield wipers dozens of smeary ugly bugs.
When I reach my parents, I am embraced with acknowledging hugs.
I decide to go back later and help fix the things I did with the thugs.

Too Much Edward G

Too much Edward G
You dirty rat
James Cagney
Mae West
Chicago gangland in her heyday
Portrayed with beautiful dames
Singing seductive songs,
wearing mink, diamonds, slinky satin
Belonging to their men

I was almost asleep one night
When I heard a car chasing me down an alley.
I turned and saw it; and was terrified.
I knew it was a past life memory
Also the mobsters in the car were after me.
Snitches get stitches. 
My heart had never beat this fast.
They were gaining.
I turned down an alley.
Heard the car stop.
Terrified, I was looking for an out.
Hid behind a trash can.
Someone fished me out
Threw me down.
I saw two men in shadow above me.
One leaned down and I felt a knife
Cut my throat from side to side.
I knew I deserved it, so I closed my eyes

Factual Truth

We all know as humans chopping down forests through greed filled hands destroying the filtering system that which brings wildlife a safe haven 
to breathe and nest and multiply feeding us 

Man has a poisonous ugly appetite for the earths destruction
messengers from the gods palace are speaking now 
from the deep ocean's bed oars they surface dead remains to say
 
Endangered species disappear forever lost from this beautiful garden 
ancient trees that gave us air to breathe for centuries cut down 
respect they absorb masses of water as now levels rise 

Reading science reports from the effect of deforestation 
many species of insects have fallen drastically soon all we will have is crows picking dead bones and the hounds bleeding our life source dry 

Uncaring we should be planting new life every day with love 
instead killing is all these mobsters are any good at
criminals backwards peddling will never see a future

Is It Done Yet

Will it be gazetted on the pretext of prejudice
As ever spelt...,will justice begotten or merely
Remains unattainable to a few kins in mind's
Declaration of Victor's triumphant jollification
Ever schemed to subdue justice as jurisdiction

Of lame sentiments are we the booty leakers
Whom engraves the freedoms of the generality
Mongers whom strain the ethos of democracy
Monsters whom robs and plunder our bounty
Mobsters and gangsters of that sort in courts...

At the end of the day is the stereotyped "us" 
Who will suffer in this political distress spelling
A shipwreck in the gulf of egocentric politicians
Even my thoughts never taken into consideration 
Viva... Viva ... Viva with my vote propelling them all

Propelling them to sail through yet they too draw
A blank on my concern, the hope drifts now that
Amandla is begotten by the spawn eager to spare
His glory I shout " Amandla kumajita " Msebenzi for
I am tired of picking from their pocket petty coins...


Lowlifediarist

Dogtors

Why don't they call veterinarians, dogtors
And why don't they call a bunch of people, mobsters
Who created these words
Methinks some are for the birds
As much sense as calling a newborn a creepy crawler

Abandon

She had been Mrs. Gallopi for twenty years
many times the name itself causing her tears
she knew Frank her husband was a mafia mercenary
landing many foes of his in the cemetery

She explained what had happened that fateful day
how Frank pulled a gun out of his pocket without delay
but the intruder drew first and shot him in the chest
while she hid in the bedroom closet a nervous wreck

Peeking out she had watched the whole drama unfold
and when it was safe ran to Frank whose flesh was cold
immediately she called 911 and the cops had arrived
explaining tearfully to them how she had survived

She told them she knew who the intruder was
and that he held against Frank a murderous grudge
so with that a US Marshall introduced himself
explaining that with mafia cases he always dealt

Going into the witness protection program right away
she had to abandon her identity and find another place to stay
orientation began and she gradually adjusted to her new life
no longer Mrs. Gallopi, a loyal mobsters wife.


6-13-18

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