Short Convict Poems
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William Holman Hunt paints* Jesus at our door**
the Holy Spirit wlll convict to be sure
If the shoe fits wear it, if rules convict declare it put on walking
4/25/18
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
Copyright © 2018
CRIMINAL CONVICTED WITNESS
What's that
Bad rap
Accused
Misused
Convict
Misfit
witless
witness
7/31/18
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
Convivial convict corrected coquettish cop
Deliberately daring her other shoe to drop
Energetically engaging her to listen to him
Frisky foolhardy flim-flam-man with extra flim.
Two-thirty in the morning at my window.
Moonlit dark centiment, I feel windblown.
Convict compliment,
heartless at sundown,
and as the morning comes
the need dies down.
At sunrise all is forgotten
Form:
every morning
He left the darkness
hope for the future of solar
no longer enough for me
since u been gone my heart
only tears for breath
woven with black walls
a prison
I
there
without you
convict
feride cool
You can blame me as a nefarious devilish being
Your judgment can convict me as a hellish king
But I'm a surrendered creation from the womb
Where my birth has cultivated my ultimate tomb
© Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
01/05/2023
Virtue of love
Fierce passion virtually stands as a convict in the death house.
Written Dec 12th, 2015
For contest "one liner seven poetry contest" by Silent one
Inspired by song "Grenade" by Bruno Mars
Awarded 4th place win
let the Holy Spirit
draw alongside
& convict of sin
hear that small voice within?
be guided into the truth
& of things to be
righteousness you will always see
a Helper Counsellor Teacher & friend
to His will let your inclination bend
One day, a convict got away, and went out on the lam.
And on the sly, he did buy, his very own kitchen cam.
Wanting to glow, in a reality show, though not a ham.
This jailbird, much preferred, to star in the Joy of Spam.
For Rhyme Battle contest
All the pure thinkers
are slave to the Poet
Their theories self-serving
whose quotients divide
With ‘facts’ that convict them
to prisons constructed
From every transcendence
— their numbers can’t hide
(Saint David’s Pennsylvania: May, 2025)
Throw in life
And ask for nothing in return
Let it go
Flowing from every orifice
Couldn’t keep it
Never wanted to
Fled like a convict
On the run from myself
Lost but never found
Placed in that mysterious lair
Between life and death
To spend eternity
With those I despise
Form:
“Be still for Chrisake!
The head is crowning.
Now be still, damn you!”
These women are the damned
Crammed into slab huts
At the edge of Hell.
Condemned as sluts,
Their bellies swell
With hunger
Or some bastard’s bastard brats.
"Be still, please God!
Let the brat be still!"
If you can't beat him, indict him
If he goes up in the polls, convict him
If he is more popular than ever, imprison him
If he will win by a giant landslide, murder him
If he lives on through his populist movement, smear him
If his movement takes over the world, you always loved him.
Murder Convict Visit A Family Member in the Hospital
A homicidal family member
I'm in the hospital
Granted a visit you pulled the pug???
11/22/17
by James Edward Lee Sr.
To convict a man
you first must break his spine.
He will stand again,
like a budding flower,
ever knowing the
tears that crawled
and wavered
in his hands.
He will only speak
your name,
my love,
and the pulses of
each finger,
wrapping around yours,
will vibrate the world.
You hold the wood in your hand
And
Wear the robes wrapped around your fragile human frame
You judge the living
And
The dead although your own breath is shallow
You read between these lines
And
Decide a life's works worth
The verdict
To convict or aquit
Hangs in the balance of the downward hammer swing
Form:
convict
discouraged, depressed,
mudslinging, gossiping, exaggerating,
convict, inmate, teacher, father
loving, uplifting, inspiring
innocent, exonerated
Daddy
blood grows cold at the sight
of suffering.my own and those
of others.
still holding my ears,closing
my eyes waiting for the gun
blasts to go away.
opening a cold window
to a cold street my cigar smoke
leaves my lips.
I follow the smoke as it filters
through the window screen
as an escaped convict waiting
for the wind to carry it free.
Controversial boxing legend with a distinctive lisp, "Iron Mike" Tyson.
The sheer impact of his punch? Probably like being rammed by a Bison.
Ex-convict/former bad boy; paid his debt to society without exemption.
Came out of prison, got boxing license back, took road to redemption.
Date written: 06/03/2023
Young afraid heard tales told
Boarded upon ships
Not in search of gold
Far from family home
Life of drudgery
Mary Bryant
Daring lady
She escaped
Facing dangers
New life hers
Soon found out
Sent back home
Famous
Was she
Pardoned
(Loosely based on the story of Mary Bryant who was in prison in Whales and sent to
Australia to serve out her sentence.)
Convict me,my thoughts of dark.I surrender after I have made my mark.Believe that I am
vain.I swallow up your tears of pain.Convict me,I have no soul,as my life flashes out of
control.I may never be the same again.Alone,lost,and without a friend.Convict me,put me
away.For I have nothing more to say.Convict me,the story that I have told.Now I am gone
where it is black and cold.
re-post inspired by Debbie's contest
We like sheep have gone astray,
if He marked our transgressions
who would stand.
Tempted,ofttimes
tormented,self-conscious,self-
seeking missing the mark;stepping
over the line,impulsive,doing what
we do want to do.
Encouraged into
doubt,we deceive ourselves,listening
to the father of lies,’Til the Holy Spirit
convict us of this sin.
When the erstwhile Tweeter-in-Chief vents
It is "Freedom of Speech," a First Amendment Right
When Democratic Party will "fight" tyrant-efforts
Defense rests on moral equivalence, yet last night
As many as seven Republican Senators got Party censures
For voting to convict Christian Trump of incitement (01/06/2021)
(c) Deo sheltering in place while US democracy blows over this planet.
never ending walls
No opening to escape
claw marks on the brick
infinite walking
excercise for the sinners
we're carving out hell
three guards stand watching
mocking the lame sufferers
spitting at our feet
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This is for Abe Lopez's Van Gogh's Van Goghs
Title of painting: The Convict Prison
Artist: Vincent Van Gogh
Year:1890