Short Convicts Poems
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He
convicts,indwells&seals
guides teaches&reminds
comforts,counsels fills
equips &empowers
as&when He wills
Barney was captured by some convicts one day
and so he never thought he'd get away
But dancing it proves
And Barney's slick moves
Helped Andy capture them without delay!
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Sharp Suited Sharks
Feeding
Fervently Feasting, Foul Fiends
Covetous Cuthroats, Cultured Convicts Convincing
Innocents Inked In Immensely Incurred Interests,
Indebted
Enslaved, Effaced Emotions, Exasperated
Patiently waiting in a line
eyeballed an wary
harsh barking of subterranean cultures
standing weary and inured
to the rotten
fug
the rotten
oxygen
inside the high walls and wire, the weighted stone of
the convicted
existing like convicts
They took all my metal parts.
Which they said were dangerous.
And handed me a crayon.
Convicts, get to work!
Write away your lives.
And leave them here.
So you will all be reformed!
They commanded.
They demanded.
Until we were trained.
To act without urgency.
I follow you lord with all my heart,
so i shall kill others in your name.
I will be the officer who enforces the laws,
even if they are unlawful themselves.
I will be the jury who convicts those before me,
even if they did nothing wrong.
I will also be the executioner,
even if being so means I sin.
All this I do in your name oh lord.
Amen.
Insecticide spray
Death is coming
can you hear the planes?
Spraying their poisonous package
Sprinkling down like rain
deaf to violence
blind to famine
The government convicts and kills
with without remorse to feel
death than silence
confined & dilapidated
United states of terror
New world order
creeps nearer and nearer
Institutional reformation inside of this nation
Prisons have risen to the ranks of solicitation
Politicians in formation line up for their vacations
Due to a prisoners isolation
The ideology behind this hypocrisy
Is some kind of demented democracy
And a continuing demagoguery
Oh the humanity
A convicts calamity
Thanks to political insanity
Sophie dog is bark-crying, howling in consternation
As if robbers with machetes are in the closets
As if home invaders have slept under our beds.
As if sixteen escaped convicts are eating her bologna.
As if someone is approaching with two assault rifles.
As if a SWAT team is getting ready to break down our windows.
Someone knocks on the front door and I jump straight up to the ceiling.
Amazon delivery.
How rhythmic is the silence
Of them that await their doom?
How melodic is their woe?
While hearts blossom
And remember with gratitude
The resplendent surge
Of their first conception
While convicts of our longing
Fish with the golden roe
The majesty of our history-
Committing acts of desecration
A stern righteous voice
Clad in beauty and ecstasy
Comes leaping upon hillocks:
Promising eternity beyond our dreams!
We Go Inside The Fence For Every Shift,
We Pray It’s Safe, Peaceful And Swift.
We Put Up With Inmates, Convicts,
Administration & The Rest.
We Pray Each Day To Do Our Best.
We Have A Thin Line That We Must Walk,
With Courage From God, We Shall Not Balk.
Each Day We Put Ourselves In Harm’s Way,
So Our Family & All Have A Safer Day.
This We Do, To Better The World You See,
For We’re The Officers Of The D. O. C.
We are D.O.C. soldiers down for the cause.
Missouri's convicts and solid outlaws.
The rule that we live by are written in stone.
We are powerful and fearless we are bad to the bone.
We come from these towns all across the way.
Doing our time taking it day by day.
We are solid most blasted with ink.
We don't give a lick what other people think.
All this in time makes us mean ruthless and hard.
It's all a small price to pay to survive on the yard.
Form:
We gather
thirsty, weary
like a flock of birds after a long flight
ready to drink Holy Spirit revival.
The congregation
children of God
the bride of Christ, His beloved
sing praises to the risen King
voices lift like the rising sun.
Holy Word of God
burns like fire within the soul
convicts hearts to follow Him
sin’s deadly stains washed away
cleansed by the Redeemer’s blood.
Some inmates, when released from jail,
Don’t waste a lot of time
Before old habits do prevail
And they commit a crime.
A subsequent arrest may cause
A trip back to the cell
And to the life that prisoner
Has come to know so well.
The outside world intimidates;
Protection disappears,
But being back eliminates
The risk of hidden fears.
Like convicts, I am also stuck
Inside my Covid realm,
Not knowing when I’ll have the pluck
To once more take the helm.
Our great motherland
Called the giant of Africa
With the shadow of an ant
And the night of an earthworm
On her way to glory.
Led 'magnificently' by the thieves
Ex-convicts,murderers and mad men;
Our souls they've reduced to slush
And our spirits have been 'sharpvilled'
For revenge.
The French revolution
Should be played in our motherland
In the hope that our 'magnificent' leaders
Be thoroughly eliminated from us
And a new dawn we await for our motherland.