Short Felons Poems
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Libraries put biblioklepts on wanted posters
In workrooms next to aluminum coffee pots and toasters
So, the librarians will not check these felons out
Because they steal books and tapes without a doubt
A mouthful
of hate
A bullhorn
of lies
Dissected
infected
With terminal
pride
Conscripting
the fledgling
Embedded
in brine
Indicted
convicted
True felons
— of time
(Dreamsleep: June, 2025)
Punctilious conversation
Unknown by this generation
Suggested by eager administration
Hoping to curb dancing gyration
Censorship doesn’t work in our nation
Where felons are revered in Presidential celebration
the intelligentsia stood by helplessly
as Neanderthals with guns mowed people down
bullets are flying in all of the neighborhoods now
Yes, this includes the suburbs
Might makes right is the new mantra
Felons are at the helm
America at her worst
June's boobies resemble ripe melons
in tight tops they look like bald felons
She's got a swell chest
but I must attest
they're tiny compared to Sue Ellen's!
Humorous Limerick Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin
6/30/19
Donald Trump has one Golden Rule
A Winner must always be cruel
Today he's nice
Like rats or mice
Because, you know, its April Fool!
With his Cabinet of felons
Trump sought Stormy Daniel's melons
The Democrats jeered
But Republicans cheered
And promised not to be "tell-on"s
He battles felons, demons, thieves
In dark of night he rides the streets
A watchful eye to defend the weak
A forceful will to provide defeat
In blackened cape, a mask he wears
With knowledge, so adept and sure
No glory, personal, he wishes not
For in his being, a heart that’s pure
Trumpty dumpty built his great wall
Trumpty dumpty crapped on us all
All of his felons and all their men
given a second term will betray us again.
Floating out to sea in an apple cart
Were three known felons, one with a wheeze
Luckily I was in love with one
He was a man who knew how to have fun
If the cart sprung a leak, would it take my heart?
I held my breath and watched the gentle breeze
Be not afraid. Please put your mind at ease.
They are safe now, sitting in the boat in the sun.
Loving the ocean as a noble art.
Each morning birds chatter and wake me from sleep
In avian society talk is cheep
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A balding sheep who writes poems in the farmyard
Has written a sonnet and signed it, ‘The Baaahd’
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The police came along and I’m locked up with felons
But I only admired the grocer girl’s melons
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My Gran says respect the elderly or we all suffer
The thing is, she’s batty, the geriatric, old duffer
Books people read,Vance:faces,
On plain ones future crime traces;
How does he this a mystery
What is obvious: plain mastery!
Today's suspects later felons
In the act caught with their talons
Isn't this guy paranormal
By spooks sent for The Abnormal,
His orders:to make things normal?
Russia coming for Vance for use,
The World Terrorists for misuse...
US might not want to him lose.
Placated and simply set free
In NY it's a matter of degree
Bail's not always necessary
They didn't harm, only robbed
how terrible could that be
Felons will be back at your door
looking for more,
of what you worked for
No longer detainees
it's almost guaranteed
they'll take what they please
Pols want you to appease
and forgive the sleaze
just give them keys
But, you might eschew PC
and leniency
after losing all that you had
So, weren't you a reality show host?
Well, I thought I'd give it a try.
So, did everyone get their paychecks?
For Me! Those rules don't apply!
So, aren't felons prohibited from holding office?
To that, I won't even reply!
So, how will you adhere to the Constitution?
For Me! Those rules won't apply!
So, how do you feel about the "Good Book?"
He smirked with Hellfire in his eye!
I've never read it..besides,
For Me! Those rules never apply!
We live in times of quick judgement
When decisions taken are sometimes bent
So coppers stand as targets unfairly drawn
Whilst others use the situation to scold and scorn
Stabbing by felons holds the stage
To attempt to kill in their rampage
Then the police officer is made to wear
Murder charges as we do despair
Why are charges laid so soon
That it makes your head to swoon
We who have worn the blue
Wonder what in his position would you do?
© Paul Warren Poetry
Empty the prisons
let felons roam free
get rid of the police
disarm the peeps
catastrophic experiments
at the expense of citizens
crime sky high
riots are America's new pastime
the great purge has begun, folks
twenty-four -seven-three sixty-five-
Heaven has to hire more security
Saint Peter's gate has become unruly
angels are twitchy, armed to the wing
the seamstresses are growing fatigued
they're quickly running out of string
heaven's prisons are quickly filling up