Crime Poems
Broken home
by Amelia Pond
they broken the window frame and door.
neatly closed the gate when they where done.
they took the bottles off the shelf.
unplugged the mice from the computers, left them on the table.
the night after, every thump or sound at all made us wonder
trimmer in our beds and wonder
was it them aging? back for the rest of our most loved items.
3 weeks later, still in fear
......
Kermit and Elmo are gay lovers, and they get into a life of crime.
by Civl 12346
They used to boink ‘till she oink.
Now she wanna divorce;
Steal all the money from his bank,
And saddle up a different horse.
Kermit starin’ down a pistol point
Blank, head empty, sit and think.
His heart sank.
He just wants a baddie with which to get jiggy.
He don’t want no Pay Piggy.
......
A Lost City
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice
Cancerous urban decay…
It’s taking over my beloved city…
The politicians truly don’t care…
Collecting more taxes and sitting pretty…
The infrastructure is totally failing…
They kick the can down the road…
Our children’s children’s children…
Will be left to inherit the load…
......
Hope for My City
by Michele Bandler
No hope for this city they say
no hope
Kids doing time, for
Crime, for the crimes
Committed against their ancestors here,
Long ago and now.
On a jury I put a boy behind bars
Because of the laws,
I had no choice.
......
My Kids In The Car
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice
We live in New Orleans…
Where they steal our cars…
They shoot up birthday parties…
They rob Bourbon Street bars…
The politicians don’t care…
The DA cares even less…
They make the police stand down…
The Who Dat City is a mess…
......
Kermit and Elmo are gay lovers, and they get into a life of crime.
by Civl 12346
They used to boink ‘till she oink.
Now she wanna divorce;
Steal all the money from his bank,
And saddle up a different horse.
Kermit starin’ down a pistol point
Blank, head empty, sit and think.
His heart sank.
He just wants a baddie with which to get jiggy.
He don’t want no Pay Piggy.
......
Broken home
by Amelia Pond
they broken the window frame and door.
neatly closed the gate when they where done.
they took the bottles off the shelf.
unplugged the mice from the computers, left them on the table.
the night after, every thump or sound at all made us wonder
trimmer in our beds and wonder
was it them aging? back for the rest of our most loved items.
3 weeks later, still in fear
......
Hope for My City
by Michele Bandler
No hope for this city they say
no hope
Kids doing time, for
Crime, for the crimes
Committed against their ancestors here,
Long ago and now.
On a jury I put a boy behind bars
Because of the laws,
I had no choice.
......
A Lost City
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice
Cancerous urban decay…
It’s taking over my beloved city…
The politicians truly don’t care…
Collecting more taxes and sitting pretty…
The infrastructure is totally failing…
They kick the can down the road…
Our children’s children’s children…
Will be left to inherit the load…
......
My Kids In The Car
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice
We live in New Orleans…
Where they steal our cars…
They shoot up birthday parties…
They rob Bourbon Street bars…
The politicians don’t care…
The DA cares even less…
They make the police stand down…
The Who Dat City is a mess…
......
