Ason May 18

“Nobody owns life, but anyone who can
pick up a frying pan owns death.”
– William S. Burroughs

Through a door that is not mine
that’s left ajar from time to time
we see a man with zany eyes
scarred-up face, mouth full of lies.

Through a window at an ungodly hour
the night our neighborhood lost power
we see the man pull on a mask
and knit the weavings of his task.

I should have gotten quite the scare
when he pulled that woman by her hair,
then tossed her in the hole he’d fill
and quickly cover with daffodils,

but I’m no stranger to playing detective;
his plots have proven rather defective.
A call to the cops brings a rap on his door
that eventually leads to the lush garden floor.

Now, I don’t think I’m deserving of fame
my ego is simply much too tame
but I have kept dark things from view
and you listen well, so I’ll share with you.

There is something you should recognize
in that man with zany eyes;
don’t always believe what you’re told to see,
for he who plants the daffodils is me.

I promise I have not killed anyone.
MARK RIORDAN Apr 4

I AM LOCKED IN THE CABOOSE
GET ME OUT OF JAIL
I DON'T LIKE THIS PEN
I AM JUST A MERE MAIL


THE WALLS AT THIS PRISON
REMIND ME OF THE JOINT
DON'T PUT ME IN THE LOCK UP
I CAN'T SEE THE POINT


WHAT IS THIS WATCH HOUSE
I WILL UPGRADE TO THE BIG HOUSE
I AM INNOCENT YOU HERE OR
I WILL SQUEAL  LIKE A MOUSE

A FRIEND ASKED ME TO COMPOSE A POEM ON 8 DIFFERENT NAMES FOR A JAIL. WELL HERE IT GOES

I've had a chat before
In a large, silver cell,
With two different men
Who both belonged to hell.
They'd forced a woman's body
To bend to their own will
They'd both done so with a grin,
And that gave me a chill.
I asked the two men, Why?
They both spoke easily.
The first said Lustful pleasure
The other said Love you see
I turned around and left the room,
His face I could no longer bear.
To think he'd rape in the name of love
Honestly gave me a scare.

I might be a guy, but that doesn't mean I'm not affected by the horrors of molestation and rape. I have a sister who I hope never goes through that. Don't joke about rape, ever. It's not funny. Whether your a guy or girl, it's not funny to mess with.

Welcome to my lil alcatraz
I know it looks real whereas,
these bars aren't real
just like these chains of steel

Im so tired of this fight
I just can't seem to find light
sitting in this corner of mine
sitting in this corner of mind
There must be a way
other then wait for my decay

I just hoped you would see,
believe me I not crazy !
Why can't you see how it's heavy ?
please, please just don't leave me.

Stewart barns Nov 2016

Locked away all you see is four walls
A locked door,
Laying down wishing you was home
Phone calls, but no ones ever home
Try again tomorrow
Mail seems never to appear
They said they wrote you
But it never made it here
They threw away the key but
Couldn't take my mind
So every other night
I let my thoughts roam
I let my hands write
Let my soul rest
While I watch the time fly

TheseRoots Feb 22
Mom

My head hurts, mom
Please come and take the pain away, mom
I'm not holding my breath, I can't breath
No one understands my brain, but me
The way I think, the path I've lain
and when the dead comes and whispers in my ear,
I'll make sure that you come and hear.
↝⍣↝⍣↝⍣↝
My tears keep stealing water from the ocean
and every effort I make ends in lost devotion.
My heart hurts, mom
Please come and take the pain away, mom
I don't know who I want near, mom
Everyone I want can't come here, mom
It's my natural instinct to run to you, mom
But, I try my hardest to show you I grew, mom
I'm not some little girl with an innocent mentality
But, I am someone who tries to escape reality
Two attempts and I've failed, mom
I'm feeling better but my mind is still jailed
I will keep my mind locked up for now
And only let thoughts out that you allow.

I hope you all like it. Let me know! -Roots
The Trumpoet Feb 21

Lock her up! Lock her up! Lock her up!
Your campaign crowds so chanted.
You took it in and smugly smiled
while they all railed and ranted.

But lock her up for what? I thought.
She's been investigated.
For alleged conflict of interest,
she has been exculpated.

So if such accusations,
when even proved untrue,
provide sufficient grounds for jail.
They'll have to lock up... You!

You can also see this and my other Trump poems at: www.trumpoet.com
Link to video of this poem: https://youtu.be/8hQso2tHwZM
Written January 14, 2017
EEZ Dec 2016

Yesterday I wrote to a judge
on the behalf of an old friend
who has done the unthinkable.
“Sitting where you are,
Your Honor,
you could not possibly know
the boy”—the
man,
the

What do you call it when
the desire of an “I
told you so!” stales
to nothingness.
Silence. Everybody
is invincible



“30 years.” the voice came through
the collect call from County.
“They gave me thirty, thanks
for nothing,” said the
the
murderer.

But now there’s nothing for you,
but time and prison wine.

Shannon Lee Rohn Dec 2016

~Unforgiven~

How many chances do you need to get the hint?
How many times have you told me I’m a piece of shit?
The unforgiven man will go to hell,
Because he couldn’t stand after he fell,
How many times does it take to see that it’s real?
How many more times must it be for my heart to turn to steel?
God will not forgive you,
As you burn in hell,
God will not forgive you,
As you sit in an 8x10 cell,
We pray to God and end with Amen,
It’s not over again, 'cause it happens again,
The judge said
“If you strike her again you’ll go to jail,”
“I’ll send you to prison with no bail,”
The unforgiven man will no longer be,
The unforgiven man can no longer see… that
God will not forgive you,
As you burn in hell,
And God will not forgive you,
As you sit for your last time in jail,
That beautiful girl you had to kill,
Now you must know how it feels,
To sit in jail, and rot in Hell.
UNFORGIVEN


8/2005

Isaac Middleton Dec 2016

I am wrapped in a girl I say I love,
But I say it as I say half lies like, "that dress looks good on you."
her inability to form full coherent thoughts without at least the use of
"like, you know, blah blah blah,"
who expresses herself in vague pop culture catch phrases,
  she barely got a high school degree,
and I know, don't judge a fish on its tree-climbing abilities,
but I need one
who knows the intereor of Thoreau,
who knows the difference between Rembrandt and Picasso,
who feels the pain Alan Ginsberg felt
when he sat on the bay and cried to a sunflower, who can relate to a polar bear
when she looks it in the eye through zoo bars and says,  
"you and I are the same. And I'm so sorry."

I don't really know much.
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