"badmen" poems - Hello Poetry

Imprisoned inside tall red brick built tenements curtained in by cheap store bought accoutrements and locking up the world outside within with a needle and a pin and sewing life away. where we stitch up every day as if only cross stitching could show or say how angry that we are and far above some half existent but quite persistent feelings that the life we live is what we get for being better than the dogs that line the streets with pockets bulging emptiness is more or less the happiness that we were told of, when we read books in those classrooms dripping coldness from the cold lights,prefabricated by the councils to educate the poor and in this we have believed for fifty years or more. But technograbbers took the high road ripped the legs from under desks by which we sat and then they spat on former teaching teachers in the pay of local educational authorities had no authority to intervene and preaching texts that they had learnt by heart 'cause all the textbooks burnt far brighter in the fires in tenements where former pupils with dilated eyes felt the cold much keener,much cleaner than the dogs upon the streets and behind the curtained windows I weep for a yesterday when as a young child I could play outside and not wonder what the future held. Held spellbound by the monkey man who turned the handle on his barrel ***** and put a flat cap on the ground which magically naturally filled with pennies from the folks who had such things. Sadness and the lack of more or less brings me nothing but the bulging emptiness and the breaking of another spine another book a former time and locking in the world outside I bide my time and watch the black and white the day within the night I'll be alright just me and shotgun joe beside the bed and nothing else to spoil nothing that we never had but there are badmen in the badlands roaming tenemental bands that would cut your throats if you looked twice or even once at them Like the dog down in the street I never raise my eyes to meet anyone or any other why bother it's just the way it is.

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Jun 28, 2013

Jun 28, 2013 at 12:38 AM UTC

john-edward-smallshaw

Values

Imprisoned inside tall red brick built tenements curtained in by cheap store bought accoutrements and locking up the world outside within with a needle and a pin and sewing life away. where we stitch up every day as if only cross stitching could show or say how angry that we are and far above some half existent but quite persistent feelings that the life we live is what we get for being better than the dogs that line the streets with pockets bulging emptiness is more or less the happiness that we were told of, when we read books in those classrooms dripping coldness from the cold lights,prefabricated by the councils to educate the poor and in this we have believed for fifty years or more. But technograbbers took the high road ripped the legs from under desks by which we sat and then they spat on former teaching teachers in the pay of local educational authorities had no authority to intervene and preaching texts that they had learnt by heart 'cause all the textbooks burnt far brighter in the fires in tenements where former pupils with dilated eyes felt the cold much keener,much cleaner than the dogs upon the streets and behind the curtained windows I weep for a yesterday when as a young child I could play outside and not wonder what the future held. Held spellbound by the monkey man who turned the handle on his barrel ***** and put a flat cap on the ground which magically naturally filled with pennies from the folks who had such things. Sadness and the lack of more or less brings me nothing but the bulging emptiness and the breaking of another spine another book a former time and locking in the world outside I bide my time and watch the black and white the day within the night I'll be alright just me and shotgun joe beside the bed and nothing else to spoil nothing that we never had but there are badmen in the badlands roaming tenemental bands that would cut your throats if you looked twice or even once at them Like the dog down in the street I never raise my eyes to meet anyone or any other why bother it's just the way it is.

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Inspirational passions, passin’ in the Fast Lane actin’ dready no Andretti no crashin’, cashin’ bowls and buying vowels, moving bowels from full plates No Alex Trabek no rations, no talkin’ trash wheels spinning no traction, no mackin’ all in ******** heavy weight UFC non-stop action, this is angry aggression mixed with considerate compassion, this is six men on six horses at 6pm screamin’ six guns blastin’, through an actual galaxy of factual fallacies, with cash counting kings and hash smokin’ assassins, killin’ the villains and other shady characters, to protect the women and children from the lawless badmen, and those that know know and those that don’t don’t, so there’s no need to was time askin’, all knowns shown through prose and poem, the words your eyes have heard are everything that happens, well then, welcome if you come in peace please have a piece of the pie, high as Heaven on Cloud 9 in line with inspirational passions, thought we’d escaped and found a way out, but instead found outt we’d be summoned back in, Inspirational passion, passin’ in the Fast Lane actin’ dready no Andretti no crashin’, cashin’ bowls and buying vowels, moving bowels from full plates No Alex Trabek no rations, no talkin’ trash wheels spinning no traction, no mackin’ all in ******** heavy weight UFC non-stop action, ∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆ from THHT2: Nightmares & Dreamscapes A worldwide #1 best selling poetry book ∆

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Sep 29, 2017

Sep 29, 2017 at 1:43 PM UTC

aaronlalux

∆ Inspirational Passions ∆

Inspirational passions, passin’ in the Fast Lane actin’ dready no Andretti no crashin’, cashin’ bowls and buying vowels, moving bowels from full plates No Alex Trabek no rations, no talkin’ trash wheels spinning no traction, no mackin’ all in ******** heavy weight UFC non-stop action, this is angry aggression mixed with considerate compassion, this is six men on six horses at 6pm screamin’ six guns blastin’, through an actual galaxy of factual fallacies, with cash counting kings and hash smokin’ assassins, killin’ the villains and other shady characters, to protect the women and children from the lawless badmen, and those that know know and those that don’t don’t, so there’s no need to was time askin’, all knowns shown through prose and poem, the words your eyes have heard are everything that happens, well then, welcome if you come in peace please have a piece of the pie, high as Heaven on Cloud 9 in line with inspirational passions, thought we’d escaped and found a way out, but instead found outt we’d be summoned back in, Inspirational passion, passin’ in the Fast Lane actin’ dready no Andretti no crashin’, cashin’ bowls and buying vowels, moving bowels from full plates No Alex Trabek no rations, no talkin’ trash wheels spinning no traction, no mackin’ all in ******** heavy weight UFC non-stop action, ∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆ from THHT2: Nightmares & Dreamscapes A worldwide #1 best selling poetry book ∆

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I have scars inside that no one can see, and I have scars on the outside I don’t show for fear, someone will discover me. Because I hide inside a shell of won’t. My father used to say sticks and stones will break your bones but words will never hurt you. But daddy you were so wrong, words can **** Yet still with you I could never argue. Dad I have changed so much in these past years. You would not recognize your little girl, the one who used to laugh and share her fears, all I want is to let go and uncurl, from this ball of everlasting haze, then escape from this sad, harsh world of badmen.

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Dec 12, 2012

Dec 12, 2012 at 10:24 PM UTC

bean

Escape

I have scars inside that no one can see, and I have scars on the outside I don’t show for fear, someone will discover me. Because I hide inside a shell of won’t. My father used to say sticks and stones will break your bones but words will never hurt you. But daddy you were so wrong, words can **** Yet still with you I could never argue. Dad I have changed so much in these past years. You would not recognize your little girl, the one who used to laugh and share her fears, all I want is to let go and uncurl, from this ball of everlasting haze, then escape from this sad, harsh world of badmen.

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Lydia wants to go out skipping her skip-rope but there's rain coming down outside of her window Gloria her sister is snoring on the bed behind her her boyfriend (Gloria's) is asleep beside her mouth open in a wide oval shape her brother Hem is out getting wet good job too she muses watching rain pouring down she wonders if Benny is outside (he's the boy in the flat whom she likes both of them 9 years old) she goes out from her room passes down the passage and opens the front door and looks out at the rain the milkman shelters out in the door of the man with the large boxer dog LYDIA Benny calls out to her from the high balcony of the flats where he lives she sees him he's waving come on up he bellows I'll get wet if I come she replies go along by the side up the stairs he tells her she hadn't thought of that so she runs by the flats by her own up the stairs and along the narrow balcony where Benny is waiting watching rain falling down what you doing? she asks him nothing much he replies what about playing chess in the flat? he asks her don't know how she replies what about Ludo then? seems boring can't we play something else? she asks him you can be Mrs Earp the wife of Wyatt Earp Benny says and help me shoot badmen in gun fights she agrees and they go in the flat where his mum is making mincemeat pie just playing at cowboys Benny says to his mum his mother nods her head smiling at Lydia the small thin girl who looks underfed with dull hair flowing down from her head.

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Aug 18, 2015

Aug 18, 2015 at 12:14 PM UTC

TerryCollett

BEING MRS EARP 1958.

Lydia wants to go out skipping her skip-rope but there's rain coming down outside of her window Gloria her sister is snoring on the bed behind her her boyfriend (Gloria's) is asleep beside her mouth open in a wide oval shape her brother Hem is out getting wet good job too she muses watching rain pouring down she wonders if Benny is outside (he's the boy in the flat whom she likes both of them 9 years old) she goes out from her room passes down the passage and opens the front door and looks out at the rain the milkman shelters out in the door of the man with the large boxer dog LYDIA Benny calls out to her from the high balcony of the flats where he lives she sees him he's waving come on up he bellows I'll get wet if I come she replies go along by the side up the stairs he tells her she hadn't thought of that so she runs by the flats by her own up the stairs and along the narrow balcony where Benny is waiting watching rain falling down what you doing? she asks him nothing much he replies what about playing chess in the flat? he asks her don't know how she replies what about Ludo then? seems boring can't we play something else? she asks him you can be Mrs Earp the wife of Wyatt Earp Benny says and help me shoot badmen in gun fights she agrees and they go in the flat where his mum is making mincemeat pie just playing at cowboys Benny says to his mum his mother nods her head smiling at Lydia the small thin girl who looks underfed with dull hair flowing down from her head.

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From thirty thousand feet above the desert floor I see it there below. A city with a legend, the west Texas city of El Paso. my mind is somewhere down there as I fly above the badlands of new Mexico. Rose's cantina. Bullets and badmen. Don't take your guns to town son.

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Jan 23, 2014

Jan 23, 2014 at 10:40 AM UTC

geno-cattouse-1

El Paso

From thirty thousand feet above the desert floor I see it there below. A city with a legend, the west Texas city of El Paso. my mind is somewhere down there as I fly above the badlands of new Mexico. Rose's cantina. Bullets and badmen. Don't take your guns to town son.

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I'm questioning my sanity again. I'm a lost soul ready to fly. I'm joining the groups of madmen. I'm wandering the world ready to die. I'm stuck in a group of badmen. I'm feeling hopeless and I'll cry. I'm ready to say goodbye.

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May 20, 2017

May 20, 2017 at 5:18 PM UTC

DelicatelyChaotic

The Feeling of Insanity

I'm questioning my sanity again. I'm a lost soul ready to fly. I'm joining the groups of madmen. I'm wandering the world ready to die. I'm stuck in a group of badmen. I'm feeling hopeless and I'll cry. I'm ready to say goodbye.

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Joke about things that you understand chopping off your tongue like your thieverish hand you pathetic pre-realizationate rip-off knocked down into your cultural crack *** you show-off let's see how well you wiggle your brain cells, you shitty-flutesque cello stupidity reveal at the thirteen millionth dislike about-to-be-fried neurons exposed to the pan yet not YouTube, you plunder-rude but naked and full-plugged on DeepWeb's 4chan yelp as some really grim badmen strike in case you understand. However jokes on me devoting a driplet of ***** to you there are so many more holes ready to rant.

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Jul 12, 2021

Jul 12, 2021 at 2:33 PM UTC

scorchd-diana

Jokes on you (the easy one)

Joke about things that you understand chopping off your tongue like your thieverish hand you pathetic pre-realizationate rip-off knocked down into your cultural crack *** you show-off let's see how well you wiggle your brain cells, you shitty-flutesque cello stupidity reveal at the thirteen millionth dislike about-to-be-fried neurons exposed to the pan yet not YouTube, you plunder-rude but naked and full-plugged on DeepWeb's 4chan yelp as some really grim badmen strike in case you understand. However jokes on me devoting a driplet of ***** to you there are so many more holes ready to rant.

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