"bugsy" poems
I like Homestuck,
Donald Duck,
Ancient Greek Gaea,
APH Hetalia,
Marzia and Pewdiepie,
Random bow ties,
Doctor Who,
That colour of greenish blue,
Sherlock Holmes,
Garden gnomes,
Boy/boy ****
Sweet tea,
Left 4 dead,
Books I've read,
Minecraft,
When I laughed,
Yu-Gi-Oh,
Gateau,
Ender's Game,
Notre Dame,
World War One,
World War Two,
Mouse and shrew,
Bugsy Malone,
Jam scones,
Birthday cake,
Milk shake,
Drawing art,
Taking part,
MLP,
Shopping spree,
Sleeping in,
West Berlin,
Random songs,
When bells go ****
Stars shine,
My blood line,
All my friends,
The latest trends,
Yuri much,
And such and such,
Fanfiction,
A prediction,
Doujinshis,
Marshall Lee,
RhymeZone,
My touchscreen phone,
I could go on,
But that's too long,
But my favourite is,
Hello poetry - so don't diss!!
Oct 4, 2014
Oct 4, 2014 at 4:59 AM UTC
S is for Seduction, a vast verb saved for flesh,
But in her outer-worldly tune, my thoughts become enmeshed;
Like at the great Salamis, where strength sought strike the feeble,
Seduction marked our birth, their fall—an end without a sequel.
L heralds in some fifty lads, of whom mere five would pass,
Bugsy, Daphne, Sylvester, and Tazzy, above their peers compassed.
The tests were long, the trials were tough, from nothing we had fostered
A team of lucky, noble lads to fight these migrant monstærs.
A is the assault, outnumbered and outclassed,
Our heroes boldly braved their foes until their stalwart last.
Despite their lead by tyrants, such Nawt of Hispaniola,
Our foes were forced unto retreat, costing us Lady Lola.
M is for the ones who’ve fallen, for them mourn reminiscence,
For those who proudly placed their names for our petty subsistence.
The fight is done, the beasts beat back, denied all loot and hoarding,
And so a statue is ***** Honorum Mikael Iordan!
Jan 18, 2014
Jan 18, 2014 at 1:05 PM UTC
As far back as I can remember, i always wanted to be a gangster.
-Quote by Ray liotta in good fellas movie.-
“Nothing personal, it’s just business” ~ Otto Berman
“Las Vegas turns women into men and men into idiots.” ~ Bugsy Siegel.
“This life of ours, this is a wonderful life. If you can get through life like this and get away with it, hey, that’s great. But its very, very unpredictable. There’s so many ways you can ***** it up.” ~ Paul Castellano
Thirty-two hundred dollars he gave me. Thirty-two hundred dollars for a lifetime. It wasn’t even enough to pay for the coffin.” (ray liotta as Henry hill) good fellas movie.
“I hate to say this, but this place is getting to me. I think I’m getting the fear.” Dr. Gonzo( fear and loathing in Las Vegas)
“If my answers frighten you then you should cease asking scary questions.” Jules. ( movie pulp fiction with John travolta and Samuel l. Jackson. Also starring bruce Willis.)
“No matter how big a guy might be, Nicky would take him on. You beat Nicky with fists, he comes back with a bat. You beat him with a knife, he comes back with a gun. And you beat him
with a gun, you better **** him, because he’ll keep comin’ back and back
until one of you is dead.” Ace Rothstein ( movie Casino) Robert deniro, Joe pesci.
Mar 12, 2016
Mar 12, 2016 at 12:01 AM UTC
Ruth T. ****** put her cigarette between
Her chapped lips and sighed
As she started the dishes.
She was feminine in the same way
that Clint Eastwood is; She wasn't.
"Mama?"
"Oh god!" Ruth squealed,
Allowing the cigarette to fall
From her mouth into the sink where
It went out with a sizzle.
"I don't mean to scare you none,"
"What?"
"Where's Papa? He said he'd be
Home tonight to help me fix my wagon
For Bugsy."
"Well he isn't." Ruth resumed
The dishes in the same way that one
would pick up a book.
"But where is he?"
"I don't know ****** But she most
Certianly did know. "Did you string the
Laundry on the line like I told you to?"
"No."
Rosie J. ****** fell asleep that night,
Thinking that she had deserved
Exactly what her Mama had
Done to her left eye.
Feb 20, 2013
Feb 20, 2013 at 9:28 AM UTC
My Grandmother told me stories
How she lived across the street from Bugsy Siegel's mother in Brooklyn
If you knew my family, it's hardly believable.
Mobsters near the family, I was told "things always fell off the truck."
I guess Great Grandpa Willie made it by, must have had good luck.
Berger became Bock, Grandma Marcia married Joel, my Grandpa.
He left Brooklyn for the Air force and they moved to Arkansas
East to Midwest, to West....
Grandma went with him, they finally rested in sunny California.
Willie would have been proud of Joel when he served during Korea.
William Berger passed away, I never knew him.
We now have scholars, businessmen, artists and athletes
It's iconic how living here will shape your reality
The memories and moments of a family to which we clutch
Softly being recorded, my family history shows how much he loved us.
A mysterious, touching legacy was left over time.
I'm sure my grandmother keeps pictures and pages I will never find.
No matter what, whether he was honest, hardworking, or in crime,
I know he did it all for his family, prosperity or depressing times.
I was told he had a lot of courage, and always made friends
I wish I could have seen his face, I wish I could have met the man.
Grandma says I look like him.
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 2:51 PM UTC
Bugsy's dream Operatic fountains synchronized streams
Dead music legends interpreted by cirque
glamour the eyes neon and distractions
gangster's paradise
imploded and expanded stars in the sky out shined by fluorescent sands
desert roads in summer throes
craps and snake eyes
piercingly like void venom artifice and slots easy as swallowing shots
life: a machination of mannequins
electric pulse of a new heart
as mob money mobs sincerely catering service champagne rooms
since greed barely sleeps
and lust is always hungry... it be only history now viral and industry
sin city
once only an idea, a peanut
from - y'know - "like whoa! what the frank??..."
but gotta hand it
the business took legit crooks, stashing books, making whoop...
dream getaways by blue moons
in blue pools
privacy like freedom is a pension crap toss
EXPENSIVE...
where those blind to consequence
can witness
(convertible caddy)
the highway to losing grace seeing is half believing when gambling
feels like a game, and the surroundings
rarely change.
Where the indifferent ego
Idled by self
becomes a parasitic pretender
talented liar
actor to some... walking among
the vapid vehemency of true victors & kings
brilliantly glamourized
in billboard lights
numbingly blinking hypno hyper active analogues
of high def diminishment
of common folly logic
displacia of senses
fairy-dust of forgetting (in a Benjamin straw)
duty discarded
familial responsibility a hollow weight
a close second to desperations
the hustle was once a dance
the true crime and you
metro and the fool
willing food flash floods and tour buses full
just to be had
gangster pimped out a city
called it "the table"
dubbed by sin
stole some cash
catering to our vices / service entrance in the back
"What happened in vegas...?"
some call it being had ...
Nov 27, 2017
Nov 27, 2017 at 4:37 AM UTC