"burgle" poems
Houses sitting condemned, taking up the view
while the old guys sit sipping forties in forty degree
temperatures facing the wall so the wind doesn't burn
their faces too much in what could be called a modest December.
They turn their back to the guy hiding bags of rock
in his lips to avoid detection from the cameras posted
on both street corners. This place is set to a constant sneaking
violin pluck. We are all capers in a burgle commune.
I hung up a tarp today so the stray cats can hide from the wind.
In one stanza, January has set in and it is bitter to the bone.
We summoned the name of old man winter from repetition and
no one man may hold that burden. The ***** only warms their blood.
Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 4:33 AM UTC
there was a little cat and his name was bob
he just love to burgle always on the rob
he would rob the rich and give to those ineed
a very friendly cat a thoughtful cat indeed
climbing up the drainpipes he was very fit
with his torch and sack his little burgle kit
getting in through windows that were left ajar
a proper little thief a litttle burgle star
roaming round the house to see what he could find
that would help the poor he was very kind
looking through the draws and the wardrobes to
searched in every room like the burglers do
then he would get his ***** put it in his sack
wiping off his finger prints not leave his track
then off to help the poor the little cat would go
donating all his ***** gave there hearts a glow
now his deed was done just like robin hood
he had helped the poor just like he said he would.
then he fell asleep tired now was he
happy and content as happy as can be
Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 8:56 AM UTC
Chris Macaffarty thief & Gangstar moll: You dare say you're going to organise a petition to evict us, aha, who do you think the ******
country belongs to?
ME : you are a bare-faced thief, how can you steep so low as to burgle your neighbour, after all we've done for you and your lot. From you
moed in over three years ago, there's been over twenty burglaries on the Estate. Police always at your door, your husband always in prison. I don't understand what you mean by Country belonging,
what do you mean.
Chris Macaffarty thief & Gangstar Moll: I know I am not black and
you can't do anything to evict us. Just watch yourself, you're going to be taught a lesson, you wait and see.
ME : Yeah! you're going to send your hoods round to beat me up or
maybe steal my four wheels like you did before, what are you gonna do, **** me! I have done nothing wrong, I am not a ****** thief!
Chris Macaffarty thief & Gangstar Moll : Ah! just you wait, just you wait and see. We are going to do your head in, chuck mud at you, you ****** fool. we will hound you even into the hole of any woman, we will put ants in your head, we will drive you paranoid, you black man!
ME : I am not scared of you, let me tell you that, a thief, a drunkard, a scrounger and a Racist, what a lovely human being you are. I am going to report you.
Chris Macaffarty thief & Gangstar Moll : Haha..and I am going to steal the match on you, you don't know what you and your wife are in for, we are sorting you out, sunshine!
ME : You don't need to steal a match, I'll gladly give you matches to light yourself up, I hope you and your thieving gang go up in flames!
Chris Macaffarty thief & Gangstar : Say goodbye to your life man,
nothing is ever going to be the same anymore. You will never be able to trust anyone again from now on..haha!
ME : How rich, a bare-faced crook talking about trust, what do you know about trust, I am not a thief and as you ****** know I live a lawful and blameless life, so carry your ****** threats and go stuff it. You do not frighten me one bit, you're a mean and racist crook!
Chris Macaffarty thief & Gangstar Moll : Somebody is in for the jump and its not me. Soon, somebody will wish they were dead and it's not me either, that's all I'm saying, man!
ME : Yeah, go get your gang, come and **** me, you can see I am shaking and trembling already. Hopefully, we all on this Estate will be rid of you and all the undesirables you bring here, we are fed up of you all!
Chris Macaffarty thief & Gangstar Moll : Ha..! all I'm saying is, Bye bye Blackbird, bye-bye Blackbird....haha, Gangster departs singing,
Bye-bye Blackbird, bye-bye Blackbird....hahaha...hahaha,,bye-bye
Blackbird....!!!
Mar 25, 2019
Mar 25, 2019 at 3:27 PM UTC
there was a little cat and his name was bob
he just love to burgle always on the rob
he would rob the rich and give to those ineed
a very friendly cat a thoughtful cat indeed
climbing up the drainpipes he was very fit
with his torch and sack his little burgle kit
getting in through windows that were left ajar
a proper little thief a litttle burgle star
roaming round the house to see what he could find
that would help the poor he was very kind
looking through the draws and the wardrobes to
searched in every room like the burglers do
then he would get his ***** put it in his sack
wiping off his finger prints not leave his track
then off to help the poor the little cat would go
donating all his ***** gave there hearts a glow
now his deed was done just like robin hood
he had helped the poor just like he said he would.
then he fell asleep tired now was he
happy and content as happy as can be
Mar 16, 2015
Mar 16, 2015 at 10:06 AM UTC
The signpost on the right side of my heart reads;
“Do not sing songs that will sink into the silence that dwell in my soul.”
It is written in bright Bodoni with white ink
solely scripted for sailors attempting to visit.
Only sail across for the deck of my feelings is broken.
The void of the last burgle is yet to heal
so read and adhere to what you see.
The signpost on the left side of my heart reads:
“first five feet farther from site will help facilitate reconstruction.”
It is written in bright Bodoni with white ink
solely scripted for curious pedestrians.
Only use the pedestrian walkway for the bridges are broken.
The damage from the last earthquake is yet to be fixed
So read and adhere to what you see.
The signpost on my heart reads:
“Stay safe and sound till the next storm swings.”
Oct 9, 2018
Oct 9, 2018 at 11:05 AM UTC
A Chinese
lawyer he's
existent that
baldly wishes
his FoE
with big
kong will
only burgle
liars to
sell their
goods at
market if
he'd wise
the climate
by dawn
or else
heed abroad
Dec 26, 2017
Dec 26, 2017 at 3:32 PM UTC
Elephant calf from its mother they'll burgle;
When both will be busy roaming the jungle.
Tied with the rope baby elephant will cry;
To break the rope again and again it'll try.
Its body will not have strength to set it free.
The rope will injure its flimsy leg and knee.
It'll become quiet, won't be heard its cries.
It will only look at jungle with tearful eyes.
Now it'll slowly start eating below the tree.
It'll think about wounds and won't try to flee.
Days will pass till it becomes very strong.
It will have very huge body and tusks long.
It'll work near the jungle which won't be far.
But will remember the pain and see the scar.
It will have immense strength but no hope.
It will break huge trees but not the old rope.
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 9:45 PM UTC
Razors;
Just one
slash on the skin
and enough
blood will gush out
then it’s finished
you’re free
and dead
Poison;
Easy, not
one sweat would
drip from your skin.
Just drink
nonstop—
don’t pause to
catch a breath
because you wouldn’t be
needing it.
Choking;
A lot effort,
but will definitely do.
You will need some
time with yourself
and only you.
Tie the most beautiful
knot you could do,
then hang yourself
like one of your
favorite clothes.
Pills to sleep;
One,
two,
three—
doesn’t matter how many.
Drink it all,
and you will fall
deep asleep
and wouldn’t feel it hurt.
It’s just like
overcoming a nightmare.
Intentional Accident;
Wander around
the dark, quiet highway.
Sit for a while and
maybe write a little.
Look around, say,
"I’ll miss you."
And then by now
maybe a car in a hurry
would hit you.
Drowning;
Oh, how calm the
sea looks like.
Would I bother its
sleeping time
if I jumped in it
and hugged it
tight?
Trigger, pistol, gunpowder;
Daddy had a pistol
hidden in his drawer.
He said he would use it
if some bad person
tries to burgle.
He only knows of
one kind of bad person.
He never suspected
he was living with one.
May 9, 2018
May 9, 2018 at 8:12 AM UTC
Listen to the fallen,
gusts of wind
every one of them.
Once bright buttons
who hid their fear.
Now listen to the burgle
blowing the carrion call.
A dance with death
caught them unawares.
Rows and Rows of poppies
bloom alongside the scared land
this sulphur stretch
a magician once dreamed of.
Apr 19, 2017
Apr 19, 2017 at 8:39 AM UTC