"nabbed" poems
*"Well Mr Holmes, this is a nasty business!
The victim, Ivor Biggun, has been stabbed!
There was of course no one around to witness
Although a few good suspects have been nabbed!
Miss Sally Forth was reading ancient history
Mike Hindle claims he too was all alone
Miss Daisy Chain was reading a new mystery
And Mr. Terry Bull was on the phone!"
"My dear Lestrade, your blindness is your failing!
Must I point out that awful ****** mess?
The victim clearly crawled, his blood was trailing
And then it seems he played a game of chess!
Look closely at the moves, see what I mean?
The strangest game of chess I've ever seen!"*
H5-D5
C8-C2
E3-E4
F8-C1
D8-D1 MATE!
Who killed Ivor Biggun?
Oct 31, 2014
Oct 31, 2014 at 2:30 AM UTC
But it's all crazy, all this neo-fascist **** lately.
I guess populism's got a catchy rhythm,
if your lazy,
then it's so much harder to love me or debate me
than hate me.
Now, let's dispose of this safely: you're racist
because either your daddy was too
or you're manipulated by falsehoods masquerading as news
but it's true, now even I'm getting confused,
but ask, who the **** wins? because you AND the immigrant lose.
This shit's got polemic, pulled by extremist views,
taking the meanest cues,
we contravene abuse, on the daily.
It's all so ****** up lately.
I guess it's so much harder to love me than hate me.
Then, the wicked beat breaks & it all flies apart
leaving my rhyming heart to aim and find it's mark -
it's my one sight of light in the deepest dark
'n' if ya hold to me now, we just need a spark.
The day will come, I'll be called crazy, man,
feeling like I'm William Blake's Grain of Sand,
Eternity in an hour, in the palm of my hand,
I see the white ******* walls in the back of the van.
We'll be nabbed from the streets, it's the master's plan,
'til all that's left is sheep, the rest bottled and canned,
then, they'll sit inside their keep, every gun-post manned,
their delight, so sweet, never to understand:
Heaven in a wildflower or the Endless Night,
a reason to die or a reason to fight.
In their sweet delight they won't see the light,
But in the Endless Night, you & me just might
because each glimmer shines out in the darkest depth,
as Blake writes revenge from the realms of Death,
those protected on high, Nations that sell & buy,
can all be blown out by a baby's breath.
Mar 30, 2020
Mar 30, 2020 at 11:11 AM UTC
Fiending for a reason I've seen,
Shrouded by a pharmaceutical haze,
I pick up the phone,
hear the message,
what did you say I forget,
nabbed and cuffed,
thrown in their net.
Nov 17, 2012
Nov 17, 2012 at 7:52 AM UTC
My mother thinks I'm a doctor
I just don't have the guts
To tell her I spent all my college doe
On beer, wine, women and such
So after I faked my graduation
Said I was moving to the South
To help the less fortunate among us
Another lie I let slip out
I'm now in the south of Florida
Where some may call me a ***
Living in a citrus grove along the coast
Not answering to anyone
It's really not such a bad life
This do nothing life I've made
I hear Moms proud of me at afternoon tea
Telling the girls of all the lives I save
I do my share of dumpster diving
That's where I got the idea
Behind a real doctors office one day
With some of their stationary I nabbed
I did a little doctoring
After all I do play one in Moms mind
Doesn't look too lame where I inserted my name
Then wrote my Mom about the kids and the wife
I've created such an elaborate charade
It's now gotten all out of hand
As I panhandle my way up and down
The Sunshine states surf and sand
Mom now says she wants to visit
Can't wait to meet the wife and kids
Don't know how I let it get this crazy
And how it all lead up to this
Now I'm scrambling to find a vacant house and a woman
With a couple of kids that look just like me
That can go along with a ruse for a week in mid-June
Since I told her that's when I'd be free
I'm thinking I should of studied in college
Instead of being this mind numbing huckster
Telling lie after deepening lie
Just so my Mother would think I'm a doctor
Aug 10, 2017
Aug 10, 2017 at 9:01 PM UTC
My mother thinks I'm a doctor
I just don't have the guts
To tell her I spent all my college doe
On beer, wine, women and such
So after I faked my graduation
Said I was moving to the South
To help the less fortunate among us
Another lie I let slip out
I'm now in the south of Florida
Where some may call me a ***
Living in a citrus grove along the coast
Not answering to anyone
It's really not such a bad life
This do nothing life I've made
I hear my Moms proud of me at afternoon tea
Telling the girls of all the lives I save
I do my share of dumpster diving
That's where I got the idea
Behind a real doctors office one day
With some of their stationary I nabbed
I did a little doctoring
After all I do play one in Moms mind
Doesn't look to lame where I inserted my name
Then wrote my Mom about the kids and the wife
I've created such an elaborate charade
It's now gotten all out of hand
As I panhandle my way up and down
The Sunshine states surf and sand
Mom now says she wants to visit
Can't wait to meet the wife and kids
Don't know how I let it get this crazy
And how it all lead up to this
Now I'm scrambling to find a vacant house and a woman
With a couple of kids that look just like me
That can go along with a ruse for a week in mid-June
Since I told her that's when I'd be free
I'm thinking I should of studied in college
Instead of being this mind numbing huckster
Telling lie after deepening lie
Just so my Mother would think I'm a doctor
May 29, 2013
May 29, 2013 at 7:41 AM UTC
Forget them food stamps Jim-Bob
We nabbed ourselves a deer!
Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 8:28 AM UTC
She had a burn in the crinkle of her right eye
Someone threw a cigarette out the window when she walked by
So she wore glasses with thick frames to hide her scar
She spends every night in a glass in the corner of a bar
To fix her would take only a needle and thread
But no one can see the end so they just leave her for dead
One morning she lay crucified on the sidewalk by the school
No one saw her or stepped over her, she is such a little fool
So they nabbed her in church and slipped her out the back
And stepped on every crack
Until she opened her mouth in agony and pain
When they shot her by the river they knew the bullet was in vain
She was already slain
May 21, 2010
May 21, 2010 at 10:12 PM UTC
Live blog: Romney and Stanton vie for Iowa win.
Dead heat in the dead of winter
What do the Iowa results really mean?
That Romney's less of a robot than he seems?
Oh, by the way: replacing a bulb, can save you 50 dollars or more!
But it'll cost you ten times as much, at your hardware store.
Starbuck's hikes prices despite the lull,
People stupidly betting on Powerball,
Selma Hayek's trending, y'all!
(We don't know why).
But what's all that compared to shootings?
Soldiers flying and not being sniffed,
Suspects nabbed in Utah killings,
And GOP runners had another tiff.
Personally, I'm more fascinated,
In the Aussie hybrid sharks!
This might mean global warming's overrated,
Or that animals are way smart.
Mideast peace-talks stalled, I read.
Have I not read this before?
Oh, yeah, back in 1972.
When psychos killed athletic Jews,
Who might win
And Olympic village was off view,
While the Israelis dragged people in.
That year, Nixon was re-elected
And we thought we'd never see worse,
Yet now the nation is infected
With a yellow-haired, inhuman curse.
Blog goes to sleep...
Begun long ago and finished in 2018
Dec 25, 2018
Dec 25, 2018 at 11:30 PM UTC
So...I asked this girl out on a date
No money had I made of late
With no job prospects for quite a while
Had her drop me off at the grocery
Proceeded to stuff sardines down my jeans
We were going to picnic it up in style
The whole time I had security
Keeping a watchful eye on me
Nabbed me as I stepped out of the door
Even grabbed the girl who was my date
She might have made a grave mistake
They say she was driving the get away car
We went before the hanging judge
Who wasn't much into showing love
Gave us each thirty days in county
I convinced them she was the master mind
I was a fool in love, didn't deserve the time
So they locked her up and set me free
Though it was our first date
And didn't seem to go the way
That it was I had it planed
I think that when she gets out of jail
And if she doesn't look like hell
I just might ask her out again...
Jun 18, 2013
Jun 18, 2013 at 8:43 AM UTC
A bust of Benjamin Franklin,
Too valuable to even be dusted,
She stole from her former employer,
Thus proving she’s not to be trusted.
Authorities now have her trussed
She was nabbed with the bust-
She had busted.
She was busted with a bust
In her bag
For fingerprints
The bust will be dusted.
Busted with a busted bust on a bus?
Some people can never be trusted!
Sep 25, 2012
Sep 25, 2012 at 2:33 PM UTC
Bug Eyes
"Bug Eyes" is what she calls me.
Every time she says it, my heart
Ascends through my throat and
Up into my brain; the way she smiles
Turns my stomach to bubbles, my knees to
Yoghurt - I know I'm strong, but how weak she makes me.
That laugh... how it sounds like a symphony.
How indeed - you call it obnoxious,
Yet you are wrong, not even Mozart or Beethoven compares.
Never have I met a woman like her.
An angel, a goddess, a gold-plated
Muse that inspires art that would draw even the
Envy of Rembrant; Rubens; Michelangelo.
I must have a lucky charm or a
Shooting star - how else could I have nabbed her?
Knees turn to jelly when I kiss her,
Eyes turn to hearts (no matter how much they bug),
Luck isn't what led me to her, what
Led me to her is much rarer than that.
You are a wish upon a star; quite the miracle.
Mar 15, 2016
Mar 15, 2016 at 9:50 PM UTC
Work History
I lucked into my first job
building four-letter radio station
call signs from tangled bins
of consonants and vowels.
In those days it was
all done by hand.
Sharp corners on the F’s kept you
on your toes, O’s easy to bobble
when you got careless, “slot four,
out the door!”, a newbie mnemonic
forever lodged in my brain.
I bided my time on the K line
until a spot opened on the W,
the graveyard shift. It paid
a little more, the hours going
toward my Creative License.
It was the seventies. We chewed
betel to stay awake during long
classical station runs then punched
out woozy, blind in morning sun,
fingers bleeding, teeth stained red.
Top forty, we popped ‘em out
like biscuits and squirrelled
away X’s to slip onto the ends
of freeform formats, small acts
of defiance. I quit to avoid prosecution,
nabbed sneaking parts out
in my pants, one letter at a time,
building words, paragraphs, whole
stories in my basement.
Oct 3, 2016
Oct 3, 2016 at 7:22 AM UTC
Crumpet!
Come sit.
Tell me all about it...
Drinking alones for killers, melancholy and alcoholics.
Man trouble? That's sad.
Dad trouble? That's bad.
Real trouble's I'm nabbed?
Too good to be gratis...
Your mother taught you well.
I'm only fun on the Sabbath.
Oct 7, 2015
Oct 7, 2015 at 5:11 AM UTC
Noticeable nonchalance
Nefarious negotiations
Nervous neighborhood
Naïve natives nonplussed
Nihilistic network nabbed
Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 1:35 AM UTC
It all began with a simple search for a cure.
But tomorrow is filled with fear for sure
Crocodiles and snakes will now need to lure--
Who will go to jail next to keep the nation “secure”?
The Filipino ferocity is finely defined.
We will always fight until the end of the line.
For the justice, we’ll charge then add a finel
Everything that has started, finds an end in design.
What would the past “terrorist” Jose Rizal say
If he knew the elected far from duty astray?
Would he join the gagging nation in this age and day
For rights and freedoms nabbed like thieves all the way?
Politicians aren’t gods to be expected of mercy.
So we’ll do all the work and then make them see.
Do they witness and laugh, lay back, take it easy?
Are their souls still present or just absentee?
Do they not hear all the people who sing
In the Kawit-like pride at independence’s first ring?
Where now is the candidate who won by promising
That he’ll be fine in hell if we were paradise-living?
Everyone who was chained will meet freedom too.
Just so if peace was the goal, real and true.
Won’t stand anymore for a sky in dark hue.
There’s a change coming in the way the wind blew.
Don’t walk away, and keep your eyes open.
Listen to what was spoken, read up on what is written.
History will remember all our actions taken,
If to God, people, or nation, your loyalty was given.
Aug 18, 2020
Aug 18, 2020 at 8:39 AM UTC
When juiced a spore sized embryo, early in utero; fetus
evinces atavistic miniaturization,
where nascent differentiation wrought
physical resemblance to - seek reachers,
sans Tarzan and Jane forebears,
or exemplification of religious embodiments writ upon taut
lee helical real to reel strung nano deoxyribonucleic acid,
where dome min ant
ander recessive traits pop sic cull, and/or mom genes sought
took comb hing gull, where foxy fiery hander chrome hat tick
microscopic threads ineluctably
hired bot to weave warp and woof for naught
heard interpretive soundcloud issue onomatopoetic beat,
whether as:
the Marseillaise, muezzin, or reveille blown in the wind
by alimentary mechanic, *** killed in all manner of ought
tow mobile craftsmanship, which possibly inflated and made pregnant,
when one seem n
thrashes within timed zona pellucida drawbridge,
hooping an ova to snag,
though odds stacked against the most basic cell fish competition fought
in the **** z of evolutionary biology informing **** sapiens
one errant or defiant game gamete perhaps hinting a gamine
tubby wonderfully woven with wisps viz The Idler Wheel Is Wiser
than the Driver of the ***** and Whipping Cords Will Serve You
More than Ropes Will Ever Do a ha at last that renegade oocyte
nabbed, analogously the Michael Phelps re: among the flagellated
madding crowdsource qua squirming sperm-faction caught
thence the commencement when trappings for a newborn bought
years later reviewing prenatal sonograms with grown son or daughter
pointing out how ***** editorialized, epitomized, and exemplified
in miniature (no bigger than any letter of the alphabet),
and closely resembled many creatures extant throughout the briny deep
such as an amphibian, reptile or Argonaut.
May 27, 2017
May 27, 2017 at 8:24 PM UTC
A chirpy young wolf
filled with pride and
uncanniness.
Never part of
any pack
Decepted with self-pride
and felt
everything around him
is not right
They say
wolves can only survive in packs
He says
'I am always right,
everyone should stand by my side'
He surrounded
a cobweb of cynicism
so deep, that he never
trusts
listens or
connects
with others
One fine day
he was abandoned by all
and a sense of
realization could be
read from his eyes
Until he was
nabbed by a mighty tiger
and everything was
left blank
May 24, 2018
May 24, 2018 at 7:13 AM UTC
"Blacks Colored & Others"
Hello, my Tehuti. I just have something I have been needing to release! Can I?
"Blacks Colored & Others Awaken"
They say Being black is being
knocked, shot, stabbed and
nabbed, in the back of a cab,
by them boys you just dabbed.
Now ain't that a crab?
Nah nah
you see, that's not how it is and
this is not how's it's suppose to be.
Because MLK had a dream
but it wasn't enough cause
Malcolm X was tough and he could see the lies,
threw his black & brown white covered eyes.
Too no surprise it was a disguise!
We all know the story, it goes on and on and each genocide writes the same song!
Corrupted threw the hate, manifested from the lies!
Dec 21st 2012
Now this is just a brief of that none sense you still tend to consume.
Nothing new under the
May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 5:31 PM UTC
(now a penchant with less Zionist trenchant ululation to vent.)
Not a peep passed thru mine -
aye vaguely attest
what ten? eleven? twelve? age
of following anecdote at best
guest, but no
doubt yours truly
with figurative heart in chest
scared puny meek boy
tight lipped silently confessed
to foiled attempt, sans trying
unsuccessfully to steal a yoyo,
inviting tummy prepubescent
unbuttoning, a substantially
sprawling Holy skype sizing breast
of mine upon be nabbed,
thus aye didst detest
foolish kid ploy, and
(prematurely nipping
in the bud) messed
up potential life of crime
with first and only
shoplifting heist jest
for getting caught no a pest
key yoyo, mama would
(IF FOUND OUT)
axe me no quest
chin, but whack me itty bitty
teensy weensy derriere lest
quickly putting to rest
any Robin Hood
fantasy life of
high stakes crime pressed,
and squeezed out the noggin
with apropos punishment addressed
thankfully, neither parent
got wind, nor ever guessed
their beautiful darling
boy did test
petty theft, never
matured nor didst crest
into a profitable "yoyo
string Ponzi like
scheme," thus ballsiest
dare devilish and bitterest,
and laughably noble lest
act yours truly ever attempted
immediately ceased to shelve bravest
sleight of hand find
delve during broad est
daylight, I immediately
didst shelve, when clumsiest
initial foray into
the world wide web
tubby come cleverest
lad, this side of
Lansdale, Pennsylvania
many damnedest
yesterdays ago, never
took another earnest
tempting gamble since security
detail nearly wrest
head possible zapped feeblest Ames?
to pilfer from other
Department stores if pressed
for money no matter,
I might miss an enforced
hated ballet class,
with abs salute zest!
Dec 13, 2018
Dec 13, 2018 at 10:38 PM UTC
Ahead with everyone else, you felt happy
Like the final lap of the race, feeling like you’re free
Then you thought to yourself Hey, I’m going to win!
Expected and believed that others will be left in bin
You slowed to run, thinking they couldn’t catch up
Then a moment passed, someone just nabbed the title to the top
It ***** but it’s your fault in the first place
Thinking high on the momentary feeling of trouncing their pace
Always remember that expectations give you a false perception
Overwhelmed by the thought of overcoming and anticipation
Thinking you’ll win, you’ve let your guard down
Ignoring the fact that it’s not yet over in vying for the crown
Even with hard work and being passionately determined won’t cut it
If your goal is to win whatever it takes as long as you see it fit
While you may scowl for second, the guy in third may even laugh
At the fact that he may not be the best, but he won and that’s enough
Mar 21, 2021
Mar 21, 2021 at 10:25 AM UTC
10 words grab attention
by the back of the fat furry neck.
Hooray.
Someone nabbed a B-.
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 2:08 AM UTC
Is this it?
What we struggled for with all might.
Something that we didn't cease and desist.
Cos of it, we couldn't shine so bright.
With the view that after attainment, we'll be bright like light.
To everyone, we're like a god. A new pride we couldn't resist.
Even though the strike caused a lot of doubt.
Months after friends were in, we were told to chill out.
We were finally in, we laughed last.
With shoulders so high, you would think we were louts.
At any attempt, they didn't fail to bluff. "We're the best."
Overcrowded classes: one of the challenges, we thought.
Challenges turned suffering. We couldn't bleat.
We were made to believe that to be successful, you gotta wilt.
Writing exams without water and light, schooling or imprisoning?
We struggled to come to higher institutons.
Just to get suspended for thinking.
Get arrained for fighting against oppression.
Get nabbed for freedom of speech.
Is this what we waited and struggled to get?
We read extensively but get grades according to mood.
You will get out and still not get job even if you're good.
Buddies, everything was a crook.
This is scamming at its best.
Jun 24, 2018
Jun 24, 2018 at 6:05 PM UTC