Poetry competition CLOSED 19th May 2019 4:55pm
WINNER
Anonymous
Anonymous
Partners in Crime, Like Bonnie & Clyde.
Poetry Contest Description
Write a poem from the perspective a outlaw on the run with their partner in crime.
Bonnie Parker was more than a Depression Era outlaw. She was also an accomplished poet. This coming May, 23 will mark the 85th anniversary of Bonnie's and Clyde's death during a shootout with Texas Rangers and Sheriff's deputies.
Erotic romance welcomed, after all, we all know Bonnie and Clyde did it like Bunnies.
Collaborations are not only allowed but encouraged. Ask another poet to ride shotgun and we might adore you as much as the public loved Bonnie & Clyde.
Presented is one of Bonnie's poems that she wrote just before she and Clyde were killed.
The Trail's End
You've read the story of Jesse James
of how he lived and died.
If you're still in need;
of something to read,
here's the story of Bonnie and Clyde.
Now Bonnie and Clyde are the Barrow gang
I'm sure you all have read.
how they rob and steal;
and those who squeal,
are usually found dying or dead.
There's lots of untruths to these write-ups;
they're not as ruthless as that.
their nature is raw;
they hate all the law,
the stool pidgeons, spotters and rats.
They call them cold-blooded killers
they say they are heartless and mean.
But I say this with pride
that I once knew Clyde,
when he was honest and upright and clean.
But the law fooled around;
kept taking him down,
and locking him up in a cell.
Till he said to me;
"I'll never be free,
so I'll meet a few of them in hell"
The road was so dimly lighted
there were no highway signs to guide.
But they made up their minds;
if all roads were blind,
they wouldn't give up till they died.
The road gets dimmer and dimmer
sometimes you can hardly see.
But it's fight man to man
and do all you can,
for they know they can never be free.
From heart-break some people have suffered
from weariness some people have died.
But take it all in all;
our troubles are small,
till we get like Bonnie and Clyde.
If a policeman is killed in Dallas
and they have no clue or guide.
If they can't find a fiend,
they just wipe their slate clean
and hang it on Bonnie and Clyde.
There's two crimes committed in America
not accredited to the Barrow mob.
They had no hand;
in the kidnap demand,
nor the Kansas City Depot job.
A newsboy once said to his buddy;
"I wish old Clyde would get jumped.
In these awfull hard times;
we'd make a few dimes,
if five or six cops would get bumped"
The police haven't got the report yet
but Clyde called me up today.
He said,"Don't start any fights;
we aren't working nights,
we're joining the NRA."
From Irving to West Dallas viaduct
is known as the Great Divide.
Where the women are kin;
and the men are men,
and they won't "stool" on Bonnie and Clyde.
If they try to act like citizens
and rent them a nice little flat.
About the third night;
they're invited to fight,
by a sub-gun's rat-tat-tat.
They don't think they're too smart or desperate
they know that the law always wins.
They've been shot at before;
but they do not ignore,
that death is the wages of sin.
Some day they'll go down together
they'll bury them side by side.
To few it'll be grief,
to the law a relief
but it's death for Bonnie and Clyde
Bonnie & Clyde
Who’s worse
Me or you?
Let’s play a game
Pick each other’s brains
Let’s ride all day
Spinning in disarray
Let’s die all night
In each others arms
Robbing and stealing
Killing and lying
Passion and feeling
Love is our drug
Fire burning through our veins
If anyone gets in our way
We’ll turn them all to ash
In blood and tears they’ll pay
Hot blooded
And fevered
Let’s wash the blood
From our hands
We’re ruthless and wild
And it feels like heaven
Creating havoc
Making hell
The sun would cease to shine
Nothing exists if you’re not mine
Without my ride or die
Heaven would be like hell
So if we get caught
Let’s die how we lived
Tragically in love
Wrapped in each other’s arms
Me or you?
Let’s play a game
Pick each other’s brains
Let’s ride all day
Spinning in disarray
Let’s die all night
In each others arms
Robbing and stealing
Killing and lying
Passion and feeling
Love is our drug
Fire burning through our veins
If anyone gets in our way
We’ll turn them all to ash
In blood and tears they’ll pay
Hot blooded
And fevered
Let’s wash the blood
From our hands
We’re ruthless and wild
And it feels like heaven
Creating havoc
Making hell
The sun would cease to shine
Nothing exists if you’re not mine
Without my ride or die
Heaven would be like hell
So if we get caught
Let’s die how we lived
Tragically in love
Wrapped in each other’s arms
Written by Heart_symphony
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Living by the gun # Bonnie & Clyde
What caliber of people them
was that bond formed of talk in bed
the romance counjered in their heads
pillows secrets share the dark intent
perhaps a throwaway remark, but a question asked
a dare, that concieved into a plan
a formulea of where and when
from a mundane daily slog
to what if's for kicks, we steel and rob
(reader you are in their shoes
now's the moment which path would you choose)
Beatty and Dunaway the flickering stars
captured the plight of the tragic pairs lives
robbing and shootings the squealing of tyres
their WANTED poster displayed to the crowd
dead or alive the price on each head
the road of felony its dollar signs
the adrenalin as they looked in each others eyes
a bond in trust each one, now bold allies
a pairing of courage and that is the trade
the law and its captains the badges and braid
the posse was formed, and began the chase
As they bared in nudity the friction blue
the gasps for more and more as strokes grow short
each teller hit the climax of a weighted sack
gave all from the vault to grasping hands
to speed a destiny, felony and desire a daily job
public property both bad and good
puritan righteousness, shining and bright
persued them relentlessly, no corner to hide
the short and the sweet a grim fairy tale
pools of blood mingled the bullets hail
for love and for danger they lived and they died
footnote
IT takes some Balls sieze the day
carpe diem live it in our way
the obituary is our grit
just their spirit left to narrate this
was that bond formed of talk in bed
the romance counjered in their heads
pillows secrets share the dark intent
perhaps a throwaway remark, but a question asked
a dare, that concieved into a plan
a formulea of where and when
from a mundane daily slog
to what if's for kicks, we steel and rob
(reader you are in their shoes
now's the moment which path would you choose)
Beatty and Dunaway the flickering stars
captured the plight of the tragic pairs lives
robbing and shootings the squealing of tyres
their WANTED poster displayed to the crowd
dead or alive the price on each head
the road of felony its dollar signs
the adrenalin as they looked in each others eyes
a bond in trust each one, now bold allies
a pairing of courage and that is the trade
the law and its captains the badges and braid
the posse was formed, and began the chase
As they bared in nudity the friction blue
the gasps for more and more as strokes grow short
each teller hit the climax of a weighted sack
gave all from the vault to grasping hands
to speed a destiny, felony and desire a daily job
public property both bad and good
puritan righteousness, shining and bright
persued them relentlessly, no corner to hide
the short and the sweet a grim fairy tale
pools of blood mingled the bullets hail
for love and for danger they lived and they died
footnote
IT takes some Balls sieze the day
carpe diem live it in our way
the obituary is our grit
just their spirit left to narrate this
Written by slipalong
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Mm.. Such A Sweet Liaison With Bonnie And Clyde
Bienville Parish, Louisiana
“Where you heading my dear.”
“Anyplace other than here.”
“Why Clyde, she’s even prettier than the rising sun
Did these two know I’m considered an outlaw on the run?
John Dillinger got a bounty on my head because he couldn’t cum
Depleted all of my butter rum
Then said I’m not done,
His posse wanted to have some fun
“What’s your name?”
“Swe…Mae West, known in these parts as the undercover sexual dame.”
“Well hop in.”
“Me and my beau here, taking a ride for a little blasting deadly sins
“Mm...my types of games.”
“In these parts darling, for us they’re one and the same.”
I got into their V8 Ford, closing the door preparing for my blind faith
Adjusting my feet over several tommy guns, sub-machine guns and ammo, idle in wait
These two were my salvation without shedding my clothes in haste
Or to have several men at the Golden Carousal Saloon vying for my sweeten taste
“You know how to shoot darling.”
“Depends on if he satisfies me after my initial charming.”
In the covers, my pussy rings bells, as men’s pearly streams are disarming
“I like her Bonnie.”
“And Clyde she’s not too scrawny
“She’s more appealing than stealing other people’s money
“Nice figure you got there lass, and Bon she’s desirable than one of those Hustler’s bunny
This sexy dirty-blond head beauty, softly fanning my face, outlining my lips
She’s wet no doubt, waiting for me to lick her clit
Then she placed a finger in my mouth
She licked over her same finger “Mm… well I be, honey? Let’s see how you taste down south
“Clyde be so kind and pull the car over.”
“Bonnie we don’t have time, the Sheriff and a Texas Ranger’s scent are hovering
And out here, no protection to take immediate cover
“Please, you know I like writing poetry, pics, and…soft chicks
You can even taste her honey lips, her pussy, after me as it seeps and drips
These two were bargaining for my just due the sunken treasure between my thighs
Known to make any man heart rise, his dick even harder once inside
A Bounty on my head for the absent of that slip and slide
A reward by John Dillinger and his ruthless gang beyond sunrise
Mm… I have a craving for some blonde hair Angel food, and a hard dick I peeped for an oiling pussy lube
This sexy woman climbed over the back seat
Laid me down, spread my legs... Oh Clyde what a sweet pussy my lips shall meet
Save some for me Bon, I love a honey sucking feast
Her soft hands lifting up my dress
My back arched in anticipation, waiting for her to lick on my bushy nest
Her tongue swooped inside
Oh yes…my fantasy and fetishes I yearn once seeking pleasure for a mouth ride
Mm…keep the feeling right there, my fingers interlocking in her hair
I placed my hand over the seat
The pace of her tongue firing inside me, took my speech
Her fingers, dueling the pleasure upon each licking greet
The back door was opened, I looked up, two balls hanging of pure masculine meat
My mouth instantly opened for his girth’s hard treat
Her tongue dancing deeper inside me not missing a beat
Moans and groans heard among three outlaws
Climaxing in Bonnie’s mouth her tongue meeting my butter rum soft rainfall
Clyde throwing his head back, his dick locked in the inner sanctum of my jaws
Holding my chin upward for his pearly flow, streaming down my throat, loving the thrill of it all
Tea bagging my mouth with his balls
Mm...such sweet pleasure I got in the heat of the hot desert
An experience one can never come to measure
A Sheriff’s patrol car whizzed by, we all ducked
I think we need to part, and to you two, the best of luck
Later that night, two outlaws made the news, bank robbers, and their graven images of misconduct
Bonnie and Clyde, shaking my head, smiling, knowing, those two I had fucked
And him, his pearly flow I swallowed after a good grunting suck
“Where you heading my dear.”
“Anyplace other than here.”
“Why Clyde, she’s even prettier than the rising sun
Did these two know I’m considered an outlaw on the run?
John Dillinger got a bounty on my head because he couldn’t cum
Depleted all of my butter rum
Then said I’m not done,
His posse wanted to have some fun
“What’s your name?”
“Swe…Mae West, known in these parts as the undercover sexual dame.”
“Well hop in.”
“Me and my beau here, taking a ride for a little blasting deadly sins
“Mm...my types of games.”
“In these parts darling, for us they’re one and the same.”
I got into their V8 Ford, closing the door preparing for my blind faith
Adjusting my feet over several tommy guns, sub-machine guns and ammo, idle in wait
These two were my salvation without shedding my clothes in haste
Or to have several men at the Golden Carousal Saloon vying for my sweeten taste
“You know how to shoot darling.”
“Depends on if he satisfies me after my initial charming.”
In the covers, my pussy rings bells, as men’s pearly streams are disarming
“I like her Bonnie.”
“And Clyde she’s not too scrawny
“She’s more appealing than stealing other people’s money
“Nice figure you got there lass, and Bon she’s desirable than one of those Hustler’s bunny
This sexy dirty-blond head beauty, softly fanning my face, outlining my lips
She’s wet no doubt, waiting for me to lick her clit
Then she placed a finger in my mouth
She licked over her same finger “Mm… well I be, honey? Let’s see how you taste down south
“Clyde be so kind and pull the car over.”
“Bonnie we don’t have time, the Sheriff and a Texas Ranger’s scent are hovering
And out here, no protection to take immediate cover
“Please, you know I like writing poetry, pics, and…soft chicks
You can even taste her honey lips, her pussy, after me as it seeps and drips
These two were bargaining for my just due the sunken treasure between my thighs
Known to make any man heart rise, his dick even harder once inside
A Bounty on my head for the absent of that slip and slide
A reward by John Dillinger and his ruthless gang beyond sunrise
Mm… I have a craving for some blonde hair Angel food, and a hard dick I peeped for an oiling pussy lube
This sexy woman climbed over the back seat
Laid me down, spread my legs... Oh Clyde what a sweet pussy my lips shall meet
Save some for me Bon, I love a honey sucking feast
Her soft hands lifting up my dress
My back arched in anticipation, waiting for her to lick on my bushy nest
Her tongue swooped inside
Oh yes…my fantasy and fetishes I yearn once seeking pleasure for a mouth ride
Mm…keep the feeling right there, my fingers interlocking in her hair
I placed my hand over the seat
The pace of her tongue firing inside me, took my speech
Her fingers, dueling the pleasure upon each licking greet
The back door was opened, I looked up, two balls hanging of pure masculine meat
My mouth instantly opened for his girth’s hard treat
Her tongue dancing deeper inside me not missing a beat
Moans and groans heard among three outlaws
Climaxing in Bonnie’s mouth her tongue meeting my butter rum soft rainfall
Clyde throwing his head back, his dick locked in the inner sanctum of my jaws
Holding my chin upward for his pearly flow, streaming down my throat, loving the thrill of it all
Tea bagging my mouth with his balls
Mm...such sweet pleasure I got in the heat of the hot desert
An experience one can never come to measure
A Sheriff’s patrol car whizzed by, we all ducked
I think we need to part, and to you two, the best of luck
Later that night, two outlaws made the news, bank robbers, and their graven images of misconduct
Bonnie and Clyde, shaking my head, smiling, knowing, those two I had fucked
And him, his pearly flow I swallowed after a good grunting suck
Written by SweetKittyCat5
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Ride or Die
Live fast, live hard, live life to the fullest,
Fugitives on the run try out their luck,
There’s adventure when dodging bullets,
Because outlaws don’t give a fuck.
Grab your ride or die, your dude or chick,
Love can make you do the craziest things,
Let me paint it for you, you better draw quick,
Guns gotta be loaded for whatever the law brings.
The sex is good when you’re in the mood,
These hearts in contrast always beat fast,
Living on the edge there’s no time to brood,
Because every day could be the last.
Fugitives outsmarting the law are clever,
It’s an exciting ride to hang with the gang,
But then again, who wants to live forever?
Twisted love in the end will go out with a bang.
Live fast, live hard, live life to the fullest,
Fugitives on the run try out their luck,
There’s adventure when dodging bullets,
Because outlaws don’t give a fuck.
Grab your ride or die, your dude or chick,
Love can make you do the craziest things,
Let me paint it for you, you better draw quick,
Guns gotta be loaded for whatever the law brings.
The sex is good when you’re in the mood,
These hearts in contrast always beat fast,
Living on the edge there’s no time to brood,
Because every day could be the last.
Fugitives outsmarting the law are clever,
It’s an exciting ride to hang with the gang,
But then again, who wants to live forever?
Twisted love in the end will go out with a bang.
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I:
A big ol’ tabby male called Zack,
Had grown up with Lady, the bitch.
Life in the pound around the back
Each time a dog or cat would ditch,
Was hell just like a prison break,
Till Zack and Lady did likewise
And busted out for all their sakes;
The inmates barking their goodbyes!
So on the road without a dime,
Their empty stomachs start to growl.
The two of them have done their time,
And stalk the alleys as they prowl.
Both start to plan on their first crime,
And thru’ the stockyards dodging beef
To reach the tracks to the big time,
And jump a boxcar - phew - relief!
To catch a breath, inhale the air,
It smells as if they’re headed west.
Zack nuzzles fur, we’ll make it there!
He likes the cur and smiles in jest.
They settle in to spend the night
As boxcars clatter rhythmically.
While Zack and Lady cuddle tight,
The starry sky floats endlessly.
II:
Until they’d reach their destiny,
With every stop the train would make,
The two would hide in eateries,
To kipe two plates of nickel steak.
Although it was the best they ate,
And living high than on a hog,
They had not met their hopes to date,
Of what life meant for cat and dog.
Through sun and wind and even rain,
Saw Zack and Lady fall in love.
For long days and nights on a train,
They found what they were both made of.
And one thing that they knew for sure,
They’d rather sleep on naked ground,
Than where they lived without a cure,
Or dignity, inside a pound.
At Union Station when, before,
They switched from freight to passenger.
So good it was to know the score,
They have arrived: Los Angeles!
A couple had adopted them
Who have shops on Olvera Street.
They love their pets, two lucky gems,
Who love to stroll and tourist-greet.
There won’t be any thoughts of crime,
Now Zack and Lady have a home.
They both are blessed each year this time:
The Blessings of the Animals.
The Blessings of the Animals = annually on Olvera Street in downtown Los Angeles.
Wow SweetKitty, this poem was so hot, while reading it I thought my contacts were about to melt.
Let me compliment you on inserting a bit of parallel history. So, it happens I live in St. Paul Minnesota, just down the street where Dillinger had his shootout. Just days before, Ma Barker and her boys kidnapped a rich banker right beside the building where I live.
Just Google Lexington & Goodrich, go to images and you should see some old news photos about the kidnapping and shootout. I swear, I often hear their ghosts in the middle of the night
Let me compliment you on inserting a bit of parallel history. So, it happens I live in St. Paul Minnesota, just down the street where Dillinger had his shootout. Just days before, Ma Barker and her boys kidnapped a rich banker right beside the building where I live.
Just Google Lexington & Goodrich, go to images and you should see some old news photos about the kidnapping and shootout. I swear, I often hear their ghosts in the middle of the night
