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Partners in Crime, Like Bonnie & Clyde.

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Poetry Contest

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

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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
Written by Heart_symphony
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Thanks for kicking things off.

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Siren Song

a story, in verse

Her siren song, when I was young,
aroused my youthful lust!
With joy, I learned the words she sang
spoke of her wanderlust!

I dared rush in, to make her mine,
and carried her away!
She sang, my victory was a sign
she likened to foreplay!

Her betrothed was not amused
that I had seized his flame.
He swore his honor be avenged
and cursed both of our names!

Our lustful passions set afire
a music from within!
On the run, she never tired
of singing of our sin!

She freely gave herself to me
and worshiped me with song!
Enjoined in passion on our spree
in flight from whom we wronged.

Our lust-filled passion was a crime
I freely must admit.
Her naked beauty, in her prime
Enticed me to commit!

I couldn’t help but taste her charms
Presented for my view,
Ignoring the potential harm
Forbidden sex might do!

We often stopped to rest awhile;
But, little rest we got!
She would flash her vixen smile,
I’d take her on the spot!

She opened up herself to me,
everything she had!
She took me in her mouth, and she
then sucked me raving mad!

I tried to do the same for her,
my lips and tongue, untrained,
she lied, "You're doing fine, monsieur,"
her words were clearly strained.

A little better with my cock
she said, with moans and sighs
once within, she'd clench and lock
and squeeze me in her thighs!

Slowed by sex, revealed by song,
He caught us easily.
She had planned it all along,
And so, she turned on me!

She told him that she played along
With me to save her life,
“I’ll prove it now, I still belong
to you. Loan me your knife!”

Confused, I did not understand,
She laughed and smirked at me.
His henchmen grabbed me with their hands
just as I tried to flee.

They beat me raw and stripped me bare
And slammed me to the ground!
Naked, shamed, and in despair
Their boots would hold me down.

She said, “I’m going to unman him
To prove to you, I’m yours!
He forced me, to do what I did,
I swear I'm not his whore!"

I plead, "I heard you sing to me!
What about your song?"

She scoffed, "You were a beast to me!
Now I'll right your wrongs!"

The henchmen forced my legs apart.
My genitals hung free!
Exposed and helpless, I lost heart
and cried, ”Don’t neuter me!”

She seized my manhood, stretched it out
against her blade, prepared;
then, with one stroke, she sliced it off!
And raised it in the air!

Convulsive screaming! Male disgrace!
Castration’s agony!
She held my horror to my face,
and smeared some gore on me!

Now, on the brink of madness, I
was pleading for my life.
I begged her, "Please, don't let me die!"
as she licked the knife.

She mocked, "We'll keep your cock and balls
and mount them for display,
I want to hang them on my wall,
remembering this day!"

She handed her betrothed my sex,
in payment for my sin.
The memory of what came next
still fills me with chagrin.

He told his henchmen, "I am done
with punishing this lad.
Now, you boys can have some fun!
Fuck him 'till he's mad!"

She stayed and watched them carry on
my masculine demise,
My genitals—already gone—
they gouged out both my eyes!

She left with him, and sang her song
to mock my neutered soul
as his henchmen had their way
and ripped apart my hole!

Years have passed, I've lingered on,
A eunuch, crippled, blind;
She still comes 'round and sings her song,
To tease my broken mind!

Written by ReggiePoet (Reggie)
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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
 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
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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
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.

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Label us (Filth) for fun

We don't need a label to know we are able when you're f***ing me like Jenna Marie,
We grind and we roll we know how it goes,
It's just you and me,
How we're meant to be,
Two high livers on the same river,
We're calling a bluff we're on the same stuff,
We're high as the sky while he's eating the pie,
comes up,
cherry lips go down & suck a d**k,
get it right, p***y tight,
We're f**king all night long going strong hold your own and make me moan,
Lady in the day but she's a freak when you say,
That girls wife for the rest of your life...
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Our Truly Violent Love (A Sinful Alliance: Hrshykss and HF)

Do you know that saying?
"a friend helps you move,    
a best friend helps you    
move a body?"    
My girl kills for me    
and leaves the    
body in the    
fucking road.    
She wasn’t always this way    
Proper debutante when I met her    
Shy little flower just waiting to bloom    
All she needed was the    
love of a good gangster    
Now her slick steps render silence    
silver sheath, pearl-handled fixed blade    
strapped to her right thigh    
no man’s land they say: her thighs    
unforgiving territory    
lead you right to purgatory    
Foot loose and fancy free    
has a knack for lovin' bad boys like me    
cuts a rug like a wino's jugular    
cigar dangling from her star-struck mouth    
She’s a cold-blooded killer      
Now, this whole unpalatable business    
might have been circumvented    
had you kept your eyes averted    
and moved merrily along    
But curiosity...well,    
a monumental misfortune    
hell--it’s a goddamn tragedy    
you wandered willy-nilly    
into our truly violent love    
You're just a pick-pocket stoolie    
copping a feel, your vice    
one to place the X on    
but if you'll allow me to endeavor    
to offer insight to my meaning:      
you simply messed with the    

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Cat and Dog on the Lamb

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.

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.

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Reggie, Siren's Song is so damn good it hurts.
I felt the pain of this poem so much I've been walking on tippy toes ever since I read it. 😵

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Thanks Heart for participating.  Conjured visions of Mad Max meets Thelma and Loiuse.
I loved it.  Made me hear 'Highway to Hell' in the background.

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Slipalong, your poem brought back fond memories of seeing that movie at the Hilltop Drive-in, near Somerset Wisconsin.  Thanks for participating.

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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

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Wally, great write.

Ride or Die made me want to grab a six pack and some weed and hop in a car with a girl who likes to speed. 😎

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