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*Bonnie Elizabeth Parker (October 1,1910 - May 23,1934) and Clyde Chestnut Barrow (March 24,1909 - May 23,1934) were well-known outlaws, robbers, and criminals who traveled the Central United States with their gang during the Great Depression. Their gang was known as the 'Barrow Gang' which included Bonnie and Clyde, and at times Buck Barrow, Blanche Barrow, Raymond Hamilton, W.D. Jones, Joe Palmer, Ralph Fults, and Henry Methvin. Their exploits captured the attention of the American public during the 'public enemy era' between 1931 and 1934. Though known today for his dozen-or-so bank robberies, Barrow in fact preferred to rob small stores or rural gas stations. The gang is believed to have killed at least nine police officers and committed several civilian murders. The couple themselves were eventually ambushed and killed in Louisiana by law officers. Their reputation was cemented in American pop folklore by Arthur Penn's 1967 film Bonnie and Clyde

O the poor man's execution days?
Electricity bill, water, cable
and house rent
Citation ticket for parking at Paradise road?
Check Engine light flickers
Right side of the front flat tyre
and in the spare wheel too no air?
Wife grumbles her severe abdominal pains
and I whispered to her ear; 'Are you pregnant? '
She's angry!
I filled my water pistol thinking of the old movie
*'Bonnie & Clyde' and here the grand son comes
Reminds me of my old saying; 'Be a Lion Grandpa
among the dirty wolves.'
It's another painful wake up?

nimal dunuhinga

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Desmond Barrow

Was a singer, lost his voice
Was sent by his doctor to
a Sangatarium – a resort
for the improvement of
one’s voice; met Molly, a
nurse – also liked to sing,
heard her rehearse; told
Molly she had a pretty
voice, would she like to
come sing in his band;
In a couple of years they
built-up the band, changed
the name to the ‘Barrow
Gang’ – Desmond’s middle
name was Clyde, Molly’s
middle and last were Bonnie
and Parker - their music and
singing was as melodious as
a Chicago Typewriter; were
not a hit with the ‘G Men’,
They claimed the Barrow
Gang stole from the rich
song writers, and sang the
songs to the poor; were
soon tried for copyright
infringement and sent up
‘da lazy river without a you
know what’...

‘2008’

poem by Robert Sheridan
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Ballad of Bonnie and Clyde

Bonnie and Clyde
went out for a ride
with the Devil for a guide.

In a hot V-8 Ford
they took off with a roar
machine guns by their sides.

Bonnie was neat
and very petite
and Clyde was a handsome guy.

They robbed banks and stores,
and gas stations galore,
thumbing their noses at
a world they decried.

But the law was enraged
and made plans to engage
the infamous duo someday.

And on May twenty-third
they found a way
to put an end to Bonnie and Clyde.

It was as lovers they died
sitting side by side
in a bullet-riddled Ford.

And so then it came true as Bonnie well knew
that both of them surely would die,
for that's what she wrote,
expressing no hope, in the
Ballad of Bonnie and Clyde.

poem by Kendall Thomas
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Medern Day Bonnie And Clyde

Well it's a long way to Richmond
Rollin' north on 95
With a redhead ridin' shotgun
And a pistol by my side
Tearin' down that highway
Like a modern day Bonnie and Clyde
We met at a truckstop
Johnson City, Tennessee
I was gassin' up my Firebird
When I heard her callin' me...mmm hmm
Said, 'Which way are you headed, boy
Do you need some company'
She had me stoppin' at a quick mart
Before we made it out of town
Next thing she was runnin' at me
Tellin' me to lay that hammer down
'Cause there's a man right behind me
Doin' his best to slow me down
Yeah and it's a long way to Richmond
Rollin' north on 95
With a redhead ridin' shotgun
And a pistol by my side
Tearin' down that highway
Like a modern day Bonnie and Clyde
Woo...
Well we pulled up to a motel
In the middle of the night
We were countin' all the money
Smokin' stolen Marlboro lights
Lord we never saw 'em comin'
'Til they read us both our rights
Yeah and it's a long way to Richmond
Rollin' north on 95
With a sheriff right beside me
Pistol pointed at my side
Oh, Lord...such a disappointing ending
For this modern day Bonnie and Clyde
Yeah...
Whoa
Well...
Woo...hoo

song performed by by Travis Tritt
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Ode to Clyde

CLYDE, CLYDE, CLYDE
YOU SURE GAVE ME A HECK OF A RIDE

CLYDE, CLYDE, CLYDE
YOU BUSTED MY PELVIS AND PRIDE

THREE DAYS OF RIDING BILLY THE BAY
LABOR DAY WEEKEND AND ANOTHER NICE DAY
I DECIDED TO TAKE MY OTHER HORSE CLYDE
AND THEN RESTED BILLY THE BAY

CLYDE, CLYDE, CLYDE
YOU SURE GAVE ME A HECK OF A RIDE

CLYDE, CLYDE, CLYDE
YOU BUSTED MY PELVIS AND PRIDE

I USE TO RIDE WHAT MOST MEN COULDN’T SADDLE
NOW I CAN’T SADDLE WHAT MOST MEN CAN RIDE
BUSTED AND BROKEN FROM THAT BUCKING HORSE CLYDE

CLYDE, CLYDE, CLYDE
YOU SURE GAVE ME A HECK OF A RIDE

CLYDE, CLYDE, CLYDE
YOU BUSTED MY PELVIS AND PRIDE

OH WHAT’S AN OLD COWBOY TO SAY
OH WHAT’S AN OLD COWBOY TO SING
WHEN HIS HORSE SENDS HIM HIGH ON HIS WAY
BUSTED AND BROKEN AND LAYING IN PAIN
NEVER SHOULD’VE TAKEN THE PAINT THAT DAY
SHOULD HAVE RIDDEN THE BAY.

CLYDE, CLYDE, CLYDE
YOU SURE GAVE ME A HECK OF A RIDE

CLYDE, CLYDE, CLYDE
YOU BUSTED MY PELVIS AND PRIDE

THAT’S OKAY CLYDE, YOU JUST WAIT AND SEE
THINK YOU’RE REALLY ALL THAT TUFF AND MEAN?
I’M MENDING BOY, AND JUST YOU WAIT FOR ME!
I’M GONNA RIDE THE HIDE
OFF THAT BUCKING HORSE CLYDE!

poem by Sunnie Bianco
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Modern Day Bonnie & Clyde

Chorus:
Well, it's a long way to Richmond
Rolling north on 95,
with a redhead riding shotgun
and a pistol by my side.
Tearing down that highway
like a modern day Bonnie and Clyde
We met a truck stop
Johnson City, Tennesee
I was gassin' up my Firebird
when I heard her callin' me
Said "Which way are you headed boy?
Do you need some company?"
She had me stoppin at a quick mart
before we made it out of town
Next thing she was running at me
Telling me to lay that hammer down
"Cause there's a man right behind me
doing his best to slow me down."
Chorus
We pulled up to a motel
in the middle of the night
we were countin' all the money
smoking stolen Marlboro lights
Lord we never saw 'em comin'
'til they read us both our rights
And it's a long way to Richmond,
Rollin' north on 95
With a sheriff right beside me
pistol pointing at my side
such a disappointing ending
for this modern day Bonnie and Clyde

song performed by by Travis Tritt
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After Thoughts About William

did i tell you that in this life what we see is what we get?
like william's
red wheel
barrow

words are things
and things are words
interchangeable

you see what i see
but what i see need not be what you know
and what you know
need not be seen by me

just like a red
wheel
barrow beside the
white
chickens

it is great

behind the lines is this child's death
eyes closing
forever

you stand by the side of the window
helplessly looking somewhere where you become nothing
but
this speck of dust

falling on that red
wheel
barrow glazed by rain
water beside the white chickens

a thought falling
endlessly on a chasm that sinks deep within you

helplessly, you,
just stand there for in truth we are here just to see how things come and go

and then we go too, like the white chickens

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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R. Gang

Written by John Mellencamp
oow, hahaha ha
Well now to live in this world
Sometimes you gotta get touch
I got me a bunch of boys when the going gets rough
Someone to lean on when their calling my bluff
Someone to .....
Talking about R. Gang, R. Gang, R. Gang, R. Gang, R. Gang, R. Gang
There were only your friends who died ??
Well now the boy wanna run out with the boys tonight
And the girls are on the corner in a fashion show all right
I got their allmoter dead on my right
You better get great protect on this cool old night
Talking about R. Gang, R. Gang, R. Gang, R. Gang, R. Gang, R. Gang
There were only your friends who died ??
Well now, if there's a moral to be told
Its just that, growin' up is to growin' old
And when the asses say yeah, I'm doing all right
Well I got my bunch of boys, its Saturday night
Talking about R. Gang, R. Gang, R. Gang, R. Gang, R. Gang, R. Gang
There were only your friends who died, yeah ??

song performed by by John Mellencamp
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Flower or Glass of Water

If you have a gun and hurt someone in America,
you gain fame and notoriety,
they may make a movie about you called
the adventures of Bonnie and Clyde;

If you give someone a flower or glass of water
you will be overlooked like a dusty book
on a library shelf;
give someone a flower or glass of water, nonetheless,
it is a kindness that can transform the world.

poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Cousin Clyde

Cousin Clyde spent much of his time
Walking up and down the street
He never failed to whistle
At every pretty girl he'd meet
Cousin Clyde was quite a bit different
From any man we ever knew
He loved all the pretty women
Yey he was afraid of them too
A girl once flirted with Clyde
He was a rather good-looking man
That scared him out of his wits
And he turned around and ran
Clyde wrote so many girls letters
None of them ever replied
It just wasn't to be
That Clyde would have a bride.

poem by Joy Thacker
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Love like that

sid and nancy, bonnie and clyde, johnny and june
i wanna love like them
i wanna have love like that
you dont have love like that anymore

people use that type of love as a mat
you dont have like that anymore
love with a passion
love like its an obession

sid and nancy, bonnie and clyde, johnny and june
i wanna love like them
i wanna love like that
you dont have love like that anymore

Where you feel like thers no floor
i wanna love like that
i wanna love like them

poem by Misty moon
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~My Town~

My town is the razors edge-
Of a virtual cornucopia-
Of Ecclectic...
Looking for Art?
Its in the Big Sky!
'Round any corner-
Coffee shops-
Cappucino's and Latte's-
Aroma's steaming...
Two of the Nations-
Top Ten Universities-
Catfish bars...
Barbequed Brisket-
It will drive you crazy...
Its a town with Clyde,
And Barrow streets-
Named after one of-
Two notorious bank-
Robbers who passed-
Through many eons
Ago...
On their infamous -
Spree that got them-
Killed...
There are cottages-
With real shutters!
Brick walls and -
Fish ponds-
Cactus plants-
And Yellow Roses...
Cowboy Ranchers-
In Diesel pickups-
And Corporate Bankers-
in Bentleys...
All framed neatly-
Within the boundaries-
Of old shut down-
Oil wells-raw and gritty...
Quaint rolling hill-
With miles and miles
Of Oaks-
Sixteen miles due-
North of Buffalo Gap...

poem by Theodora Onken
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Bonnie Cat

Bonnie cat o!
Bonnie cat... don't go away
Bonnie cat look! you make funny bunny crying,
Bonnie cat see it is cold and will not you
come and have me sleep in your warmth
Bonnie cat will not we play the strings of a piano together
one which made the days of summer like a swallow bird
humming into the chilly wintry nights in the command of a nightingale
Bonnie cat o!

Bonnie cat o!
Bonnie cat look i have carrot soup for you
Shall not we chase and try to fly like those duffy ducks
they now bully me bonnie cat
Bunny is so scored without you
Shall not we play in the sunshine meadows
and steal milk from the chocolate hut
Shall not you tell me again to run and get you the rainbow past you
Shall not we see the fountains emerge again and quench our thirst
Bonnie cat o!

Bonnie cat o!
Bonnie cat see our life lacks subtlety
without our sinewy power of bonding
Bonnie cat o bonnie cat!
Don't leave me for a panjandrum center
in your heart...cavort back dear!
See the bunny too have fish and chips for you
Flesh for your heart and not syringes made of bones
And heart for your flesh never ever in the mesh of bandages
Bonnie cat will not you come as Latin song
in satin clothes for my prayer's christmas gift
Bonnie cat o!

Bonnie cat o!
Bonnie cat look you made funny bunny no more irascible
In your zany droplets of fear which in i grew up
Bonnie cat without you i am lost in the turbine
where noxious gases take my breath away
It now stings like an urchin and groans like a swine
Is not it you testing my patience bonnie cat
Tell me bonnie cat don't walk away
Word does make an image of fascination
but pain does not when i convey am really in
Bonnie cat...
my sweet bonnie cat
Bonnie cat o!

poem by Amit Ray
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His and Hers

Mom and Dad had a great big fight
Right in the middle of the store
Where Mom works. It was quite a sight.
I wasn't there. I'm almost 4.
Police came and arrested Dad.
Mom told them it was all because
She dissed Dad's gang, and he got mad.
Mom said her gang, the Crips, sure was
Better than his Ballers by far;
And I would be in the Crips gang
Because that's where the winners are.
Dad went ballistic with a bang.

I'll join whichever gang gives me
A fireman's hat and a puppy.

poem by Ima Ryma
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This Time

Ahh It still feels good
You were always there to bring me breakfast in bed
And when I stayed out late you had some powder for my head
Ive been a bad man
But you never paid no mind
CHORUS
Weve had some long nights
But were alright this time
I believe in something I just dont know what it is
And every time I climb I wind up back on the skids
You always stood by me
When the natives start to whine
REPEAT CHORUS (2x)
Youre like an angel with a 12 gauge (Lock and load)
Youre like a wheelman on a get-away (Hit the road)
And together we ride
You aint Bonnie I aint Clyde
But we made out of town just the same
I could take a taxi but its better when you drive
You always come between me and the mess outside
I could buy you a ring
But youd rather have the cash
Ha ha and that dont even rhyme
REPEAT CHORUS
And together we ride
You aint Bonnie I aint Clyde
But we made it out of town just the same
I could take a taxi but its better when you drive
You always come between me and the mess outside
I could buy you a ring
But youd rather have the cash
Ha ha and that dont even rhyme
REPEAT CHORUS (3x)

song performed by by Uncle Kracker
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I See You Every Time I Close My Eyes

I see you
Every time I close my eyes
Every time I dream
Every time I drink a glass of water
Every time I eat
Every time I watch TV
Every time I read
Every time I go for a walk in the woods
Every time I shop
Every time I listen to music
Every time I think
Every hour, every minute, every second
you are there in my head

I see you
Every time I close my eyes

Norwegian version:

Jeg ser deg
Hver gang jeg lukker øynene
Hver gang jeg drømmer
Hver gang jeg drikker et glass vann
Hver gang jeg spiser
Hver gang jeg jeg ser på TV
Hver gang jeg leser
Hver gang jeg går en tur i skogen
Hver gang jeg handler
Hver gang jeg hører på musikk
Hver gang jeg tenker
Hvert time, hvert minutt, hvert sekund
er du der i mitt hode

Jeg ser deg
Hver gang jeg lukker øynene

poem by Inco G. Nito
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No More Chain Gang

He was black and handsome
And mighty mighty brave
Comin from the backwoods
The grandson of a slave
He was caught for something
They knew hed never done
And he was diggin ditches
Out in the burnin sun
Working on the chain gang-no more
Working on the chain gang-no more
Working on the chain gang-no more
Working on the chain gang-no more
No more, no more, no more
Man he was a giant
And iron he could bend
And he swore hed fight them
Down to the bitter end
Though he was no talker
His burnin eyes would say
You may keep on tryin
Cant hold me no way
Working on the chain gang-no more
Working on the chain gang-no more
Working on the chain gang-no more
Working on the chain gang-no more
No more, no more, no more
And one night he lay in waiting
Hit the guard and took the key
And before the others caught him
He jumped out and he was free
He jumped out and he was free
He made for the swamp lands
It seemed a hopeless duel
They had dogs and shotguns
And they were mighty cruel
But they couldnt find him
He was too smart and strong
Hiding in the daytime
Wandering all night long
Working on the chain gang-no more
Working on the chain gang-no more
Working on the chain gang-no more
Working on the chain gang-no more
Working on the chain gang-no more
Working on the chain gang-no more

song performed by by Boney M.
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Bonnie

Your silver nights and golden days
I try to reach you in a million ways
Im crazy bout you bonnie
Can you tell?
Your diamond rings and fancy clothes
Do I want you babe, well heaven knows
Im wild about you bonnie
Cant you see hey bonnie
Ive love you oh so long
I know wed get along
Hey bonnie will you ever notice me
Yes I know you oh so well
Just one look and I fell
Please tell me that our love will always be
Ive seen your films and all your plays
I read about you every single day
Id lke to get my lovin arms round you

song performed by by Supertramp
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Sweet Bonnie, Bonnie Lass

Sweet Bonnie, Bonnie lass
She is walking through the grass
With the wind blowing in her hair,
She is looking for the man
She calls her own and take his hand
But sadly, he is never ever there,
As she is heading back home
And again she is all alone
As again GOD had ignored her thoughts,
But sadly no one does care
What she is doing over there
As she’ll never find, what she had sought.

Sweet Bonnie, Bonnie lass
Whom I had just past
As I shied away from happily,
I have known of her before
As she had knocked upon my door
But now the door is shut and I am free,
As it was not that long ago
When she filled my heart with woe
Then threw my heart and life away,
As she smiled as though she cared
But never worried how I had faired
And goodbye to me she never did say.

Sweet Bonnie, Bonnie Lass
Love for you it never did last
And your hopes and dreams are now all gone,
Someday though you will get old
And you will be standing all alone
As you will be walking upon your lawn,
You will be seeking someone new
So you can say again, I love you
As your walking down life’s final path,
But no one will ever be there
As the winds blows though your hair
My Sweet Bonnie, Bonnie Lass.

poem by Randy McClave
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The Red Wheelbarrow

so much depends
upon

a red wheel
barrow

glazed with rain
water

beside the white
chickens.

poem by William Carlos Williams
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Hark! the Mavis

CA' the yowes to the knowes,
   Ca' them where the heather grows,
   Ca' them where the burnie rows,
   My bonnie dearie.

Hark! the mavis' evening sang
Sounding Clouden's woods amang,
Then a-faulding let us gang,
   My bonnie dearie.

We'll gae down by Clouden side,
Through the hazels spreading wide,
O'er the waves that sweetly glide
   To the moon sae clearly.

Yonder Clouden's silent towers,
Where at moonshine midnight hours
O'er the dewy bending flowers
   Fairies dance sae cheery.

Ghaist nor bogle shalt thou fear;
Thou'rt to Love and Heaven sae dear,
Nocht of ill may come thee near,
   My bonnie dearie.

Fair and lovely as thou art,
Thou hast stown my very heart;
I can die--but canna part,
   My bonnie dearie.

While waters wimple to the sea;
While day blinks in the lift sae hie;
Till clay-cauld death shall blin' my e'e,
   Ye shall be my dearie.

   Ca' the yowes to the knowes...

poem by Robert Burns
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