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A Poem For Alderman Curry

alderman curry
collected closet doorknobs
lived reclusively with poco,
his faithful afghan

one clear evening,
he told poco to stay 
and that he loved him

poco's senses caused him 
to whine confusingly

alderman curry went into
the woods, took a rope hidden
in a hollow tree, said his last words,
'NOW I AM FREE TO BE'

at 5:15 the next morning,
alderman curry's hung, 
lifeless, and limp body 
was discovered by a worried poco

the faithful afghan did not 
cry out an emergency yelp 
for help, he just let his best friend
and master be.....his secret loyally safe

Premium Member Another Bloody Weekend In Chicago

Another bloody weekend in Chicago
   104 shot, 14 fatally
You know all about George Floyd
   But those 118 tragedies? -- null & void

Every one shot a person of color
   Every shooter a nonwhite
Where was Jesse Jackson's* loud voice                    *social justice warrior
   Father Michael Pfleger?* -- absent from sight

David Brown** spoke up                                     **Chicago Supt. of Police
   He wants violent criminals
To serve longer prison minimals
   How's that gonna play today

A 13 year-old-girl killed in a random drive-by
   Two hours later a 3-year-old boy fatally shot
No pleas for justice raised, however
   No shouts of systemic racist plots

Another deadly weekend in Chicago
   Neighborhoods cowering in horror
Where was the outrage
   Where were the alderman and Mayor

Premium Member The Gunfire Rages

The gunfire rages
through the cracks
of neighborhood cages
as every fetid tenement ages
and voodoo economics suppress wages
of waitresses, cabbies and sages...

while the slick-shoe alderman engages
in taxing your turnip-blood in stages
and blue-jeaned billionaires decry outrages
of clothes-hanger abortions back-stages
and gang-banger rampages --
as this feckless dog-and-pony upstages
detonated death's tick-tock gauges

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Sam Ingram

Sam comes from that fantastic cathedral city, 
Of majestic Coventry where there’s reconciliation, 
Of people’s of different wartime allegiances, 
For a brotherhood and forgiveness attestation; 
He is partially sighted, born 1985 in the 80s mighty,
Went to Alderman Callow school, no compliances, 
So he moved to specialist school Exhall Grange, 
Had the purple house named after him for Judo, 
Which his brother got him into for his range,
After broadcasting at Falmouth University to go;
He got silver at the 2007 Worlds, then again in 2010,
Bronze at the 2008 Paras, gold 2011, the Euro pen.

Sam came second in the 2012 Paralympics,
Third at the Euro 2015 Portugal Championships.

Freudian's Slip

Politically correct that’s funny                                                                                           African-American’s should boycott Crayola                                                                                  The alderman is a person Too                                                                                              A busybody in other men’s matters I mean businessperson                                                               Human resources should be personnel                                                                            Would hupersons make you more kind                                                                                    My writing may be esthetically challenged                                                                                                   Or even intellectually challenged                                                                                           But then again  I am not wearing Freud’s slip                                                                                                      After this I think I’ll take a thought shower

Public Water Slide

Aqua concrete,
With skinned knees, 
And that Alderman
Fat and 
Inconspicuus, 
Until mother 
Filmed him. 

The water slide, 
Slick and Fun, 
but not after
I sprouted
Pubic hair. 

And then, 
in winter, the
frozen air
Tempted me
To fornicate
In that very 
same place. 

I pray for 
An earthquake, 
To shatter and
Dismantle this
Deception


Premium Member Church Picnic

CHURCH PICNIC
There was no time, now was forever,
he said I love you, she believed him,
at seventeen they had to love and run.
Under cottonwoods the world was theirs
while the river kept on crying by,
and she never guessed it might be more than fun.

Her daddy was a Baptist preacher
he'd keep his little girl, if he could reach her,
but seventeen and picnics--life moves on;
and a girl shows her virginity
to the alderman who needs to see,
and the serpant in the garden waves it's tongue.

Her lavender was still a blessing,
She whispered words of her confessing,
he laid her down to to save  her in his eyes,
under the cottonwoods, the need to cry
came too late for her to wonder why,
while her Daddy preacher man got ready to baptize.

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