Best Dragnet Poems
Momma's in the kitchen frying chicken
Daddy's got the game on the old TV
Two brother's playing and fighting in the parlor
It's just the way things used to be
Momma stayed home and raised us kids
Never had much except love if I recall
Daddy worked everyday but Sunday
Then again, I guess we had it all
We got our clothes from people up the street
Their kids were older and always well dressed
They would send a box down once or twice a year
And we'd thank God, we were so blessed
Shared a bicycle between five brothers
Had all we needed and so much more
Never saw a government check until we enlisted
I guess they forgot to tell us we were poor
Lived in an alley full of kids
Second house in a row of seven
Learned to work for whatever we wanted
This was our little piece of heaven
No one stole from one another
Respected all and what they worked for
Slept like a baby, three to a room
Never bothered locking a door
We have so much now it's mind boggling
In a way I guess we lost our senses
Corrupted with greed, we became reclusive
Instead of bridges, we built fences
Return with me to those forgotten times
When we treated our neighbor just like a brother
Never got judged by the way we dressed
And people cared about one another
Remember Jackie Gleason and the Honeymooners
Lawrence Welk on a Saturday night
Breyer's ice cream from the corner store
Lassie and Dragnet in black and white
Uncle Miltie and Bishop Sheen
Robin Hood starring Richard Greene
Superman and a matinee
With Dinah Shore, see the USA
Riding grassy hills in a cardboard box
Taking little brother for long summer walks
Forgotten times spent with a friend
Times we thought would never end
A life full of riches doing all that we could
A life full of struggles, even the bad times were good
Somewhere in the distance a lone church bell chimes
While I close my eyes and dream of forgotten times.
Categories:
dragnet, childhood, family, happiness, nostalgia,
Form:
Rhyme
Things Grow Legs
Sometimes, I swear, things grow legs
Recipes, scissors, car keys in place
But when I look they move away
To floors, newspaper piles – hiding spaces.
We almost hear them laugh, or sneer,
“Catch me if you can – over here.”
Out of sight, out of mind playing hide and seek,
Warmer – warmer they move again - with a leer.
They love to play this mischief game,
When time is of the essence,
Deadlines loom, minutes race –
Panic in our brains - a presence.
Where do all the lost things go,
Those hiding places we forget,
Where even burglars would not look,
As we send out a wide dragnet.
Then suddenly to our surprise,
They reappear before our eyes,
Laughing at our confusion-delusion
So pleased they try to drive us crazy.
Copyright 8-28-19
Categories:
dragnet, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
I remember Grandma’s beauty
The way she’d grace her smile at me
I remember Grandma’s duty
Holding family together
I remember the old large home
A large yard with a cyclone fence
I remember no small kitties
Couldn’t afford the extra expense
I remember no TV set
To watch Dragnet or Lassie shows
I remember a radio
Latin Music she always chose
I remember the Impala
Cool 1950’s model rove
Crazy grandma behind the wheel
Had to close your eyes when she drove
I remember her kindness
Her home was your home to visit
Stacks of warm homemade tortillas,
Tamales, warm food in the skillet
I remember gradually
With small tremors, slurred speech, stiffness,
She had uncontrollable shakes
Parkinson’s disease her illness
I remember Grandma’s beauty
I remember Grandma’s kindness
I remember Grandma’s caress
I remember Grandma’s illness
Categories:
dragnet, car, food, grandmother, growing
Form:
Quatrain
Urban legends: The They
My grandmother always believed
When one watches t.v.,
there‘s an unidentified they inside
Watching you back, as they spied
in your house, on your habits, straight through your privacy
Who is this they engaging in domesticated piracy?
At first, we just discounted it like the dollar store
But the more she said it, to Orwell’s credit
I could no longer dismiss and ignore
After all, I was born in 1984
Time passed on as she passed away
But her warning of they echoed throughout the decades
Feeling nostalgic, I thought I’d watch an old classic, possibly dragnet
A Full House of Friends Mashin’ CHiPs preferred Carol Burnett
So I turned to the channel and then it happened
Somewhere in between the frequencies bounced around, lost in space,
There it was or what appeared to be they face
I quickly turned the TV off out of fear
reverberations of my grandmother’s warning began tuning my ear
I heard it loud and clear, too near it not to hear it, as the voice grew
“You think you watchin’ that TV, but they watching you!”
Written April 5th, 2017, for the Urban Legends contest sponsored by Nayda Negron
Categories:
dragnet, grandmother, internet, mystery, myth,
Form:
Free verse
Just the facts ma'am; tell the truth.
I'll...
Remove the cuffs.
Was tonight as good for you'
As...
It was for me?
Categories:
dragnet, fantasy,
Form:
Light Verse
"My name's Friday—I'm a cop,
And
Just the facts, mam!"
"That's all I need
To unspin this Webb
Did you do it and why?"
Categories:
dragnet, tribute,
Form:
Imagism
it was the afternoon of
Tuesday, Sept. 26, 1972-
I was a simple college student,
and budding musician....
I was lounging about,
recording thoughts in my journal
1:15 Pm- (imagine, if you will, and can,
the old T.V. show:Dragnet)
my phone rang...
Sgt. Friday wasn't there,
so I picked it up.....
it was an old friend, Bob B.........
"hello!" I said,
"hey Tom, I got a job for you!!!"
"oh, yeah, what??" I queried....
"Private Detective."
it seemed, from his tone, that
this was a perfectly normal
and rational request....
my gaffaw was my choice
over gagging on my soda-
it burst out of my mouth
all over the room.....
(just the facts, ma'am...just the facts!!)
now I knew he was a little strange,
and, believe me, so am I, but....
this was total insanity!!
he told me a woman where he works wanted a P.I.
to locate her child...and she was willing to pay well...
weird? Bob is insane!!!
he told her I was a private detective,
and she would be calling me shortly
to work out the specifics.....
Private Detective!!!!!
Ho, Ho, Ho!!!
Ha, Ha, Ha!!!
weirdest sh__ I'd ever heard of....
good for a laugh though
I had to tell the poor lady
my case load was already
overbooked...and just look
in the yellow pages....
I felt sorry for her, and I'd never
rip anyone off....
and so my career as a detective
was short lived....but not the
laughs it gave me for a long time.....
Categories:
dragnet, adventure, funny, work, me,
Form:
Bio
What sinister secrets
lurk within my mind,
What raging storms
grip my heart,
What malicious maelstroms
swirl in my eyes,
What demonic forces
torment my soul...
You don't wanna know!
It will only entice you
in its dreadful dragnet
And drag you through
an undead necropolis.
I thirst for the blood
And subsist on the
life essence of living creatures,
Prowling relentlessly in the
shadows of the moonlit nights
awaiting my next meal.
CROSS your heart
when you see me,
CROSS your heart now
when you read this,
I can feel you breathe
Sense your heart pounding
Smell the sweat of your fear --
So I said so in truth,
So you have been forewarned!
~06/25/2013
~Deep and Dark II contest by Laura Loo
Categories:
dragnet, death,
Form:
Verse
Behind his endless daydream, behind his boundless self-esteem, what's picking up steam?
Swines Capture Team, proceeding plans stacked ream over ream, as well as their seamless dragnet scheme.
Hush money he can pay, for impunity he can pray, Justice never looks the other way.
Futile his bark and bay, futile his bray, imminent his reckoning day.
Donald, a sham piece; dolt nerd is slammed apiece, by nemesis without ruth,
whether he flounders tooth and nail or nail and tooth.
Trump in trance, trumpery in truth, a big and bold gone goose for FBI to sleuth!
Categories:
dragnet, corruption, satire,
Form:
Rhyme
He say;
Can a man bear all his burden in a day?
While his salty sweat tastes bitter.
He swims in nightmares when he hits the hay,
And wakes up hoping his life becomes better.
She say;
What sweet-sorrow follows my child birth.
That tore me apart and made me hate the day,
It's a curse that caught me as a dragnet
And turned my youth into a tale of yesterday.
He say;
A man's life is laden in ironies
He tramples the earth but feed from therein
He works sitting, standing and on his knees
He prays for good harvest to set in.
She say;
Womanhood is tied to the heart.
And that heart she gives to that man,
To nurture and treasure like a piece of art
To keep it forever only if he can.
He say;
Will sweat ever dry from his face?
From life's hassles cometh respite?
Can he hold strong and keep his pace?
He certainly needs a hand to climb a new height.
She say;
That hand I offer to you,
Who am I when my better piece is in despair?
The heart is yours for the right thing to do,
But please don't smear it beyond repair.
Categories:
dragnet, art, perspective,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Whistleblowers
I do not want to know a thing about whatever they tell me it is tainted
by self interest and veiled threats if you do not agree with the official
politics you must be a lover of the enemy. When a leader says: Those
who are not for me are against me.” You know free speech has lost,
in your own town, because the pressure to conform is a dragnet and
if you cannot accept this simple but lethal dictum, you are doomed yet
blessed by your moral compass it is clear as the summer sky in August.
But it is hard to not follow the stream to be different and you will ask
is it worth this misery I suffer for a little bit of truth when a sweet lie
could have made your life pleasant and with many important friends.
But you know your life will not be good you betrayed yourself and
your conviction for a soft sofa and a picture in the paper.
The worst thing a man can do is to betray his own believes what he
knows to be true and losing his soul.
Categories:
dragnet, betrayal, books, evil,
Form:
Blank verse
Being a cop was a hard
job
for Joe Friday!
In Dragnet he was fair and
tough...
was he happy?
Categories:
dragnet, dedication,
Form:
Free verse
BLOOD LUST 06/25/2013
What sinister secrets
lurk within my mind,
What raging storms
grip my heart,
What malicious maelstroms
swirl in my eyes,
What demonic forces
torment my soul...
You don't wanna know!
It will only entice you
in its dreadful dragnet
And drag you through
an undead necropolis.
I thirst for the blood
And subsist on the
life essence of living creatures
Prowling relentlessly in the
shadows of the moonlit nights
Awaiting my next meal.
CROSS your heart when you see me,
CROSS your heart NOW when you read this,
For I can feel you breathe
Sense your pounding heart
Smell the sweat of your fear -
So I said so in truth,
So you have been forewarned!
* * * *
LUSTING FOR BLOOD 08/06/2014 (Revised)
What secrets lurk in my mind,
What forces torment my soul?
Secrets of some sinister kind,
Forces of evil eyes, black as coal.
I can sense your pounding heart
And smell the sweat of your fear,
Lo! I say so in truth from the start
So you are forewarned, be clear.
I thirst for blood - warm and red,
And a virgin's heart I wildly desire,
If you read any further you'll be led
down a path to the pit of fiery fire.
I cast diabolical spells with words
to lure you into a satanic ritual,
I use no knives, arrows or swords,
It's purely carnal and not spiritual.
Do not read this poem twice,
It will trigger invocation to a spirit,
And turn your warm blood into ice
And let me your soul to inherit!
"The Makeover" contest by Roy Jerden
Categories:
dragnet, death, deep,
Form:
Free verse
FabelFortySix
PrinterBlood
CharlaXFabel
A Dragnet RippOFF
DUM de DUM DUM de DUM da DUM
“SGT FrYdaY the man came in the office and eye told him to wait there is that
right?”
“That's right Bill.”
“Captain Gannon to you son.”
“The ink was red?” This was FrYdaY.
“The color was the same for blood. We think it was the Crops who done that.”
Gannon
“Crips. Its Crips not crops.” FrYdaY
“Yeah. Yeah.” Gannon
Frank Smith “it could have been the bloods it's the same thing ain’t it the red ink
supposed to look like blood see eh???”
Reminds me of the time Tillie my wife she spilled some black ink from the printer
all over my?” “What JOE what was that?”
“ just the facts Frank Tillie is a fine woman.”FrYdaY
THE MAN: “They came in two at a time.”
“How’s that” Frank said.
“Let me handle this one Frank,”FrYdaY
“What was that MAN?”
“Two Two at a time you said?”
"Just the facts ma'am"eye meant
OH SIR I’m sorry I’m so used to saying that on my investigations” FrYdaY
Colored. “How do you knoe that” ma’am
Sorry sir did it again
Sorry” FrYdaY
This is not going so well let’s start over.
Eye am Detective FrYdaY this is my partner Frank Smith.
The Captain is Bill Gannon my old Partner he carries a cannon.
“Really?” This was the man wide awake now
FrYdaY “Yes really it’s in the trunk of his patrol car the sign on the door says
LAPD Captain it's a FORD.”
Sometimes we drive down the boulevard and stick the cannon out the windows.
NO one seems to notice us
The MAN turned White and blanched.
“The printer ink was changed to red the Bloods were out of town we think it was
the crips go around and round them up” This was Gannon to Frank and Joe.
Frank was talking now “Ain’t they the ones with the blue bandanas and the
tattoos of the Gay sailors?”
“Yeah Yeah that's it” FrYdaY said.
“The Bloods have red bandanas and tattoos of Gay Marines” Frank almost
smiled.
Joe smiled it looked like a flat fish going south.
Frank and Bill both stopped at the door and smiled at Joe.
“You coming Joe?” they laughed in unison.
Episode One Printer Blood is over. Come back later for the results the finding of
the Los Angeles courts. DUM DE DUM DUM.
Categories:
dragnet, imagination, parody, people, satire,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Classic T V
William Tell, Robin Hood,
Ena Sharples in the snug,
Gibbs SR whiter teeth,
Billy Bunter getting grief,
Hawkeye, Ivanhoe,
Twelve-inch screen full of snow.
Range rider, Wagon Train,
Dragnet, the Army game,
Francis Drake pirate ships,
Seventy-seven sunset strip,
Palladium on Sunday night,
Classic shows in black and white.
Take your pick, double your money,
Arthur Haynes so very funny,
Armchair Theatre, play of the week,
Candid Camera on the street,
I Love Lucy, laugh a lot,
Say goodnight with a little white spot.
Categories:
dragnet, childhood, memory,
Form:
Rhyme