Best Shows Poems
I wrote this poetic monologue when I was seventeen years old. It was
part of a play I wrote and directed. It was published in a theatre anthology
used in High Schools as a text book. The writing is not polished but the intent
is heartfelt and I believe still relevant.
Young Man: So they wanted to send me to a special school,see. Cause I
wasn't as smart as the other kids. It wasn't that I was retarded or nothin' like
that. I was just slower at learning than they were and my english wasn't so
hot either,I mean you know the way I talk.
Well I wasn't as smart as the other kids but I didn't want to go to no special
school neither.No sir. So I begged the principle of the school to stay you
know, "I got just as many thoughts as them other kids," I said "I just can't
say them as well"
I begged alright... but he wasn't going to change his mind. And I didn't go to
that special school, no sir. I had too much pride for that,no sir.
The kids and the teachers they used to make fun of me, they thought I didn't
know but I knew. I use to go home crying and cursing god for not makin' me
as smart as the other kids. But I don't cry no more and I don't curse god
neither 'cause I found out something those kids and teachers may never find
out.
Fancy words and fancy thoughts don't mean a thing 'cause those kids and
teachers they've forgotten all about the feeling of love.
Love... yeah that's about the fanciest word I know, and you know I wish I
could teach those kids and teachers about love, but I was slow in learning
about school they're slow in learning about love.
Hey you know maybe we should send 'em to a special school!
straight is truth’s road
love downloading
an ode to soul
14-May-2023
A large toothy Chinese dragon spirits me away.
To lively San Francisco street with paper lanterns.
Trinkets of all shapes and forms. Smells wafting in
Reminding me of Sweet and Sour Chicken and Pepper Beef.
My mouth waters in anticipation of my next meal here.
A dragon! A child’s shrill voice screams. An old woman smiles.
I realize then it has not been my imagination. I grin at the old
Woman, before I realize it is my reflection in a storefront window.
Alcohol, drugs, and lies
some of them die
slaves to the stage
fans filled with rage
our favorites just say goodbye
Bill Breen saw only movies that were clean
about any other kind he wasn't keen.
But a problem arose
for as everyone knows
such movies today have abandoned the screen.
A gift from a stranger, his name is Reefer;
we know right away that he's a keeper.
We re-name him Rugby so as not to confuse;
his condition suggests that he's been abused.
Anticipating a squabble, we bring in the cat;
he sprawls and yawns, refused to combat.
He never barks, he doesn't bite or growl;
until the cat decides to eat from his bowl.
Rugby walks behind her, emits one deep Woof;
Tricia jumps straight up, leaves with no reproof.
They co-exist peacefully, eat with never a tiff;
they need no policing, if you catch my drift.
A is for Alf alien life form
B is for Bay Watch women with form
C is for Cops reality’s top show
D is for Dear John a real funny show
E is for Emergency the Adam-12 off fireman drama
F is for F-Troop mom Larry Stork gave laughter to Mama.
G is for Gilligan’s Island much more than a three hour tour
H is for Hot L Baltimore which ran with any cure
I is for I Love Lucy a Lucile ball classic
J is for Johnny Bravo makes me sick
K is for Knight Rider a talking car
L is for Land of The Lost they went far
M is for MASH funny with sadness
N is for Nancy Drew solved crimes with gladness
O is for Office a Scranton’s favorite
P is for Police Story to me it was so right
Q is for Quincy another Klugman’s best
R is for Room 222 when it was on I’ll rest
S is for Starsky and Hutch cop show full of action
T is for Today’s FBI modern with satisfaction
U is for Ultra Man fighting monsters I was loving it
V is for V another alien invasion which I seen it
W is for Walking Tall Buford Pusser made this more than another cop show
X is for X-men a Saturday morning cartoon Wolverine is my hero
Y is for Young and the Restless never watched this soap
Z is for Zoom was a PBS show guess it ran out of rope
Remorse
hearts contritions
often promote healing
of ones soulful woes -- if you fake
it shows
GOD SHOWS NO PARTIALITY
God shows no partiality,
His ways are right and just,
with boundless liberality,
in Him whom we put trust.
Rich in mercy and grace,
pursue Christ Jesus’ face,
His tender palm embrace.
Ancient of Days’ morality—
God shows no partiality.
10/21/2021
Quietus October 2021
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
Rhymezone and HMS
Classic custom old school car clubs
Sixty-six Ford LTD was “Dave’s Dream”
Personal plaques flash firme
Bajito rolling ranfla street scene
Carnal cruises slow style
Hoppin hydraulics make bombs bounce
To timeless oldies music mesh
Savvied since nineteen fifty-five
Cars converted for their cruising comfort
It’s inches Lowrider’s lowered from the dirt
Pavements, personalized cultural classic rides
Masterpiece Mexican American automobile’s
Chevy’s chèvere and Malibu’s mint
Official older car creators
Alliterisen
Carnal—by blood
Firme—firm
Bajito—low
Ranfla—A lowrider (car)
sun shows up morning
like face of a little dog
brushing yellow sky
I want to stay
slim, I say it
but stray and eat,
It's a treat to
give fete to my
taste bud's cry, I
can't lie this Love.
29-Nov-2020
Than-Bauk Me Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: charles messina
Form used as below
O. O. O. a
O. O. a. O
O. a. O. b
O. O. b. O
O. b. O. c
O. O. c. O
O. c. O. d
Environmental
and atmosphere along with
Aquarium shows
nectar gathered by buzzing bees
cherry blossoms like popcorn trees
busy eyes suntan bikini pose
love breeze flows Spring shows
lovers move fast moments stall
chasing breath country clocks crawl
He may have been a rogue, but boy he had charisma
Liked by many he was, even with a feather in his hair
From job to job he, never heeding his tomorrows day
Simply didn't give a damn, let them stand and stare
Then came that fateful day, when he tried to shimmy down
Carrying his swag in his rucksack bag he fell to the ground
Crystalline carpet he landed, within seconds he was gone
Uknown to him below the snow, shard of glass he fell upon
Scattered in sporadic fashion, his swag dotted all around
A facsimile, a quartz wall clock, still with tick tocking sound
The Officer whom found him all glittering covered in snow
In monochromatic decline, no longer his shadow shows
Standing at the Church we are, blanket of snow still lies
In huddle for our Mr Smith, his labyrinth of paths sleep
In comfort we now accept, that to Heavens gate he'll go
His song now plays 'While My Guitar Gently Weeps'
His friends he calls his shower, bearing his coffin high
Below this Winters Lunar, our spirits for he, never dies.
Another wee challenge to write something using the following -
Blanket, charisma, monochromatic, feather, crystalline, facsimile,
shard, quartz, glittering, comfort, shimmy, shower, gate, song,
Smith, huddle, labyrinth, spirits, lunar & coffin.