Best Springfield Poems
In the one skip of light fantastic
Stands the butler dressed in black plastic,
Then from under the kitchen table
Crawls the sister who's near disabled;
Watches brother run with his cohorts
While his hands are shoved into white shorts.
Then appearing out on the pavement,
Near the old shop that sells engagements,
Are the dancers caught in slow motion;
They've run out of elixir lotion.
Music's blaring but no one's singing,
They're fearful of what autumn’s bringing.
When the words came down from the Heavens
They'd gambled on sixes and sevens.
O'er the ramparts was hung the traitor
While the cannons shot down the sailor.
The high priestess opened the prisons
And erased all soothsayers’ visions.
On the morning of the night after
There's no joker spreading his laughter;
No ships sailing that carry Norsemen;
Just the echoes from the Four Horsemen.
Now the preachers have turned to fasting
As they wait for the everlasting.
Little sister's running for freedom,
Heard the Horsemen as well as seen 'em.
Brother's standing with hands in pockets
While he's watching ten thousand rockets.
In a short time it'll be revealed . . .
Armageddon’s coming to Springfield.
Citing cats some immigrants ate
Was his weirdest part of debate
While this barbecue
Could ignite a few
It won't make America great
He's mired with the syndrome Tourette's
The point he should make--Trump forgets!
Supporters have pain
That his tired dead brain
Is consumed by those eating pets
I ADORED THIS INAUGURATION OBAMA AND MICHELLE THAT DANCE YES WE HAD JOHN MC CAIN HILLARY CLINTON AND BARACK I WAS TORN BY THE GAZA STRIP GEORGIAN THE SHEER HORRID TIMES AS I GAVE MY VITE PROUDLY AWAY FROM MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND I ALLOWED HIS MISTRESS JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY TO CONTINUE PERPUTRATING FRAUD AGAINST IMPERSONATING ME AS HIS WIFE THIS RESULTED IN MY HAVING NO OTHER OPTION EXCEPT USING MY MAIDEN NAME ALONG WITH MY MARRIED NAME THIS STOP MY IMPOSTER FROM COMMITTING VOTERS FRAUD WHEN I GAVE MY AMERICAN VOTE FREE FROM THE VITERS FRAUD IF A JAMAICAN DEALERS COMMITTING IDENTITY FRAUD AGAINST ME THERE I WAS PLACING MY VOTE FINALLY RELIEF STIMULUS PACKAGE FROM GEORGE BUSH LEAVING ON AIR FORCE ONE AND THAT DANCE LET'S STAY TOGETHER I VOTED HAPPY TIMES WHEN MY IDENTITY WAS ALL MINE NOT THE IMPOSTER SLEEPING WITH MY ABUSIVE HUSBAND BULLYING IMPERSONATING ME GID ONKY KNOWS WHAT SHE REALLY WAS CAPABLE OF BY GODS GRACE I VOTED THAT YEAR GOD BLESS AMERICA STOP IMMIGRANT JAMAICAN DEALERS FROM IMPERSONATING AMERICANS 1969 CIVIL RIGHTS FIELD TRIP SINGING CIVIL RIGHTS HYMNS ABRAHAM LINCOLNS HOMES I WAS IN FIRST GRADE JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY JAMAICAN DEALERS WASN'T EVEN BORN BUT SHE ACTUALLY TRIED TO IMPERSONATE ME IN 1969 SHE READ PIECES OF MY AUTOBIOGRAPHY AS I WROTE ABOUT MY FIRST GRADE CIVIL RIGHTS FIELD TRIP TO SPRINGFIELD ILLINOIS ABRAHAM LINCOLN HOME SHE BECAME MY ABUSIVE HUSBAND SPOUSE IMPERSONATING ME AS I WENT BACK TO MY MAIDEN NAME GOD BLESS AMERICA LET'S STAY TOGETHER LOVING YOU RATHER TIMES ARE GOOD OR BAD HAPPY OR SAD POLITICAL LEADERS DANCE WHAT A BLESSING ANTHONY AND YOLANDA CATHOLIC WAR VETERANS GOD BLESS AMERICA
The street lights blink yellow and red,
No traffic to stop,
Cars are parked,
Shops are closed,
All is quiet,
All is still.
The wind sweet and warm,
Conceals all the unsatisfied desires,
The pain, the sadness,
And infuses hope
In the new day awaiting.
The moon, the trees,
The sound of sleep in the air,
The dark sky, the presence of God
And my loud thoughts,
Sit with me on my drive on Springfield Avenue.
As I drive,
Images of what I know:
My parents’ unexpected hug,
Toffee, chocolate pudding,
The smell of grass just cut,
The swings, the fireworks,
My grandmother’s stories,
Of an Italian blue sky;
My aunt’s lost love,
My father’s dreams,
Me at 9 on that plane
To a different life.
My first crush,
The day in that church
When I said yes
But felt no;
Me at 26 on a plane again
to a new life.
My first love,
The greatness of it,
The pain of having to
Leave it behind.
Images of my cousin,
Standing at the alter,
His love in her eyes,
And on her brother’s face,
My grandfather’s smile.
I drive, drive, and drive;
Drive away from the angst inside,
Drive hoping for more images,
Drive away from all these images,
Drive to remember, drive to forget.
1969 MY FIRST GRADE FIELD TRIP TO ABRAHAM LINCOLN HOME SPRINGFIELD ILLINOIS TOMB MY FIRST GRADE CLASS CHIOR WAS INVITED TO SING CIVIL RIGHTS HYMNS MARIAN ANDERSEN HYMNS SOMETIMES I FEEL LIKE A MOTHERLESS CHILD THIS WAS AFTER MARTIN LUTHER KING ASSASSINATION SADLY MY IMPOSTER JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY MY STALKER MY IDENTITY ATTEMPTED TO IMPERSONATE ME AFTER BREAKING IN MY HOME FOR GARGANO EXPOSED TO PARTS OF MY MENTAL HEALTH JOURNAL GROWING IN CHICAGO DURING CIVIL RIGHTS RIOTS FIRST GRADE MY IMPOSTER WAS ACTUALLY BORN IN 1969 I WAS IN FIRST GRADE SINGING MY HEART OUT FOR FREEDOM IN AMERICA NO WAY A JAMAICAN STALKER COULD POSSIBLY BE ME I WAS SHOCKED AT HER GAUL HER OBSESSIONAL HATRED RAGE FOR ME AS A WRITER THIS BEGAN HER IMPERSONATING ME