Best Staffed Poems

I have caressed
in coffin draped hugs
those who defended me,
hung limply as taps
and tears flowed
across generations.
Known the thrill
of fireworks and jubilation
rose, full faced,
in sundrenched
wind starched glory.
Wept in “half staffed” darkened loneliness
as horse drawn carriages
moved through silenced crowds.
I am neither a cause
nor a solution
but a symbol
of our...

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Let me tell you a sad story, a true story . . .

     In another time, under the dictatorship of Adolf Hitler and the Nazi
Party, millions deemed undesirable were murdered, including children,
imprisoned in Nazi concentration camps and extermination camps or were
shot,...

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The world in 100 years ... Oh, perish the thought
 
 
Former President, Ronald Dump,  who was cryogenically frozen following his assassination after winning the ‘No Bull’ Peace Prize in December 2018, has been successfully defrosted.
  
Ronald Dump recently defeated his son, former...

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The night of the living dead is coming…
Take heed and lock your doors
The witch trains blow the whistles
As they leave the devils jaws.

He strikes the boilers on this night
He lets the witches catch his prey.
They dress as zombie’s ghouls and ghosts
But they are here to...

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Go out and get it we told them
And I have seen mothers wringing leaves for tears of tea
I have seen fathers striking stone
And cursing the prophecy of water from the rock
And I have seen them day after day like sheep
Staffed and rodded into an obedient...

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You respond to the call twenty-four hours a day,
you lock up criminals, showing them crime doesn’t pay.
You make our communities and neighborhoods safer,
our chances to live peacefully are a whole lot greater.
You risk your life by simply wearing your uniform,
but risking your life daily is...

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Let me tell you a sad story, a true story . . . 

Maybe some of my facts are not exactly right on,
maybe some of my dates are off, but the story is true.


In another time under the dictatorship of Adolf Hitler and the...

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Love Came Down


Of Royalty on Angels arms,
visit the maid in sweet embrace.
Silent, peace, nestled, warm,
prepared the way for lifelong grace.

Of Crystal night, moon filled sky
star lit paths of shepherd feet.
As they watched they wondered why
staffed with whispers for their sheep.

Of learned Wise Men rich with...

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No Matter The Floor You Pass Out On

I awake as any other madman slash poet.
Apon the floor  naked  pizza box for pillow a members only jacket for a blanket.
yes the libary sure has changed over the years.

less and less people were reading buggets...

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In the ultimate I ponder and resonates
Sporadic melancholy treading thoughts
Void pneumatic aspirations that perspire in nothingness
The peripheral space spurts erratic waves 
Spewed fantasy and ejaculates conglomeration

Palpitation of erroneous premature baby
That which is not flushed down is a street arching
Vivid escapades flowed sluggish and sticky
Unwinding terrestrial...

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parting the Med
{for refugees and exiles}

the accounts passed down 
through the mouth and page
no refuge for the refugees
on the angry world's stage

staffed "saviors" Kalashnikovs
met on moonlit secret rendezvous 
refuge unknown where or what of
dangers abound like Mogadishu

fear rises as horizon glistens
below thin moon and cirrus...

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Had Been Blind To the Fact

He flew for a long way after taking wing,
To find a school so he could learn to sing;
When he did we all laughed and laughed
Heard him say the class was over-staffed
Were blind to fact pupils forgot to bring.

What other things...

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ENGLAND

England is a changing country
Not the place I left  thirty five years ago.
Oh yes, they still have Ann Hathaway’s Cottage,  
And  Buckingham Palace, and even fish-and-chips.
But it’s all dressed up in theme-park clothes, 
And staffed by people speaking only  Serbian,
Or Bengali,...

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TARNISHED REFLECTIONS

At the age of twenty, after enlisting in the U.S. Air Force, I took my first alcohol based drink.  It was a Tom Collins, generally considered a ladies drink.  I soon began trying other drinks . . . . Rum and Coke,...

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An English pub’s a perfect place
To sip an IPA.
Its cozy vibes can warm you
On a windy wintry day.

I do not live in England
But Manhattan’s where you’ll find
Whatever type of restaurant
Or bar you have in mind.

And that is why I found myself
Indulging in a draft
Inside a...

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