Best Syndication Poems

Once Jessica Lynch of states army division
The sweet young soldier girl of twenty one
Served in Iraq invasion
Never fired her weapon
Honored  first prisoner of war woman.

Wounded with bullets and in tension 
The doctors paid her full attention
Knife wounds bullet none
Only some bones broken
Fake “rescue” shown...

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From Seventy-two to Eighty-three,
I took a rest from reality
To watch these doctors laugh and cry.
(And some of them would even die.)

It was a story of Korean War
Which had ended twenty years before,
But Vietnam War was in full force
And we were all involved of course.

The horrors...

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THE GALLERY


Another day goes by, outside influence on the outcome
Tearing the heartstring in two
And in my mind, strange topics pop up again
Without your love in my life
I don’t know what I would do…

On the home front on my own it seems I’m alone
To pick up...

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Friction
Dereliction
Tattoo addiction

Drones
Bunk loans
"You're fired" immune deficiency syndrome

Boatloads
Troll roads
Hipster mustachioed

Deadlock
Rhetoric squawk
Locker room talk

Medication
Gene mutation
Social syndication

Accuse
Right to choose
Hashtag abuse

Getting fatter
Online chatter
whose lives matter?

Political turbidity
Global humidity
Pokemon stupidity

Going viral
Vinyl revival
Fallen idyll...

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This may cause horror or consternation
Or spark your deep imagination
It may be met with fascination –
I’d be honored to die by assassination
 
Ghandi, Kennedy, Martin Luther King
Lincoln and John Lennon, ‘tis of Thee I sing
 
I want my life to be the difference
That helps us...

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Such an ideal is the syndication of cynicism.
For in this indictment of others, they can do anything,
but they cannot escape the uncaring.
Such an ideal is sagaciously inept at showing.
For they walk throughout every day with the sun blinding,
but they cannot escape the heat bearing down...

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(continued from part 1)

But we’re all witnesses here, 
Right from the very start,
Veiled from conception,
Driven by Heart.
Dieu vivant grâce à vous et à moi, 

You ever think to wonder,
Who it is that smells the rain,
Or really hears the thunder?
Take for a moment,
Whose wings we’re under,
Witnessing...

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Jack and Oliver were identical twins,
born way out there in Nebraska’s Sand Hills,
from the beginning everybody said Jack
was possessed of a remarkable will.

They said his small town would not contain him,
the country life was too small and too spare,
Jack would make a splash wherever he...

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A family lived in a little row house in Queens.
When we saw them each week, there were numerous funny scenes.
The household head was adamantly opinionated.
This loading dock foreman was grossly undereducated.
His wife Edith was unassuming and subservient.
She and daughter Gloria witnessed many an event.
In the...

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Whatever happened to the true art of practicing forgiveness? There seems to be a zero tolerance towards making human mistakes even after the guilty party says they are sorry. They lose their Hallmark television series, "Garage Door Mystery's. "And they lose twenty of their Cross...

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It happened to be several decades ago,
when Goodson and Todman came up with a game show.
Two imposters appeared with someone who was real.
An interesting story one contestant would reveal.
Four panelists attempted to guess the storyteller’s identity.
They had to distinguish the truth from mendacity.
The three contestants...

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People often ask me about my favorite poet
Let's see if you can guess
He's nothing like the coventional ones
Or even, any of the rest

Everyone who saw him knew his name
For he said it a million times
I laughed everytime he opened his mouth
For he'd always speak in...

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A cop a fireman or a doctor the novice writer tried.
Been done someone countered quickly, and way too much gore.
Look at what people watch the  confident writer replied.
It would have to will last a hundred episodes or more.

What about an action film?  The...

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Dear unanswerable creator.
Oh, merciful and carelessly brutal lord.
We are alive for a moment.
We have our pleasures and despairs.
We seem but episodes in a series.
A question whispered, like gentle breathing:
Do our frolics play on in astral syndication
or are we recycled into cosmic dust?...

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Au revoir oh perilous freedom...

Since pledging my troth
to the missus July 25th, 1996
after the comma error
punctuated mein kampf with disequilibrium.

Ever since the notions
of life, liberty and pursuit of happiness
coalesced within the mindscape
attributed to one
or more anonymous forebears
way before the advent of civilization
when written language preserved
(homo...

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