Calabrese Joey the Clown
or Sammy the Bull either
way doing hits for the mob
attacking disabled mothers
for sport truly arriving at
the conclusion of where
to bury Anthony Ant and
his brother moving over
boundaries of Jamaican
snatch pulling home
invasions carried out
through the malice of
my wearing wires pregnant
for the Fbi buying weapons
and drugs from junk sick
African American officers
the twisted balance sings
me lullabies while I can still
hear my fetus heart beat
not fearing any man hence
I am not fearing you bully
Categories:
calabrese, allah,
Form: Hamd
Joe was waiting, a'biden his time he needed
A vegetable? well almost' He was checking out
Different kinds, a man name of 'guido calabrese'
Looked a good option? if you please '
A blue ribbon judgement, to be offered to him
To get Hunter in Yale, he would have to sin!
All evidence would be kept safe, so to say'
The right combination, then hold and sway !
When it was sorted, all said and done.
Though hunter raised hell' he was his son!
Yes he snorted and courted, disaster; angst'
Yet their master was not to be stood up against
On the horns of dilemmas, opportunitys grew'
joe had ridden so many, more than he knew.
Oh so useful to have emergencies near
You could control coerce, instilling fear!
Division was sweet.! Indeed it was key
Just hold all the cards, and he'd stay
Scott tree !
Needs just must when the devil does drive
Categories:
calabrese, america, appreciation, betrayal, corruption,
Form: Rhyme
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Categories:
calabrese, addiction, career, drink, drug,
Form: Bio
The Spoils
A long battle fought hard and lost
The spoils of war to the beaten
An eternity in heaven
To those left behind
Emptiness and solace
A lifetime of memories
George Calabrese
Categories:
calabrese, bereavement, cancer, death, loss,
Form: Free verse
In Flanders Fields
The story goes
The poppies grow
Between the rows
The soldiers
Some tall, some short
Lay at peace
Their families come
Reflect and leave
Today the combatants
Row on row
Wait their turn
Some tall, some bald
Their loved ones
By their side
The news today
Another poke
Another wait
Another hope
This battle seems unending
But everyone is resolute
Although some fall
They fall far less
The suffering though
There none the less
Years from now
As research grows
Some things will change
Some things will not
Lest we forget
George Calabrese
July 7, 2012
Categories:
calabrese, cancer, courage, endurance, remembrance
Form: Free verse