she reads the day's news
and learns of her new sadness~
notice of his death
Note: inspired by "The Gun", Dragnet, season 1 episode 15, April 27, 1967
droll dragon’s drastic dragnet drizzles droopily
dreaming drones drudge dripping drops of drizzle
dredging and drenching dragon’s drastic dragnet
droll dromedary drives drooping dragnet’s drums
Do you recall?
Felix the cat,
Or Taxi and Kojak.
Fantasy Island and
Starsky and Hutch.
Monty Python and
The Brady bunch.
Saturday cartoons and
Mission impossible.
Batman and The Streets
of San Francisco.
Cling and Clang on H R
Puff n stuff.
All in the family and
Eight is enough.
The Osmonds and
Sonny and Cher.
Quickdraw Mc Draw and
Yogi Bear.
Josie and the Pussycats
And the jetsons.
Green acres and
Petticoat junction.
Mel's Diner and
Dick van dyke.
Columbo and
McMillan and wife.
Police woman and
Hawaii 5.0.
Soul Train and
the Cosby show.
Underdog and
Scooby doo.
Dragnet and
Kung fu.
Dr Marcus Welby
M.D.
A radio station named
WKRP.
Chips and
Quincy M.E.
Flip Wilson and
The Partridge family.
Sweat hogs on welcome
Back Kotter.
The Hulk, and the
Courtship of Eddie's father.
The facts of life and
Bob Newhart.
Chico and the man and
Get smart.
Nova and the Rockford
Files.
Dallas and love American
Style.
Turbo1904?
Had Heard Church Comment Horn Haiku
had heard church comment
commandments contained in cement
we always knew what they meant
stop Southern accent
all your sins admit
Bible for a beatnik
prepare for advent
go to church should be hell bent
spent down to last cent
to comment commit
what for them is convenient
live in a convent
in plate do put more that a dent
Prayer Book will always fit
priest good looking gent
in Priest's eyes had glint
need to have a hint hint
Superman is Clark Kent
understand our intent
performance be at peak
be sure to repent
salvation you should seek
short time contained in a stint
all your money have spent
on leg can see splint
will live in a tent
be sure sanctuary to vent
wonder where they went
live in a cold tent
not being a bum or dumb
you should start writing some
poems which play a drum
poems that wash away the scum
about each poem may be mum
write poems chewing gum
prepare poems which have a hum
know where they are from.
dumb da dumb dumb dum
Dragnet did see some
We had Gumby
and Pokey,
And Sanford & Son.
We had Mark Spitz,
And Monty Python.
We had Lenny Bruce,
And Chips.
We had the Sex Pistols,
And A Ballroom Blitz.
We had Martin Scorsese,
And Happy Days.
We had the
Stepford Wives,
And Roe VS Wade.
We had What's up Doc,
and the Rockford files.
We had Gay Pride Parade,
and I can see for miles.
We had Women's Lib,
And Emergency.
We had One Flew Over
The Cuckoo's Nest,
And Mohamed Ali.
We had A Star is Born,
And little Chinatown.
We had Jesus
Christ Superstar,
And Foxy Brown.
We had the VCR
And Adam-12.
We had White Lightning,
and Josey Wales.
We had the Gay
Rights movement,
And Dragnet.
We had the Deer Hunter,
and Stanley Kubrick.
We had the Iran hostage crisis,
and a Six-million-dollar man.
We had Carnal Knowledge,
And The Stand.
We had the
Mississippi Queen
And Tony Orlando.
We had Abba singing
about Fernando.
We had Mick Jagger,
And John Wayne.
We had Rare Earth,
And Fire and Rain.
Turbo1904 ?
Waking-up with bird chirps and meow of my pet
Midst-summer heat I found the green carpet grass wet
Diamond dust dew drops were seen so serenely set
Gleaming! Glistening! Could these frail ones live long, yet?
Isn't their very birth for them, here on earth, a threat?
The morning sun wiped them clean as though drops of sweat
The rose, waving in the gentle breeze, seems to bet
A contest, with a plume looking like an aigrette,
The little spider entwining these with his net
Was pecked by a multi-colored hungry barbet
Was the huge vulture that caught the little kinglet
Ever feeling, for his rudeness, any regret...?
Parrots and love birds in cages with no outlet
Schools of fish in ponds and lakes caught in the dragnet
Crabs and snails escaping the back-flowing wavelet
Human beings roaming with the murder mindset
No animal or bird I could see free of fret
Each being seemed to enjoy the existence, yet...!
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Waking-up with bird chirps and meow of my pet
Midst-summer heat I found the green carpet grass wet
Diamond dust dew drops were seen so serenely set
Gleaming! Glistening! Could these frail ones live long, yet?
Isn't their very birth for them, here on earth, a threat?
The morning sun wiped them clean as though drops of sweat
The rose, waving in the gentle breeze, seems to bet
A contest, with a plume looking like an aigrette,
The little spider entwining these with his net
Was pecked by a multi-colored hungry barbet
Was the huge vulture that caught the little kinglet
Ever feeling, for his rudeness, any regret...?
Parrots and love birds in cages with no outlet
Schools of fish in ponds and lakes caught in the dragnet
Crabs and snails escaping the back-flowing wavelet
Human beings roaming with the murder mindset
No animal or bird I could see free of fret
Each being seemed to enjoy the existence, yet...!
06 May 2023
Writing Challenge - 'Y 'Words - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
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Syllables Checked At: How Many Syllables
Desire and aversion at play
Opposing poles of a magnet
Duality thus, does hold sway
Confining is in this dragnet
Thoughts fickle, due to attachment
Desire and aversion at play
Unless we rest in contentment
We’ll oscillate each night and day
Our fears make blue skies appear grey
Life thus lived out in delusion
Desire and aversion at play
Plunging our mind in confusion
Once thought flow ends, our ego dies
Erst fears and desires chased away
Bliss throbs take our soul to new highs
Desire and aversion at play
09-February-2022
I
Praying for peaceful stewardship of our planet
Praying for exposing the evil police dragnet
II
Police instead your stewardship of the planet
Plant not police where stewards ought to be at
III
Yet the year is pregnant, wild with birthpangs
Help God decide where Hell and Heaven hangs
Things Grow Legs
Sometimes, I swear, things grow legs
Recipes, scissors, car keys in place
But when I look they move away
To floors, newspaper piles – hiding spaces.
We almost hear them laugh, or sneer,
“Catch me if you can – over here.”
Out of sight, out of mind playing hide and seek,
Warmer – warmer they move again - with a leer.
They love to play this mischief game,
When time is of the essence,
Deadlines loom, minutes race –
Panic in our brains - a presence.
Where do all the lost things go,
Those hiding places we forget,
Where even burglars would not look,
As we send out a wide dragnet.
Then suddenly to our surprise,
They reappear before our eyes,
Laughing at our confusion-delusion
So pleased they try to drive us crazy.
Copyright 8-28-19
Classic T V
William Tell, Robin Hood,
Ena Sharples in the snug,
Gibbs SR whiter teeth,
Billy Bunter getting grief,
Hawkeye, Ivanhoe,
Twelve-inch screen full of snow.
Range rider, Wagon Train,
Dragnet, the Army game,
Francis Drake pirate ships,
Seventy-seven sunset strip,
Palladium on Sunday night,
Classic shows in black and white.
Take your pick, double your money,
Arthur Haynes so very funny,
Armchair Theatre, play of the week,
Candid Camera on the street,
I Love Lucy, laugh a lot,
Say goodnight with a little white spot.
Behind his endless daydream, behind his boundless self-esteem, what's picking up steam?
Swines Capture Team, proceeding plans stacked ream over ream, as well as their seamless dragnet scheme.
Hush money he can pay, for impunity he can pray, Justice never looks the other way.
Futile his bark and bay, futile his bray, imminent his reckoning day.
Donald, a sham piece; dolt nerd is slammed apiece, by nemesis without ruth,
whether he flounders tooth and nail or nail and tooth.
Trump in trance, trumpery in truth, a big and bold gone goose for FBI to sleuth!
I remember Grandma’s beauty
The way she’d grace her smile at me
I remember Grandma’s duty
Holding family together
I remember the old large home
A large yard with a cyclone fence
I remember no small kitties
Couldn’t afford the extra expense
I remember no TV set
To watch Dragnet or Lassie shows
I remember a radio
Latin Music she always chose
I remember the Impala
Cool 1950’s model rove
Crazy grandma behind the wheel
Had to close your eyes when she drove
I remember her kindness
Her home was your home to visit
Stacks of warm homemade tortillas,
Tamales, warm food in the skillet
I remember gradually
With small tremors, slurred speech, stiffness,
She had uncontrollable shakes
Parkinson’s disease her illness
I remember Grandma’s beauty
I remember Grandma’s kindness
I remember Grandma’s caress
I remember Grandma’s illness
Trump Te Trump Trump
If you remember Jack Webb and Dragnet
you will easily be able to identify with this
poem.
Through water they dragged a net
And it eventually became all wet
Even though tide may be ebb
Trump weaved us into his weird web
No wonder everyone is so upset.
Jim Horn
He say;
Can a man bear all his burden in a day?
While his salty sweat tastes bitter.
He swims in nightmares when he hits the hay,
And wakes up hoping his life becomes better.
She say;
What sweet-sorrow follows my child birth.
That tore me apart and made me hate the day,
It's a curse that caught me as a dragnet
And turned my youth into a tale of yesterday.
He say;
A man's life is laden in ironies
He tramples the earth but feed from therein
He works sitting, standing and on his knees
He prays for good harvest to set in.
She say;
Womanhood is tied to the heart.
And that heart she gives to that man,
To nurture and treasure like a piece of art
To keep it forever only if he can.
He say;
Will sweat ever dry from his face?
From life's hassles cometh respite?
Can he hold strong and keep his pace?
He certainly needs a hand to climb a new height.
She say;
That hand I offer to you,
Who am I when my better piece is in despair?
The heart is yours for the right thing to do,
But please don't smear it beyond repair.
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