Sitting on the front porch in the evening shade,
strumming on a flattop guitar that was made
to play along with a country song
about a sad heart who was done wrong.
Old Shep beats his tail to the tune,
enjoying the breeze and the croon
of the melodic voice which fills the air,
encouraging the birds to sing with flair.
Friendly neighbors stop by to listen with glee
to the one-man show which is free,
there isn't anything he can't play,
taking all requests on any day.
Favorites are heard and the group is a part
of the dusk-like entertainment considered art,
joining together with voices raised up high,
taking a walk down memory lane with a sigh.
Sitting on the front porch in the evening shade
is a summertime thought that will not fade,
singing along with the guitar,
making sounds in unison near and far.
Categories:
flattop, music,
Form: Rhyme
You tore a hole in my heart my dear old Dad
when you left and went away
The dreaded disease you bravely battled
refused to let you stay
The calls home now are not the same
your voice I cannot hear
However sometimes, I sense that you’re there
and standing very near
I picture your haircut, that timeless flattop
colored in wisdom’s grey
Your beautiful smile and those calloused old hands
gently pointing the way
I see your blue eyes so filled with love
and wonder when they turn my way
What do you see way down the road
and what are they trying to say?
Your words I hear as clear as a bell
though inaudible in my ear
I think of the things you would have said
when helping my path to steer
Dad, you’re gone yet you’re always right here
I carry you in my heart
Somewhere down the road we’ll join up again
when we never have to part
Categories:
flattop, dad, death,
Form: Rhyme
I'm a cop and my name is Dick Tracy.
A lot of cops are corrupt but not me.
I can't be bought just like Eliot Ness.
Because of crime, this city is a mess.
A Crime Lord runs this town and his name is Big Boy Caprice.
While he's operating, there will be no peace.
Some times I fight criminals with my fists and some times I use guns.
This town will be safe for people to live in when my job is done.
Yesterday I got in a shoot out and I killed Pruneface and Flattop.
Taking those two down means that a few of the crimes will stop.
Two months ago I brought down 88 Keys and The Blank.
Citizens are grateful for what I do, they all say thanks.
I have a wonderful family and that makes me blessed.
I have a boy named Junior and a wife named Tess.
I wear a 2-Way Wrist TV that allows me to communicate with other officers.
When I bring Big Boy to justice, the streets will be safe again, that's for sure.
(This poem is based on the comic strip that was created by Chester Gould.)
Categories:
flattop, city, corruption, family, violence,
Form: Rhyme
It's time for my great NAVY to ashore,
in dandelion summer rest in peace,
forgetting anchor in the bog - to soar,
or rust neglected in the glitch, at least.
It's time to realize what you have meant
by saying that you ought to make it hurt.
And, purely clear in this fair intent,
you have wound up treating me like dirt.
You're still completely sure in your rave
that life has been arranged in that way,
that if you want here something to be saved
than it shall be destroyed right away.
Our times.. for thirteen crazy rainy springs
to thoroughly forget them I have sworn.
Just stop impersonating in my dreams
All dreads and sorrows, binded up with thorn.
I wish that each my flattop had own wings.
I wish that all my fighters were shot down
and drowned in grace, defying misty winds.
I wonder.. will you lose your stainless crown?
1/06/2014
NikA
Categories:
flattop, conflict, emotions, feelings, hurt,
Form: Verse