Oh, overseer of precious population
waterkeeper
'tis
wastewater
&debauchery
Mentor of well being
&human aid
our youth dying,
away with immunization
prominent denier
medicus defiance,
aegrotus, the child,
mentor what is your alliance?
even when he’s cut to pieces,
a true warrior is one who fights for a cause
he never abandons the battlefield
when injustice becomes law
resistance becomes duty
a true leader leads with strength
& compassion
this one hides & denies, lies
his soul they buy
ruling with his ancient alibies
how can you protect us
with helminths of your own,
our fate in your hands
what is this that commands?
conveyor of danger
binger of skepticism
& lost cause
begone, bygone
you are not,
food for thought
KENNEDY TRUMP NO
THE TRUMP NAME NOW MUST GO
DONALD FEELING LOW
President John Kennedy,
A very wise man was he,
He spoke about the moon
And won the election soon.
STARS ADD TO TRUMP WOES
KENNEDY CENTRE NOW CLOSE
EMBARRASSMENT GROWS
sick remedy
an unlicensed Kennedy~
my mortality
light pink suit
splatters of blood
secret service men climbing into motorcade
Dallas Texas
November 22, 1963
some of us will never be the same
November 21, 1963
He took the harmonica
from the bib pocket of his overalls
blew thru left to right, low to high
back and forth a couple times,
slapped it on his palm
like he’d tamp his cigarette,
one of those unfiltered Camels
on his dulled dented Zippo.
He blew a quick riff up the scale,
inhaled it back down,
spun his harmonica around
slapped it a couple more times,
stopped as if thinking
about what he’d play
then smile that smile he’d smile
while looking at her,
start in on The Tennessee Waltz
watching her stand up, close her eyes,
hug herself and sway.
As he played he moved to her side
wrapping his left arm around her waist,
she draped both arms on his shoulders
and they glided around the living room
in a world of their own
viewed by us six kids,
all of us grinning and smirking
and making kissy faces
watching mom and dad,
mom singing the words
motioning us all up to dance
that night we stayed up late
that night before
president Kennedy was killed.
The Kennedy Center is known to the world
For honoring those in the arts –
From Ella Fitzgerald, Count Basie, Astaire,
Whose talents top all of the charts.
Sinatra, Gene Kelly, L. Bernstein, Kazan
And Benny and Lena and Merce,
Ray Charles, Lucille Ball, Isaac Stern and George Burns,
The list both profound and diverse.
Belafonte and Ailey and Hepburn and Peck,
Gillespie and Sondheim, the Who;
Aretha and Dylan and Kander and Ebb,
Judith Jamison, Chuck Berry, too.
Baryshnikov, Quincy, Paul Simon and Cash,
Warren Beatty, James Taylor and Cher;
Tina Turner and Spielberg and Barbra and Tharp,
Yo Yo Ma, Dustin Hoffman – all there.
Al Pacino and Elton, De Niro and Streep,
Lily Tomlin, Santana and Sting;
LL Cool J and Reba and Joni, Mel Brooks,
Lionel, Dick Van Dyke, Carole King.
There are more I’ve not mentioned, but going ahead,
It is going to be quite a shock
When the Kennedy Center will honor, perhaps,
Village People or maybe Kid Rock.
Oh, I fear for this country in so many ways
And it feels we’ve been stabbed in our hearts
With the Kennedy Center now being run
By a man with no stake in the arts.
The Democrats were ready to stop you! I saw and heard them talk to you like garbage!
But here you are about to be sworn in as Secretary of Health and Human Services
I wrote a few years ago about when you were running for president it had so many reads. I wanted to thank especially all those who had the courage to sign it. Thank you. PR.
I was in high scool when your uncle was killed, it made this nation so sad.
The I watched when your father shot, I was very overcome with sadness.
For years the records were a secret and hidden.
But our new President is opening the books, we will find out why your father and your uncle will killed.
And Of course, Martin Luther King….
I though America is going down the hill…well, it was.
I think those days are all over and a peaceful return to America in the world.
We can live and learn, facing the future with God’s love and peace.
Best wisheses to Robert Kennedy!
Director of Homeland Secoritny
2/13/2o25
July 20,1969
Kennedy’s promise was fulfilled
the Eagle landed
Heroin, China white, or just smack, took him
into lost dreams and an altering of gritty reality
Chasing the dragon, didn’t seem enough
to balm a wounded psyche
Losing to lust demons
An iconic face of his late father
A boy destined to see an assassination
Shot at the hands,
of Sirhan Sirhan
Grief stricken is the neon nod, duji
the catalyst that would take his brother
Another reckless misfortune of
the scourge of addiction
Up until a river's cleansing
Washed away are the sins
Recovery that teaches humility
Opening his heart toward God
Liberating his birthright charm
and political pedigree to full shiny view
Somewhere down the crazy river
calm waters bring back a boy
we the people once new
I grew up in a beautiful country that
upheld its constitutional rules of justice,
and this generation fought for peace
to give all something to dream about;
then come along extraordinary men
whose words made them strong again!
And along came John F. Kennedy, the patriotic man,
who charmed all with looks and speech
to excite the American spirit so weak;
we listened to him, nothing was a gimmick,
what came out of his mouth was pure truth:
he lifted everybody up, but short was his lifespan!
The sad and tragic news of his death came to fret:
we grieved, we cried with his wife and children...
feeling great empathy and condemned the evil act
of a killer whose hand was quick to kill and run!
And along came John F. Kennedy to rekindle the waning fire
in the deepest hearts of Americans, he made them proud;
how sad and alone Jacqueline felt without him by her side:
she grieved him and missed his presence until she died!
One candidate will rave, lie, cheat and molest
The second seems ready to be a hospice guest
But we have a third choice
With a strong forthright voice
Half his mind is brilliant, but a worm ate the rest!
X J Kennedy ' DESCENDING A STAIRCASE'
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Anti-Poem – “Respirations In Blue”
the mother cooks food on the old gas range
wearing a blue dress she boils five potatoes
husband fred wears a red sweater smoking
pall mall non-filters that spew and respirate
he stands with beaded ashtray and blue tie
listening to LA radio the tune-dex the top 50
he wonders if she needs help with the mashing
a white radio atop the fridge respirates softly
sweeping them into the pillow rooms of blue time
the mother alive again though buried in a grave
cooks food for fred again watching jack latham
wondering if kennedy will speak soon on the tv
secretly wishing for ten minutes alone with him
her white pillbox hat sitting sullen on a dresser
husband fred draws in another hit and exhales
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