Long 1984 Poems
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We attended a retirement party or a friend who won’t be teaching anymore.
He’s been teaching at the same school…since 1984.
We sat in the back and watched the people sharing laughter…sharing tears
with the man who has been changing lives for the last 35 years.
I watched him hug one person after another…I watched as other hands he clutched
and I thought here is a room full of people whose lives this man has touched..
I have no proof to back this up…but in my heart I believe it’s true
whenever a person touches your heart…a piece of that person stays with you.
When compassion, generosity and kindness between two people are exchanged
though they may not realize it at the time…both of them are changed.
And as I looked around the room…and listened to what was said…
I realized in its simplest form…this is how love is spread..
One drop in the ocean might not seem like much…but in reality
that one drop, that simple drop…can find it’s way across the sea…
I’m not sure how far his drops have traveled…how far his drops have roamed
but as I watched him at his retirement party…they found their way back home.
They returned to him in a smile,
in a hug,
in a poem
in the many ways he was caressed….
And as I watched countless people celebrate this one man
I thought…
We all should be so blessed.
SURVIVING COPING LIVING BEHIND MAROON DRAPES IN HIDING SUFFERING FROM PTSD DEPRESSIVE DEISORDER ANXIETY DISORDER PANIC ATTACKS YOU FOCUS ON YOUR HEALTH NARCOLEPSY DAYTIME SLEEP APNEA TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY AFIB SEVERE OAIN AND SUFFERING WHO AM I IM A BROKEN HUMAN BEING SURVIVING IN THIS WORLD STILL HEARING MY FETUS HEARTBEAT EVERYDAY I FLASH BACK GOING INTO HOSTAGE SITUATIONS I AM REMINDED OF SPECIAL AGENT PAULA BRAND SPECIAL AGENT LEROY HEIMBACH RELOCATED MY FAMILY AFTER TAKING DOWN 69 PERCENT OF ALL DRUGS SOLD FUNNY LOOKING BACK BEING HATED THIS OPERATION BEGAN 1984 BUT IT TOOK TWO DECADES IT TOOK MY EVERYTHING ONGOING LEADING 988 TO 989 WEARING WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FBI BUYING WEAPONS AND DRUGS FROM JUNK SICK OFFICERS WHO AM I WHY I'M THIS BROKEN PERSON NOT FROM WEARING WIRES PREGNANT FROM REMEMBERING FROM SURVIVING DOMESTIC VIOLENCE I AM ME I THANK GOD FOR SAVING MY LIFE 988 SEPETEMBER 1988 THROUGH 1989 SEATED WITH THE FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION AND MY CHILDREN PREGNANT WITH MY 5TH CHILD GOING INTO HOSTAGE SITUATIONS AFRAID FOR MY LIFE AN YET I SURVIVED 1990 THE FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION CONVICTED THE TARGET HOW BLESSED I WAS THAT WE WERE SAFE FROM THESE KILLERS DEALERS CRAVING MY DEATH I'M UNASHAMED I KNOW MANY LIVES WERE SAVED THE FBI WAS MY FAMILY WE SERVED AS A FAMILY THE FBI SUPERVISOR SINGING MY GIRL TO MY FOUR YOUNG CHILDREN MY GOD I FELT SO SAFE THEN SPECIAL AGENT PAULA BRAND INSTALLED THE WIRES ON MY UNBORN BABY TODAY 988 KEEPS ME FROM ENDING MY OWN LIFE AS I'M REMINDING OF WEARING WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FBI EVERY SINGLE DAY I'M REMINDED OF WHY BECAUSE CIRO GARGANO TORCHED A TAILOR SHOP KILLING 8 ELDERLY PERSONS RESULTING IN VICTIM 9 CAB COMPANY 1998 AFTER LEAVING MY HOME LAYING LOW IN THE SHOP HE VOWED TO BURN DOWN THE CITY THIS RESULTED IN HIM IGNITING A CAR BOMB IN MY FACE IN SHOCK YES AFRAID FOR MY LIFE ORGANIZED CRIME ARSON MURDER OF 9 MY BEING A CONFIDENTIAL HUMAN SOURCE FBI INFORMANT CIRO WAS GOING TO KILL ME SOFTER TIMES FEELING SAFE MY FBI FAMILY MY KIDS SINGING THIS GIVES ME PEACE I AM HOME I AM SAFE GOD BLESS AMERICA
1980 ONE OF MY ABUSIVE HUSBAND ADULTERY AFFAIRS HE SHARED WITH GARGANO AND CORRUPT OFFICER EXCESSIVE FORCE MEXICAN DRUG CARTEL MANUFACTURING HARD DRUGS FOUR YEARS FIR STABBING FIVE PERSONS NEVER WILL I FEAR DOMESTIC TERRORISTS CORRUPTION OR ORGANIZED CRIME MATTER IT SADDENS ME TO REALLY REALLY SEE THE CALIBER OF CRUELTY I'M BLESSED EVEN THOUGH DOMESTIC TERRORISTS ATTEMPTS TO MURDER ME TO MURDER MY DREAMS OF POETRY LEAVING MY ABUSIVE HUSBAND ALL OF HIS ADULTERY AFFAIRS RATHER MEXICAN JAMAICAN IT'S ALL THE SAME SEVERE HOME INVASIONS OBSESSED WITH MY GRANDFATHER SERVING IN ROME LIBERATING ITALY PROTECTING ST JOHN XXlll RATZINGER AND HIS BROTHER GEORGE DURING WW11 THE DEEP SADNESS DISRESPECT FOR HIS HONOR IN ROME TO BE MANIPULATED BY IDENTY THIEVES GANG LEADERS DOMESTIC TERRORISTS HIRED TO SEND ME THREATS SIMPLY BECAUSE THE FBI WARNED ME THAT CIRO GARGANO MURDERED 9 PETSONS CHRISTMAS DAY 1984 EIGHT PERSONS PERISHED FINALLY 1998 VICTIM NINE THE BLESSINGS WAS THE FBI HIRED ME TO WEAR WIRES PREGNANT TO GET GARGANO PRISON TIME CUT IN HALF TO SAVE MY KIDS LIFE HE AND MY ABUSIVE HUSBAND SHARED THE SAME WOMEN MEXICO JAMAICAN FINALLY BLEW UP MY FACE WITH A CAR BOMB I AM BLESSED MY HERITAGE THE BLOOD OF A SAINT THE BLOOD OF JESUS RIGHT NOW I'M NOT FEARING ANY MAN IT DOES SADDENS ME TO SEE GARGANO CONTROLLING ORGANIZED CRIME TO SEND ME THREATS TO BULLY I AM SOMEBODY I MIGHT BE BROWN BUT I AM SOMEBODY I MIGHT HAVE WORN WIRES PREGNANT BUYING WEAPONS AND DRUGS FOR THE FBI BUT I AM SOMEBODY I AM SOMEBODY NO FEAR OF MEXICAN GANG LEADERS FROM CHICHIHAU DELICIA VENEZUELA GO STAB FIVE MORE PEOPLE I AM SOMEBODY ROME 1942 TO 1946 SAINT SEBASTIAN CHURCH FAMILY ROME
COPING HEALING SURVIVING MENTAL ILLNESS IN AMERICA IT DIDN'T START OFF THIS WAY GOD KNOWS I DIDN'T ASK FOR I WAS SUFFERING IN SILENCE MASKING DEPRESSIVE DISORDER MASKING PTSD TRIGGERS ANXIETY DISORDER PANIC DISORDER PANIC ATTACKS I WAS SO ASHAMED OF MY DIAGNOSIS SO I SUFFERED BEHING MAROON DRAPES WRITING POETRY KEEPING A JOURNAL BROKEN I WAS BLESSED TO HAVE A NETWORK OF SUPPORT BUT NOTHING COULD QUIET THE HEARTBEATS I CAN STILL HEAR MY FETUS HEARTBEAT WHILE WEARING WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FBI BUYING WEAPONS AND DRUGS FROM JUNK SICK COPS WHO NEEDED ME DEAD ON YES CLAERLY I WAS DEAD THEN FROM 1984 THROUGH 1995 WIRES INSTALLED ON MY UNBORN CHILD I BELLY WOULD TREMBLE I CAN STILL FEEL HER HANDS INSTALLING THE WIRES THEY WERE COLD DISTANCE I LOOKED IN HER EYES AND I ASKED HER WERE THEY COULD TELL THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN MY HEART BEAT ANDBTHE FETUS IN THERAPY I SUFFERED FULL BLOWN PANIC ATTACK I COULDN'T BREATHE WHY DOES THIS MATTER WE SURVIVED AN YET I'M STUCK HERE FOREVER WHAT KIND OF LIFE IS THIS I CLOSE MY EYES HEARTBEATSNI SING IN CHURCH HEARTBEATS TAKE A HOT BATH HEARTBEATS FINALLY SEDATION RESTING I AWAKEN TO HEARTBEATS SO LOUD LIKE SIRENS BLARING GUILT BEING CATHOLIC I CARRY THIS GUILT I ALLOWED THE FBI TO VIOLATE MY FETUS DOES THAT MAKE SENSE I CAN NEVER EVER BE WHOLE AGAIN FILLED WITH SO MUCH MEDICATION DECADES OF MEDICATION FOR MY LIFE WOUKD SURELY END WITHOUT IT AN YET I FEEL LIKE ENDING MY LIFE STOPPING THE HEARTBEATS I ADORE MY PSCHIATRIST MY THERAPIST THEY TELL ME I'M BRAVE HOW I'M NOT BRAVE I'M BROKEN I THINK OF THE FETUS INSIDE MY WOMB EVERY TIME THE DEVICE WAS TURNED ON THE FETUS WOULD ROLL UP INTO A BALL I FELT CONTRATIONS LIKE THE FETUS WAS TRYING TO EXPELL ITSELF I HAD TO KEEP GOING FINISH THE JOB FOUR OF MY OTHER KIDS SEATED WITH THE FBI SUPERVISOR SINGING MY GIRL I TRULY BELIEVED I WAS MAKING A DIFFERENCE I NEVER DREAMED I'D BE INTIMIDATED I NEVER DREAMED JAMAICAN DEALERS WOUKD ARRIVE TO END MY LIFE PARKED IN FRONT OF MY TOWNHOME BY GOD'S GRACE GUNMEN EMERGED SAVING MY LIFE I SHOOK LIKE A LEAF MY HEART POUNDING PANIC DISORDER
Mr Muldoon the prime minister of New Zealand
from 1975 until 1984 said we need to think big
but I think his ideas nearly crippled the economy
but I also believe he was right we need to think big
but I believe we should also add to this start small
instead of building too much at once
instead of crippling economies
think big start small create budgets that will work
Wet forests don't burn
if we can't depend on the rain
we need to depend on human invention
human ingenuity, think big start small
Instead of putting the ambulance
at the bottom of the Clift
build the fence at the top
build desalination plants
bring water out to the arad land
close to the ocean
reclaim the land turning it into fertile land
slowly overtime keep build until irrigated farms
are no longer dependant on nature
We are human being we have the intelligence
to overcome our problems
if I am only one person, coming up with these ideas,
how much more could you, the other six billion
add to these ideas and improve on these ideas
you have experts in science experts in management
experts in all levels of expertise and experience
using world investment
how much more can you achieve
your world needs your ideas
in a war against poverty
in a war against climate change
we could change, industrial machines
can run off electricity
we do not need to produce carbon waste
we do not need to pollute our environment
The many quarters dropped
in the jukebox as you ran
in and out answering calls
demanding pushing cursing
out staff as I sat there pink
dress ain’t no body by Chaka
Khan if this world was mine
by Cheryl Lynn I still want my
refund wasting so many
quarters how dare you
the record spins then skips
it’s gonna take a miracle to
make me love someone new
who are you such and empty
bastard catering to empty
pockets mafia Frank put a
quarter in the jukebox ain’t
nobody you know this an yet
you bring important people to
play our song why what’s
the matter with you tell
your people I won’t be
controlled unless there is
smudge proof writing silk
sheets creating masterpieces
of new lyrics even then watch
yourself mister crescendo refrain
sing what’s love got to do with
it unexpressed unamused by
corruption besides you hear that
up tempo my favorite is still playing
Mafia madness Novel
From the streets of San Francisco in 1984
There came a stranger knocking on our door
He was known by all in the neighborhood
His name was Reuben, and he wanted food
Reuben kept coming by, day after day
He was always hungry with not much to say
He was dirty, smelly, and tough to be around
He was tall, thin, and could use a few pounds
The Christmas Season was fast approaching
Everybody got busy shopping and rushing
Reuben spent his Christmas alone and cold
We decided this year to play a special role
On Christmas Day, Reuben sat with our family
We all ate and shared our gifts most happily
Written112406. Entry:120221, A Christmas Gift Memory,
BJ Legros. 2P
"At the Third Stroke.
It will be four, four, and 40 seconds, precisely."
"At the Third Stroke.
It will be four, four, and 55 seconds, precisely."
Old timers like me can remember
when time was voiced on the telephone when you dialed '1984'.
To get the 'Speaking Clock'!
or were told the time in tolls of local church bells.
or the number of gongs of town hall clocks like 'Big Ben',
chimes on the hour, half or quarter.
When you could ring up on 'me old telephone' at
some ungodly hour in day or night,
and hear the recorded time precisely there and then.
When your grandfather's job
was to chime the time in the hall.
When God told you the time
with church bell gongs and rings.
Can you remember when you lost track of the
time, when you lost track of the count of number
of the chimes or of tolls of bells?
Less important perhaps
at midnight than midday,
but this had you reaching
for the 'Bakelite'
black telephone to
hear the time precisely,
"At the third stroke".
Or you could wait for the 'pips' on the hour,
the six short sounds on the radio,
still going strong after 90 long years.
pip, pip, pip, pip, pip, pip!
There 'tis some ungodly hour precisely!
I am told this was the most popular baby boys' name in 1984.
I was born that year and in high school I had 40 friends; maybe more—
With the same first name to grace the locker room floor.
So I learned not to turn around when classmates in the hallway begun to hiss...
The most common name that rhymes with this.
As for the rules of this contest, I still could write my real name and give all Soupsters' the fits.
But no matter how common my name may be...
It is wondrous and with a different one, I may not even be me.
Thank you this for rhyming with hiss and thank you for giving all Soupsters' the fits!
for real—
1/07/17
Curio cabinet full of
Memories; a small dent from a wild child
All hopped on penny candy, running on
Giggle energy, because of the excitement
Of the Little Orphan Annie radio program,
Stopped in her tracks, and stopped in her breath.
Scraped on the lion paw spindle leg,
From when nervous grandson watched
One small man shoot 3 small bullets into one small skull,
Like a whole book depository landed on point.
A stain mimicking the Grecian coastline,
On the drum top, from the spill
From the redwine from the news of pa-pa's death,
A slip and fall when reaching for the remote.
The drawer can't close correctly because
Daddy's head landed sideways after the bullet
Pierced his temple; how many times can you be laid off
On December 24th?
Curious cabinet guarded loosely
With skips in posture and hiccoughs in time.
Maker o maker,
Here is my resume.