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THANKING GOD REMEMBERING SENATOR BOB GRAHAM AFTER MY I BECAME DISABLED AT WORK FOR THE DEFENSE DEPARTMENT MACDILL AIRFORCE BASE I SPENT MY CAREER SERVING WORKING ON BASE I ALSO WORKED FOR THE BASE EXCHANGE BUT I RETIRED WITH A DISABILITY FOR THE DEFENSE DEPARTMENT MANY MILITARY WIVES WORKED FOR THE BX MY CALLING WAS FOR THE DEFENSE DEPARTMENT SO I LEFT THE BX AND CONTINUED MY EMPLOYMENT ON BASE FOR THE DEFENSE DEPARTMENT WHERE I HAD HANDS ON WITH RETIREES AND MILITARY FAMILIES I WAS SO HAPPY SO BLESSED UNTIL THEE ULTIMATE INJURY RESULTED IN A NERVOUS BREAKDOWN SENATOR BOB GRAHAM EEOC AND THE SUPREME COURT MERIT BOARD ALL ASSISTING ME BUT IT WAS BOB GRAHAM WHO FAUGHT FOR ME AS A DISABLED MOTHER OF 8HE WAS TRULY A GOD SEND I NEVER FORGOT SOME PEOPLE ARE CONFUSED THE BX IS A TOTALLY DIFFERENT SECTOR ON BASE IT HAD ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO DO WITH MY RETIRMENT I WASN'T WORKING FOR THE BX WHEN I WAS INJURY THESE RUMORS ARE FROM PETER GARGANO SENDING MEXICAN CARTEL TO RIP PAGES IN MY DIARY HACKING INTO MY DISABILITY MY SOCIAL SECURITY DISABILITY ATTEMPTING TO PERPUTRTATE FRAUD UPON.ME SENATOR BOB GRAHAM WAS RIGHT THEM LIKE I WAS HIS OWN DAUGHTER ALTHOUGH I ADORE THE BX BUT I DIDN'T RETIRE FROM THE BX I RETIRED FROM THE DEFENSE DEPARTMENT IT IS SAD THAT THE GARGANO FAMILY TRIED TO MARKET MY EMPLOYMENT MY DISABILITY MY PPETRY MY HUSBAND PURPLE HEART HONOR MY GRANDDAUGHTER HIGH HONORS A CENTRAL AEROSPACE ACADEMY WHERE MY HUSBAND AND AND HELPED ON THE SUN N FUN PROJECT HATRED ENVY RAGE FROM GARGANO AND HIS JHORES OF JAMAICA ILLEGAL IMMIGRANTS PERPUTRATING FRAUD UPON ME AND MY FAMILY
GOD BLESS AMERICA HE CARED ABOUT THE AMERICAN PEOPLE
I know some of you won't understand
But I really loved the man
Closer than a brother and
More than a true friend
With a sparkle in his eyes
Spoke the truth amongst the lies
Spread the word throughout his life
Knew the goal, saw the prize
Steps of courage in his walk
Words of wisdom in his talk
Godly counsel always sought
Knew the reason to the cost
Always stood for what was right
Always strived for the best in life
Most of the time you would find
Him with the weary spending time
Now do you understand
Why it was I loved the man
Closer than a brother and
More than a true friend
Thinking of my mentor and friend
who passed away a couple good years back...
we shall meet again!
How long have i been in the alone
Wait i haven't made time yet
Your called a second
Next minute
don't move
i will tell you when to start
Now how long have i been doing this
Can't see a thing
That's better
I better give myself
a name
the first list
There not much around
Your a star
your job to shine
Time that's your job
sorry its going o be a long slog
White split to make colour
Sound you are called
no need to holler
One star glowing with pride
Impressed i inscribe you the sun
Just for a laugh
I will trace it all
back to a giant blast
scientists i have the last
Religion don't rise too fast
i made you
left
try to make it last
is this blasphemy
You call me god
sorry i only
answer to bob
slits in the blinds
of a guestroom
leaking morning through
skinny orange white cat
follows an old man in his underwear
down the hall to the bathroom
and back to his bed
she meows, stands on his chest
rubs her nose on his head
purrs
licks his whiskers
--part of the hospitality package
echoes down the hall
cries
his almost two year old granddaughter
not letting her mommy sleep
so excited last night to see her grandpa
ran straight into his arms giggling
rattles down the hall
his soon to be son in law
in Kevlar and other prison gear
(garage door opens and closes)
puts "bob" at the end of his daughter's dad's name
thinks he's cute
kid knows whiskey, barbecue, and football
they get along just fine
buying a turkey for his ex today
might help her cook it too
just like last year
get to see his two little dogs
who will bark and whine and jump all over the place
the divorce made their two humans
pretty good friends
but he misses them
he'll stay all week
be sad to leave
little angel peeks into his bedroom
enters the doorway
she giggles
it isn't going to be a happy Thanksgiving
it already is
Bob Dylan's Suicide
A song on JFK Assassination
Like a Rolling Stone,
I Want You, Blowin' In The Wind,
Hurricane.
Mr. Tamborine Man, Just Like A Woman,
It Ain't Me Babe
Tangled Up In Blue
Visions Of Johanna
Every Grain of Sand
Jokerman, You Ain't Goin' Nowhere.
Shelter From The Storm
Maggie's Farm, Tonight I'll Be Staying Here,
The Times Are A Changing
All Along The Watch Tower, Things Have Changed,
A Simple Twist of Fate
Idiot Wind, Knockin' On Heaven's Door,
Dignity, It's Aright, Ma
Desolation Row: Murder Most Foul.
by,
Martin Braun
3/30/2020
Newport Folk Festival 1965.
Behind the mirror is where we all
Tend to lurk,
Suffering through the pain of glass.
No one likes change,
Sometimes it is almost viewed as a sin.
Then you are punished
For attaining a higher majesty,
An alliance nearly gone.
But the times they were a changing
Folk had to realise,
A new power was being born
The climate just right for change.,
To plug in to the new.
After all a mirror image
Is the same,
But I suppose it is how
You look that matters,
Not what you see.
It was the orthodoxy
Of one Man that changed,
Someone who dared to be different.
It is some what ironic
That he said adieu,
With an acoustic version of
“It’s all over now , baby blue.”
But then,
The rest is history.
Dear Bob,
It has been mighty long
That I have licked my wounds and cursed your song.
I wish you had warned me, Bob,
That the lying bastard came only to rob
My shame bathed in my suppressed sobs.
Did you not tell him, Bob
That a man with no good intention
Is a mere coward to awaken a woman’s affection
Only to feed her a dose of rejection?
And Bob,
I bet you turned ten times already in your grave
To witness that dirty, low-down knave!
I don’t know why he takes up
Sunday morning space in the pew
Such a lying bastard has made me a miserable shrew.
And he- an apt description of the one
Who wears many faces to meet the faces he meets,
Has his fans believing he is far above
Suspicion
But Bob, you and I know
that lying bastard casts his face from
The very seed he sowed.
He came to rob and he came to kill
That insidious lying bastard
Will one day swallow his own pill.
I voted for him when he ran for President of the United States.
Sadly, he died on December the 5th at the age of ninety-eight.
Bob Dole fought and nearly died during the second World War.
If it hadn't been for men like him, we wouldn't have freedom anymore.
When it came time for him to fight for the United States, Dole willingly fought.
But when it was time for Bill Clinton to serve his country in Vietnam, he did not.
Bob Dole fought for his country and was even paralyzed.
When Clinton beat him in the 1996 election, I was surprised.
Dole was a Senator and in 1976, he was Gerald Ford's running mate.
He was a great man and he left this world at the age of ninety-eight.
[Dedicated to Senator Bob Dole (1923-2021) who died on December 5, 2021]
He was quite a famous celebrity.
He co-starred with Bob Smith on “Howdy Doody”
Everyone could see him on post-war TV.
Not one child in the studio would bear a frown.
They were entertained by “Clarabell the Clown”.
However, he left all his garnered popularity.
On another network as a new character we would see,
Bob Keeshan in his role of “Captain Kangaroo”.
Unprecedented fame for the man was now due.
Along with Mr. Green Jeans, Mr. Moose, and company,
Captain Kangaroo appeared for millions on morning TV.
With all of their unusual and funny escapades,
they taught and entertained children for three decades.
However, almost all good things do not last.
Captain Kangaroo is now a thing of the past.
Bob Keeshan has since been laid to rest.
As an entertainer, he was among the best.
Playing in the rain
Stomping in the mud
little boy Bob laughs.
It is so much fun
free as a Lark.
Tiring of this game
through the house he plods
leaving patterned footprints
of black sticky mud.
Mother frowns upon the mess
accepting it as a test
of her love for little boy Bob.
Next he picks up his crayons
mixes colors on the wall
Lions leap big and tall
cattle grazing on the knoll.
A spatter of paint here and there
leave colorful spots on them all.
Little Bob, oh little boy Bob
mother cries.
you are a trial to me,
you top them all
a test of faith you are
May God forever help us all.