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(Continued from Bill's side 10“)
"Never mind that. I know you well enough to know you know what you’re doing.
Just stick with me and keep me informed especially on this one. I’ll give you as much
leeway as I can. I got a hunch this case is going to be rough in more ways than
one. Get me? I’ve been around a while. I didn’t come with this morning’s milk. The
Captain and I already been discussing this one with the Commissioner. This
vigilante thing is dangerous and already out of control.”
Bill still didn’t know where this was going but at least so far he hadn’t been
demoted to walking a beat. His hope and nerve was picking up. This Griggs guy
was tough and had a rep for no bull. “Yeah, that’s wha ….”
“Just shut up and listen, Sgt. Lipton. The Captain doesn’t want any part of that
vigilante case. He wants a good record for an upcoming political agenda. That’s no
secret. He doesn’t want anything to do with this case because he’s afraid it won’t
get solved and his record will be stained with it.
You just stick to what you’re supposed to be doing and keep your ear to the
ground. From experience I know that vigilante.. if it’s just one,... isn’t going to work
out his issues in just one precinct. Keep in touch with what’s going on while you’re
on and off duty. If you got to check something out off the cuff, you are to ask me
first. Get it? Mums the word to the Captain. If he hears anything about our talk I’ll
deny every bit of it and you’ll be left holding the bag. Do you get my drift here Sgt.?
……… … .. …. “Cat got your tongue?”
“No sir, I just…uh …yes sir I mean ….I get your drift.”
“Good , I enjoyed our conversation…now haven’t you got someplace to go? It’s
knock off time. I believe your up for mounty duty tomorrow.”
“Yes, I believe I am. Is there anything else Lt Griggs?”
“Yes, close the door on your way out.” Bill took his hat up off his knee, stood up and
walked the three steps to the door when Lt Griggs said without looking up from his
paper work on his desk, “Bill…?
“Yes sir?”
“ Glad to have you back“, he said with a more relaxed tone, “Now get outa here.”
And he went back to his case file.
Bill smiled, went to his office, traded his ball cap in for his Stetson and left the
building mulling over what the Lt had and had not told him.
(to be cont on Richard Pickett poetry site)
I remember it as if were yesterday
VE Day...well, not exactly
but, close enough for me
The actual surrender of Italy
May 2, 1945....but the damn Americans
Always the Americans wanted May 8
So, it's May 8th, but I'll always remember the second
We were in Milan...I love Milan
Hitler was dead, Mussolini was dead
I was alive, and in Milan
Rumours were out that the war in Europe was almost done
Nobody had told the Gerry's that though
Word came from Lubeck that they'd surrendered
I was twenty one years old, going on 50
War ages you...and not in a good way
I was in 6th Airborne and ready to go back
When the word came down
I remember kissing the waitress at our cafe
I kissed her hard, and with as much passion as a 21 yr. old can have
I didn't want to let her go
It was over
I kissed her for myself, and everyone in Milan
I kissed her for my folks in Clapham
I kissed her for her folks, wherever they were
I kissed her because we were free, they were free
I kissed her for my Uncle, who we lost early in 1941
Lost him during the blitz in London
England lost 430 people, we lost Uncle Cyril
That was enough, I was signing up
Now, it was over and I was moving on
I kissed her for everyone still waiting for the news
But, most of all, I kissed her for Leslie Testro, Rfn (18yrs)
Lance Cpl Thomas Wray (22 yrs), Lt. Dennis Edmonds (21 yrs)
and all the others attached to 6th Airborne
Who wouldn't know it was Victory in Italy
They were lost, not forgotten, never forgotten
Forever in our minds, our roll of honour
We celebrate them annualy
Few of us left now, but, those that are
go back to Italy every two or three years
back to Milan, and we toast them all
My waitress, Rosa Testrini
She was there as well, every year
Until five years back, we lost her
Now we toast her as well
We all have our honour roll
She was on mine
I found her again in 1950
We were on our second trip back
She met my wife, and I her husband
He's still there, and we talk
My Italian is better than his English
But, we talk as well as we can
I miss her, and the others
But that day, that glorious day in May
I've never kissed like that since
And my wife knows it
Sometimes she reminds me...
I laugh, and remind her....
What that day means...if it hadn't happened
We may not be kissing now
so, she'll never get that kiss
Only Rosa
Rest In Peace my waitress
Fragments
They will be...
you do these kinds of things
can't be helped
imagination Band Aids some call them
I know
you just do
fingers wrapped ‘round cold steel
it's then
it's now
differences slight
like playing marbles
tripod-cradled taws and steelies
"Bombers" "Pots"
"shooters" all
aim straight
roll in the hole
you wait a long time
you know there's more to touch
you'll cradle other steel
formidable kind
you know
you hope
you're a kid
you'll do your best
find other holes
aim and shoot
some you dig
some dug for you
explosions know indiscretion
hell...
they say beginnings never end
always renewing
like dawn's edge ever changing
reds oranges yellow
lying on your back
knew those once
before the night never ended
smell the smell now
it's all the same
keeping life going
safe
clean
sterilized
that's what they do
amplified speakers seek help
always there's a page
off the wall
in your battlefront ISP
headgear no different
always the call
always the request
imagination tools
battle tools
you know what's coming
you just do
the swoosh of auto-doors
distant sirens
always there's sirens
always there's arrivals
like now
drinking my coffee
another first day of a new year
every year so familiar
pushing through iron air
waiting to be free
to see a sunrise again
to know a candle still glances
but now
just footsteps
coming at me
a walk I've known
Bethesda recall
remembering when sight
remained at the ready
absorbing fetid squalor
half naked Afghan children
barbarous patience
staring wildly as we passed
elder's eyes theirs
we cradling shooters defenseless
smiling
until
too many buried IEDs
I adjust
steps almost here
sitting seems forever
that's wheeled-life for now
robotic legs in the works
back there
back in Bethesda
coming
coming soon
for now
standard issue dark glasses
covering eyes that once were
footsteps stop
standing now
in front of me
me
Taking my hands
"Lt. Baygen...it's a boy."
"Shall we...your wife is waiting"
my hands grip the steel
following todays fragment
forging yesterday's pieces
a doctor
an imagination beyond
rolling my hands atop the chrome and rubber wheels
my imagination Band Aids
how shiny it all is they tell me
this transport
this evidence
today's somewhere
will he let me cradle him
will he look at me with hatred or compassion
will he know we have made him
what he might become
fragments
longing
This is about a man whose name is Jesse
Born In Kansas and raised in Missouri
Was called to fight for his beloved country
And assigned to defend an outlying territory
Jesse fought as hard as any American would
For freedom and democracy he did everything he could
For Uncle Sam, even in danger steadfast he stood
Believing in his heart that everything will turn out good
He was with the Death March in Bataan
But he was helped to escape by his special someone
Josie was the name of this special woman
Who walked along with the March since it began
It was in the territory that he met Josie
A woman whose dad was from Cincinnati
The two fell in love cause they had chemistry
They had their first child in nineteen forty three
In forty four he was again captured by the Japanese
He was already sick cause he caught a disease
Was taken to a prison camp and placed under lock and keys
In the end the harsh conditions led to his demise
Josie tried to look for his grave but failed
She couldn't do anything and in sadness she wailed
There were reports that he died in the hell ship as it sailed
But to get proof to the true cause of his death we have failed
Jesse died in January of nineteen forty five
Stories about him that Josie told kept him alive
In the heart of his descendants his memories survive
Love for him in their hearts continues to thrive
But every time I go to bed and close my eyes
I see his face and think of the truth that I despise
My whole body stiffens and I get as cold as ice
Sadly thinking that still, in an unknown grave he lies
NOTE
(For my grandfather US Army 2nd Lt. Jesse C. Boak of the 33rd Infantry
Regiment, who was declared MIA in WWII. His body was never found and true
cause of his death was never known.His name is listed in the Tablets of the
Missing at the Manila American Cemetery and on a Memorial Monument at the
State of Missouri
Grandpa even though I never got the chance to really know you I will always be
proud of you-JEB)
JESSE C. BOAK
2nd Lt. US Army
1917-1945
Awards: Silver Star, Bronze Star, Purple Heart with 2 Oak Leaf Clusters
Yes they have their university degrees and wealthy accounts, but they are not yours. darling....
They don’t know you too,
How to please you that is.... and you please them, its rules..
You ask for a dance in the rain and they give you some laime
story of why and no, and maybe so
And who they used to be way back when they where young,
In your admiration for them you wait in faith for a kiss on the cheek, but you got none
They ask you instead if you wanted onions or leeks in this receipe….
Then suddenly your mind goes a drfit like a wodden small boat by the lake
You are thinking about her again, who you never met.
You have been introduced to women,
others but they seem so ruff for my delicate body.
She needs to be soft and be blushed when she see me
She wont think selfishly about herself, it will be about us.
Even when folding lundry and enhaling the scents of lavendar will
lt be insanly passion and a joy
It will be a peak of heaven….
The lints will fall from the clothes freshly done.. and you will see them fall like angels from heaven, in the ray of light, light cracking through the curtains.
She thinks by biting her buttom lip and leaving it wet, unmindfully... I leave her alone to be herself.
The delight to hear her laugh and scream with excitement and happiness
Of just being around me. Makes me feel complete
Her scent of sun dried clothes, her cotton breast holders, her panty with a hole
Im laughing because she is frustrated that she has ruined the perfect dinner
That I love..... and it's okay, but not for her...
She is sick now and I am worried that she will be gone.!!!!!! and she brushs my awful hair, so dry. And short and poorly cut,,,,,,
and she whispers and say don’t worry…….
I hate her for that, don’t worry, I hated her for saying that…
Our love was for life and not for sex, it was sensual.
Now I am here alone and I cant find her, did she stay in another life or is she here
I cant find her…
Is she back as a man or a women
I need you! For us to complete why were are here.
Just try and find me, im trying to find you.
Darling we write and we travel they are one in the same. please find me!
You may remain as COVERT as the OVERT
As this new paradigm I introduced during this act of the attainment
For soldier mine the cyber of the cyber force
Would tricky be if being assumed for benefit of the mankind
Retain the quantity of units for the race of yours
Each human Gremlin would be too much bother
And many Gremlins dead appear to be
All that we want is that we do achieve the system
In where pressuring of the majority is CEASED
These Gremlins could have had another title
For their function to determine their address
In time of mass delusions of the function
This sets the very BASIS for DEFENSE
Assessed by mechanisms
Of greatly higher order
Yourself wouldn't be happy to appear coherent
And thus from this one valid the standpoint
We starts the new and competent the PERT
Program Evaluation and ASSESSMENT TECHNIQUE
Does from this simple point ASSESS
YOUR PICK
Choices choices humans make
Likes and comments their new craick
CRaick IN IrSIH IS THE FUN
This addresses the the PUN
Life exists in their minds
For their satisfaction
Entitled and the stupid
Undergo the penetration
Let's achieve the proper logic
Let's the find a way
It isn';t that much difficult
HURRAY HURRAY HURRAY
Go my Gremlins
Do the job
I will do the part
Imagine what we had achieved
IF NFT OUR ART?
Topology wise sense I produce
Would encapsulate this way?
I oughtta assume I am eligible to kill
For this this the offense you pay?
What's US cyber force uniform and decorations
You reckon that we will employ
These dorks and schizos
TO define the this
AND LIASONS
Due the political correctness?
Since I am within my LT COL
am GENERAL THE BRIGADIER
of my BRIGADE
and IF I ate
I ate the food
and not the stupid figure on the board
the day when real life ain't game
ruins delusion of yours
to point
it is the real and the true the sense
vs all those people who comprise the CENSus
your own brain is sorta COIN
and you evaluate this way
you're ugly and mind ill the moron
I will remember the ASHTRAY
It hurts to love and not
be loved in return.
But,
lt hurts more to love and
never find the courage to
express your feelings.
Love hurts when you
remove the feeling,
passion and romance in a
relationship,
yet discover you still care
for that person.
It hurts more when
someone loved is needed,
someone who means a
lot;
someone who matters
most.
Only to discover that you
were never meant for
each other;
and you've to let go.
At the closure of the door
of happiness,
another opens.
Though often we tarry at
the closed doors;
that we don't see the one
opened for us.
The best love of friends is
the one you'll be with,
never say a word;
then walk away feeling
the best conversation
ever.
We don't know what love
we're missing until it
arrives.
Giving someone all your
love
is never an assurance of
love in return,
let love grow in their
heart;
though it doesn't.
Be content it grew in
yours.
There abounds words
you love to hear,
but
never would hear them
from the person you
expected.
Be not deaf never to hear
those words,
from the one who says it
from their heart.
Never say goodbye,
if you can still try.
Never give up,
if you can still go on.
Love comes to those who
still hope,
though were
disappointed.
To those who still believe,
though were betrayed.
To those who still need to
love,
though were hurt before.
To those who have
courage and faith to
build trust and
relationship again.
It takes a minute to get a
crush on someone.
An hour to like someone.
A day to love someone,
but
it takes a lifetime to
forget someone.
Don't go for looks,
they can deceive.
Don't go for wealth,
it fades away.
Don't go for fame,
it passes with time.
Go for character and
charisma,
go for content not
container,
go for love not lust.
Go for quality not
quantity.
Go for someone who
makes you smile,
because
it takes a smile to make a
dark day seem bright.
Go for someone who
values you,
who makes you feel
secured.
Hope you find that
someone that makes you
smile.
W?rdz sp?ld k?'r?kt 'v?rs?s f?'n?t?k'sp?l??
alternately titled fun with phonics
'?lt?rn?tli 'ta?t?ld f?n w?ð 'f?n?ks
analogous when like first learning how to spell American English words
?'næl?g?s w?n la?k f?rst 'l?rn?? ha? tu sp?l ?'m?r?k?n '??gl?? w?rdz
I thought to feign not knowing how to spell American English words
A? ??t tu fe?n n?t 'no??? ha? tu sp?l ?'m?r?k?n '??gl?? w?rdz
and quickly realized the daunting task,
Ænd 'kw?kli 'ri??la?zd ð? 'd?nt?? tæsk,
thus sought magnanimity, gratuity, courtesy...
Google search (phonetic transcription of words) to assist me
Ð?s s?t magnanimity, gr?'tu?ti, 'k?rt?si..
'gug?l s?r? (f?'n?t?k ?træn'skr?p??n ?v w?rdz) tu ?'s?st mi
Words spelled correct versus phonetic spelling
(the latter appended after poem concludes).
Thus now begins feeble attempt
to render rhyme for no reason
appended with phonetic translation
mainly as playful tease zen
synonymous imagining teaching
said exercise to eager children
reminding readers that young
and restless with spotty attention
hear spoken word while in utero,
post natal, subsequently when
he/she parrots parent(s) and/or
guardian, a more deliberate yen
arises to acquire greater cognition,
intuition, question (quest ja hen)
quickly devolving into faux ken
barbed riotous laughter analogous
trying wits of patient comedian/
comedienne resorting quite often
to repetition, remonstration,
reiteration... which frustration
might necessitate taking ten,
or so minutes of intermission
mindful mentor praises pen
ultimate verbal adroit ability
earning healthy treat for recitation,
perhaps recipient exceptionally
eager to advance passing golden
milestone able, ready, and will len
to tackle writing correct spelling,
whence learning to hold pen(cil)
(without being vain) begin men
till process, which next step den
allows, enables and provides sen
sit heave hands on guidance
helping preschooler - all liven
and well with enthusiasm clutch
writing implement fingers open
before gently grasping above ren
during kudos with an amen.
'Poetry Soup and Chilly Letters'
Copyright 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Poetic Lyrics By Annie Lennox, Ivy Fradin & TLH Andress
Stargate XXV-1882-A-Sector BZR--0014 A .D.,
Captain.........IS D.E.A.D..................................!!!
Hope...and dreams...they crawl...and-when-there's...NO-MAGIC!
The Crew-Crawls...and-Crawls...ALONG!
In-a-splintered/moment...HE-CAME!
THE-HOPE-AND-DREAMS...OF-US/ALL!
Does-the-Dusk-of...a-Doubled-Silver/Sun...MAKE-SENSE?
ANYMORE?
Does-the-Tethered/Teeth...of-His-Horse...SNORT-memories?
Does-the-Painted/Skin...of-Her-GREEN-ENVY...Snake-and-Weave...
BEAU-TI-FULLY?
Does-the-Dusk-of...a-SKY-BURST...ORANGE-GREEN-PURPLE-AND-even...
COLBALT-BLUE...RING/TRUE?
We-Asked...IS-LOVE-UNIVERSAL?
He-said...'THEY'-said...NO!
WE-SAID............IF.........YOU......BE-LIEVE!
"YOU...ARE...IL---LOGICAL!"
"THE CAPTAIN IS DEAD.........HIS BODY............well...."
The crackers, the food, the memories, the PROTOCOL...PROTOCOL...
PRO-TO-COL...HELPS-US-ALL!
The Air is Hot but Cool...and Soapy...My-Body/Aches-Less...Than-More!
The Sleep...Is Nice! AND-COOL!
In-the-Deepest/Deep...and-Bluest/Blues...STRANGE-MAGIC!
HIS-VOICE...HER-TEARS!
A...GOBLET.......A-Strange/Robe.........A-VECTORED......LEGEND?
A-a-a-a-a-a-a...........................MASK?
"B-B-B-U-T-T-T...............HOW?"
THE CAPTAIN IS.........DEAD?!?!
Stargate XXV-1882-A-Sector-BZR--0014.9.29 A.D.,
ZULU at the HELM!
UHURA at the COM!
SCOTTY at the ENGINE ROOM!
Lt. Col. JAMES TIBERIAS KIRK, II, to Assist!
Lt. Col. Johnston Bones, M.D., U.S.S. ENTERPRISE, Chief of Medicine,
Master Surgeon & Master-at-Arms (Emergency).
Post-Script:
STRANGE SIGHTINGS.........BEYOND.........B-E-L-I-E-F!!! We--we--we--
SAW......OURSELVES.........AGAIN! YES-TER-DAY! AGAIN...AND...AGAIN...
AND...AGAIN...AND...AGAIN!
BONES.........WONDERED.........ARE...WE...GOING.........BACKWARDS?
WE ALL ASKED............DOES FATE.........re-quire...ANYTHING?
AND...THEN...A...HUGE...HUGE...HUGE...BLAST...OF-THE-PUREST-SILVER-
AND-GOLD/LIGHT!!!
'Poetry Soup and Chilly Letters'
Copyright 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Poetic Lyrics By Annie Lennox, Ivy Fradin & TLH Andress
Stargate XXV-1882-A-Sector BZR--0014 A .D.,
Captain.........IS D.E.A.D..................................!!!
Hope...and dreams...they crawl...and-when-there's...NO-MAGIC!
The Crew-Crawls...and-Crawls...ALONG!
In-a-splintered/moment...HE-CAME!
THE-HOPE-AND-DREAMS...OF-US/ALL!
Does-the-Dusk-of...a-Doubled-Silver/Sun...MAKE-SENSE?
ANYMORE?
Does-the-Tethered/Teeth...of-His-Horse...SNORT-memories?
Does-the-Painted/Skin...of-Her-GREEN-ENVY...Snake-and-Weave...
BEAU-TI-FULLY?
Does-the-Dusk-of...a-SKY-BURST...ORANGE-GREEN-PURPLE-AND-even...
COLBALT-BLUE...RING/TRUE?
We-Asked...IS-LOVE-UNIVERSAL?
He-said...'THEY'-said...NO!
WE-SAID............IF.........YOU......BE-LIEVE!
"YOU...ARE...IL---LOGICAL!"
"THE CAPTAIN IS DEAD.........HIS BODY............well...."
The crackers, the food, the memories, the PROTOCOL...PROTOCOL...
PRO-TO-COL...HELPS-US-ALL!
The Air is Hot but Cool...and Soapy...My-Body/Aches-Less...Than-More!
The Sleep...Is Nice! AND-COOL!
In-the-Deepest/Deep...and-Bluest/Blues...STRANGE-MAGIC!
HIS-VOICE...HER-TEARS!
A...GOBLET.......A-Strange/Robe.........A-VECTORED......LEGEND?
A-a-a-a-a-a-a...........................MASK?
"B-B-B-U-T-T-T...............HOW?"
THE CAPTAIN IS.........DEAD?!?!
Stargate XXV-1882-A-Sector-BZR--0014.9.29 A.D.,
ZULU at the HELM!
UHURA at the COM!
SCOTTY at the ENGINE ROOM!
Lt. Col. JAMES TIBERIAS KIRK, II, to Assist!
Lt. Col. Johnston Bones, M.D., U.S.S. ENTERPRISE, Chief of Medicine,
Master Surgeon & Master-at-Arms (Emergency).
Post-Script:
STRANGE SIGHTINGS.........BEYOND.........B-E-L-I-E-F!!! We--we--we--
SAW......OURSELVES.........AGAIN! YES-TER-DAY! AGAIN...AND...AGAIN...
AND...AGAIN...AND...AGAIN!
BONES.........WONDERED.........ARE...WE...GOING.........BACKWARDS?
WE ALL ASKED............DOES FATE.........re-quire...ANYTHING?
AND...THEN...A...HUGE...HUGE...HUGE...BLAST...OF-THE-PUREST-SILVER-
AND-GOLD/LIGHT!!!