Imagine if you would,
a comedic TV show.
Funny most evenings
and has a nice flow.
The guy who works
for Police homicide
the one who dose
the chalk outline.
A psychic friend of mine,
who's always on time,
He's a real psychic
He actually tells people
when not to show up for work,
or when they should
or shouldn't drive.
He's trying to save lives.
Working alone and
telling people over the phone,
when they should stay home.
He's been reported
to the police.
And chewed out
by the police chief.
He tells people to double lock
their doors so
they don't get robbed.
He knocks on your door
and says if you don't mind,
I don't want you
to become a chalk outline.
tomorrow don't answer
your door after 4:00
And ya know kids
like being told,
to be cool and
stay home from school...
Because their boyfriend
or girlfriend Ain't quite right.
Like a song that's sung,
they like to showoff
playing with a Gun.
The parents can't complain,
until then neighbors kid got shot.
They thought he was insane.
We have a witch on the payroll the police chief said.
She scares and intimidates me, fills me with dread.
Why do we pay for that? I asked, is there better use of my money?
Perhaps said the chief, but although she is never sunny….
She has cracked some murder cases none of us could figure out.
She brings her familiar, a black cat named “gad-a-bout”.
Together they are a formidable pair, but one thing I guess.
They both terrify me, I have to admit and confess.
Who becomes what there is no guarantee…
With this point of view who will not agree?
The son of a blatant thief…
Can become a police chief.
I wonder why only plums from its tree!
The Faerie police came by the woods at five.
We are hoping the lost one will be found alive.
She was last seen lurking near a hornet’s hive.
The mushroom gnomes hid among the chives.
None of you will be jailed, the police chief said.
We just want her back safe and well-fed.
So King of the gnomes pointed the faerie out.
She went home with daddy, with a giant pout.
Preteens are horrible, an elf said to no one.
You are right in one way, they are not quite fun.
They can be horrible! Look at my own little Lou!
Little Lou heard her mama and threw up her shoe.
Libby Lou was a professional intermeddler
She had her hands in all most all of the towns people’s pots
Adding carrots and potatoes to some, digging tomatoes out of others
Criticizing the amount of thyme and pepper,
Constantly tasting, moving between their houses, burners and pots
Taking out, putting in, advising everyone, fixing things
Stirring, stirring stirring. Constantly stirring.
She came up missing in the middle of winter, chili fixing season.
We did not find Lilly Lou’s body until the park thawed out in March.
Murder was afoot.
There were potholders placed over her dead not-now-prying eyes.
It must have been a woman killer, the police chief said.
It is potholders, right? A woman’s weapon.
But wait, what about Marty, the short order chef.
Does he use potholders?
Coroner could not figure out cause of death.
Police gave up after a year or two.
Too many suspects.
Whole town knew Lou.
She had been fiddling in their stews for a long time
Criticizing everyone’s pot.
IF ever I had a country - LXX
LXX
IF ever I had a country a constant prey to another marauding Bully
And if ever by some impardonable mistake I were the intrepid Defence Secretary
I'd not scratch my bald pate devising peaceful ways of turning the cheek with
love brotherhood and humanity to appease the Enemy
I'd simply round up the true villains every secret agent every police chief
politician all their colleagues - what d'ya think - the President y compris manu militari
Every media baron newspaper and tv editor-in-chief these that kept quiet about
the activities of the secret services every Lodge Master of Free-Masonry
And have them lined-up on the frontiers as canon-fodder while force-marching
them barefoot without ID papers into the jaws of the Bully's iniquity
That is, if ever I were even by error the intrepid Defence Secretary with no
notion of poetry
And even if I never ever had no country prey to a Bully in reality
© T. Wignesan - Paris, Octobre 9, 2018
RECIPE: “Poulet Roti” French Style - Ballade “Le Chant Royal” 11
STANZA X
Even as this Royal Lay comes to an end
Yet one more crime hatched on one more ruse and lie
Gets committed to drive this one round the bend:
“Bite the bait, harrowed be, before you die!”
Same message for more than half a century
The Kafkayesque trial that wastes energy:
Witnesses who’d gladly turn King’s evidence
Lawyers who’d hoodwink you and make no pretence
The migrant crowd trained to oust you out of bounds
To please authority Left or Right of fence
Independent de Gaulle men gone from home grounds.
ENVOI
“Freemasons Grand Orient kind take offence,
Want you kept down whatever your innocence:
At the highest level this decision stands!”
Said de Gaulle Police Chief in-charge of defence.
Independent de Gaulle men gone from home grounds.
(c) T. Wignesan - Paris, 2017
The police chief said,
The sun don’t keep shining
For little girls like you.
What you saw back there was nothing.
You hear? Nothing.
But, it was something.
My friend was dead.
It was the point of no return.
Heidi Sands
12/6/16
*Placed 5th in Contest: Point of No Return
Lord I come before you with a very heavy heart
I've got so much on my plate I don't know where to start
Since we lost five brothers our hearts are very sore
We've increased security and pray it won't happen anymore
There is so much hatred against the one who killed our men
But he is now gone for good and we won't see him again
As the police chief of this town I've got great responsibility
Yet I pray you'd give me wisdom as so many count on me
Thank you for your protection your mercy and your grace
Help us to work together to make Dallas a great place
Amen
Written in honor of Police Chief David Brown of Dallas TX
The Day I Saw Batman
By Elton Camp
When I was walking along in Gotham City
The sight I saw seemed to be such a pity
There stood Batman checking his cell phone
With no Robin about, he was quite alone
Batman’s appearance I certainly did hate
For he had gained a whole lot of weight
The Joker and the Penguin had little to fear
Even if Batman should manage to come near
The arch criminals could simply run away
Lagging far behind poor Batman would stay
The cowl, his millionaire identity concealed
To Bruce Wayne, too much food had appealed
The sight made me doubt that the police chief
Would ask his help in catching a villain or thief
I watched as Batman climbed into his car
Prius, not the Batmobile, would go slow but far
Somehow, it seemed to me to be such a shame
Batman had lost almost everything but his name
(To see a photograph of Batman standing on the sidewalk, go to
http://www.scribd.com/doc/79248325/The-Day-I-Saw-Batman )