Winston
Politician, Leader, Orator, Prisoner of War
Son of Lord Randolph and Jennie, husband of Clementine, father of five
Lover of cuban cigars, trenchcoats, and hats
Who feels love, compassion and righteous anger
Who fears defeat, failure, and Adolf Hitler's victory
Who would love to see the end of WWII, Hitler's downfall, and World Peace
Resident of Chartwell in Kent, South East London, England
Churchill
Writing Challenge 2 - Bio Form- January 2019 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Dear Heart aka "Broken Wings" (Winner: 2nd Place)
Date written and posted: 01/28/2019
Categories:
trenchcoats, celebrity, people,
Form: Bio
SHAME
Pretending what is not
avoiding what is so,
in learning how to do the things
to fool all those you know.
Breaking all the rules you make
The game you've played so well
Intemidation at its worst
is all you have to tell.
Your multi faces are well known
though you think you've spied
and fooled the least of hearts of man
not seeing how you've lied.
Our country tis of thee, tis writ
but double faced lives on
and trenchcoats in our parking lots
will never they be gone?
You've fooled the black community
who put you in this place
betrayed each heart, who love you so
admitting never your disgrace.
© 2013 Ron Wilson aka Vee Bdosa
Categories:
trenchcoats, political,
Form: I do not know?
The bank sign blinks its message late at night,
two types of information for the indolent,
the traffic light is cycling, though there's not a car in sight,
alarm clocks disinter the drugged and somnolent.
Newspaper delivery is the only game in town,
'til early morning merchants raise their blinds,
dogs are let out, leashed, and led to do what they must do,
first shoppers disregard the warning signs.
Men in trenchcoats congregate on corners,
they speak into their sleeves in muffled tones,
in grey fedoras, all dressed up for secrecy and stealth;
they question early birds about their loans,
political affiliations, clubs, and weapons owned,
they formulate a blueprint of your life;
what you thought was private isn't private any more,
they follow you, ask questions of your wife.
Two weeks ago John Dixon disappeared without a trace,
the authorities had nothing to declare,
Jim Dean and Charlie Watson were imprisoned in disgrace,
their families are shocked and in despair.
The net is growing wider and the fear is closing in,
what happened to the notion that we're free?
their numbers are increasing and the hour is getting late,
yesterday at ten they came for me.
Categories:
trenchcoats, political, drug,
Form: Quatrain