Dawn Demure
Dawn December day.
Machine peacefully sleeps.
Slumber banished.
RAF pilot.
Spitfire!
Kept warm, mission time, Norway bound.
Snow, fjords, mountains.
Cockpit, aboard, checks,
rise, feathery clouds.
Recon.
Fine machine, woman.
Precision engine.
Exquisite cameras, spy on Nazi’s Christmas.
Thousand mile trip, freedom.
Gentle hearts, honest loving men.
Tirpitz photos, Whitehall desks.
Experts, delicately place,
five ton Tallboy bombs.
Lancaster love.
Categories:
whitehall, art, flying, military, sky,
Form: Free verse
Prodigious;
Remarkable or impressive in extent, size or degree.
Prodigious;
Archaically unnatural or great abnormally.
The difference between, only being slight of hand.
Biblical in proportion as before the great flood,
The living grieved must now take an archaic stand,
Banish this dead philanthropist anointed with blue blood.
Publically giving throughout his life;
He fooled the common-man and even the queen.
Cleverly masking the innocents' strife,
His death revealed gifted garishness unseen.
While knighthood is a living order that death takes away;
The Whitehall committee possesses the power empanelled.
Emboldened by the servile multitude willing to flay,
Jimmy Savile's many years of prestige must now be annulled.
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Categories:
whitehall, abuse, anger, celebrity, corruption,
Form: Rhyme
The fencepost, bits now
Sunk below the surface of
The dirt, lay broken much the
Same as that day, years ago,
Little Georgie told his Ma, with
Excitement building in his voice,
Hurried by his mates pleading
Nearbye "Momma, I'll fix the
Fence better than new when I
Get home from the war! it won't
Be long... seeya Ma"
What's left of the fence, barely
Visible in the tall weeds of the
Vacant lot,
Lay forgotten
By the Whitehall
Neocons...
11/9/14
© james marshall goff
Categories:
whitehall, bereavement,
Form: Free verse
21 Cents
The information blackouts
Are drawn at Whitehall, while
Our controls are being hacked
And hijacked, those freedoms
That our parents fought seem
Threatened by a dangerous dream.
Eugenics shadows of the past,
Mechanics to assist or replace.
The voluntary amputee goes
Beyond the boundaries most
Would wish to traverse, or
Rather climb the distant
Himalayas, where we pollute
The air with words, transgress
Modest and grounded beliefs.
An arrogance to assume, that
Our world is superior to theirs.
Powerless in a Powerful flag waving
Nation, grounded as a rusting ship
Waiting to be made over or reborn,
Expanding families lock the door
Against the illegal money lender,
The smooth talking politician
Who wants his cut and your vote
A partner leaves without a note
Of explanation to clarify your pain.
Respect is not inborn but taught
School rules that parents disavow
With every new expletive, give
Example to a powerless refrain,
Singing in the shower, not the rain.
Extinguishing the guiding light within,
To look intently, seeing crouched inside,
The eloquence of well-spoken lies and
The stuttering of an expressed truth.
Categories:
whitehall, philosophy, parents, parents,
Form: Verse
Antiques and Other Lies
By Elton Camp
In the antique store, you had better beware
Often, it’s just used items being sold there
By all of the experts we are firmly told
To be antique, it must be 100 years old
So at that so-called antique, look twice
It may be junk and not worth the price
Is it a well-made item and really rare
Owned and kept up by those who care?
Oh, and look on the shelves over there
At the beautiful “collectible” glassware
Before with your money, you do part
Make sure it wasn’t bought at Wal-Mart
Reproductions are all too easy to do
Don’t end up with a thing you’ll rue
What is sold as valuable may be wrong
If the sticker on bottom says “Hong Kong”
Can you actually tell real Fostoria at all
Thus, be certain that isn’t Whitehall?
“Crystal” is used to describe any glass
If not a savvy buyer, better let it pass
The collection of Pez belongs in the trash
Don’t let a faker part you from your cash
Buying antiques, a great thing you got?
Most of the time, almost certainly not
Categories:
whitehall, funny, may,
Form: Rhyme
Naiveté in younger years
And meager sense between my ears
What interested me the most
Were comic strips within the Post.
“Deep in Bengalla
Woods within the famed Skull Cave
The masked Phantom waits...”
Throughout advancing teenage years
My interest turned to social spheres
Again the Post is what I read
To see the people who were wed.
“Maryann Fulmer
And Nolan Zane Fullerton
Were married March 3rd….”
Turning the pages to sixty
I sport a silver-white goatee.
I still read the Post but only
Familiar obituaries.
“Nolan Fullerton
Of Whitehall, Pennsylvania
Passed away Monday…”
I keep turning the pages daily
Until the death bell tolls for me.
Categories:
whitehall, introspection
Form: Couplet
Sitting- on the boat,
I am- intrigued by the- fog-
which- destroys- the world.
Categories:
whitehall, adventure, mystery, nature, visionary,
Form: Haiku