Broken Wings

Take me away

To yonder skies

Of yesterday

The thrilling spirit

Felt

Gliding in the air

Invokes my courage

Banishes my fear

Oh how I long

To soar away from this

Grief

Of Broken Wings

And shattered belief

If I must live on rooted land

With grounded dreams

Of stretched wingspans

I shalt endeavor

To help others

Fly

Before the final breath

The sweet bye and bye

In this way

I can rebuild the core

And give my

Broken Wings

A Fledgling Chance

To Soar

Once More

Drunks

Stay in Funks

No longer look like Hunks

Use Sidewalks for Bunks

Get beaten up by Punks

And though they have

Lost it All

They’ll be in the Saloon/ Bodega

Tomorrow

Looking for some alcohol

How many acquaintances?
Of past refrain
Have littered on
My creative reign
By way of moral failings
By which they suppose I deign
Mine fluent
Most intimate thoughts
Infamy!
Create enemies of erstwhile friends

The means

Justify the poetic ends

Love Thy Mother
It has been foretold

For it will come a day
When she will grow old

Take a poll
Within your soul

Before the last bell has been tolled

After the final gifts have been sold

All that glitters turns to gold

She has formed and shaped the mold

Warm her blankets
Prepare her for the cold

Let her spirit enter

Into your abode

The gift of your love

Disciplining other

Sweet Mother

Can never be sold

Where are the priests?

Pastors and pontificators?

Whilst the children are being taken away!

Dare they not have a mere utterance in opposition to say?

A Biblical passage to verbally display?

A material blessed soul to sway?

Silence is all that is heard from those who pray?

Nay! There are no profits to display!

Republican Jesus favor reign on the predators

To Hell with the prey!

The Yin
The Yang
The Students?
The Gang?
What’s up with the cut
And the Guitar Twang?
The Chorus of the Primordial
Newborn Slang!
Out of Leftfield
Akin to Caractacus Chitty Bang-Bang!
As a Lurch Appeal
After a Doorbell Bang
You Rang?

Celebrity?

Fame?

X Variable
Runs the Game

Inhumane insane policy

Reminds of the Times
Of the Nazi

Cruelty to a child

Should only happen
In The Wild

A civilized society

Does not endorse evil

Government propriety

The Trumpists blare once again their hypocrisy

While making their Fake News Slogan

Make America Great Again!

Into a fiendish mockery

There was a time

I had a Father

Now he is long gone

When I think of him and his peccadilloes

I see him singing this empowering song

It tells of him more

I am quite sure than any words he did say

Life is funny in loving remembrance in this way

He was in no ways picture perfect

Nor the strongest bravest good-looking or richest of men

And throughout my toiling father’s life

To some sizable failures he did cop

But he did a mean impersonation of the oncoming agitation

To personification of The WolfMan

Was the biggest Joe Dimaggio led Yankee Fan

And best of all

He was my Pop!

There are little things in me

That remind me of Him

Full stop!

The one exception is I don’t cry

Watching Humphrey Bogart movies on a whim!

As I get older

I realize as I have children of my own

Being a Father

Is much much harder than I had naively realized!

Before I was grown

To all The Fathers” worlwide!

Those that are close to me

And others far far off of the grid

From my Father and I

A heartfelt generational
Casablanca soliloquy

Happy Fathers’ Day!

“Here’s Looking At You Kid”!

Contemplating whether it shall be considered sublime

To initiate social media communications solely in rhyme

Will it go down as the fine wines from the Napa Valley vine

Taking an Undocumented child away

From his Mother and Father

The immeasurable pain will stay

Defaced

Inhumane

Violated

To Make America Great Again

While the American Flag

Gently sways

In Trump-Land