A Congress of Crows
Wednesday, March 16, 2022
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Sunday, March 6, 2022
Apricot Sunset
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Sunday, February 27, 2022
The Grin
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Friday, February 11, 2022
Hi, Readers....this site has been down, on my end for some time, but it appears to be "good to go" again. Soon, I'll be posting new material. I've be frustrated! But, maybe that's in the rear view mirror now. I hope I can soon lure you back. 🐶
~~ james
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Sunday, November 21, 2021
The Inhalation of Skies
i am the inhalation of skies
lungs of terrible draft
and willful fury.
i am Tornado!
i spin with hell's
centrifugal anger
and i will sweep far
your most worthy foundation.
i will lift high and dash your infants
with more ferocity
than Herod
stripping away every
cherished
prize.
i am Hurricane!
i will level your cities
break your levees
and forbid your populace
to return
rebuild
re-begin.
i am Wind.
i am deaf to
cantons of mercy.
when you believe you are safe
build monuments to the slain.
But
I WILL RETURN!
I am Destroyer Wind.
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Wednesday, November 10, 2021
As an offering for Veteran's Day I submit the following. I wrote it in 2017, memorializing probably the most senseless, most heedless example of foolish and poor leadership, exemplified by Col. Custer. Had I been there, I'd have shot him myself. The number of men butchered by inept officers are legion. God rest them all.
Custer's Corporal
Well, no man never asked my starch
When we set off on our westward march
When I set off for to win, or die.
No Cheyenne lance never pierced my skinSo I tried it once, and then again.
I heeled my spur when the Captain yelled "Charge!"
And I was kilt right there, beside my Sarge.
They laid me down and then scalped my hair
Then they left me dead and cold and bare.
But the handsome Colonel, he died there too
And the history they teach you jus' ain't true.
Well, the stories all brag of Custer's glory
But the unvarnished truth is another story.
It was all Lakota on that day
Until they struck tent and rode away.
So, hear me clear, all'a you bold boys
And quit all'a your brave, naive noise.
Every soldier boy that goes to war
Will get what war has in store.
Enjoy your boyhood kickin' rocks 'n cans
And don't rush off to be a man.
War ain't no lark, and it ain't no game.
And if you do come home you won't be the same.
I took six arrows in my side
And a tomahawk split my skull open wide.
Their squaws pierced with needles, my young ears
In hopes in the afterlife I could not hear.
Boys, you may keep your banners and flags.
From where I sit, there's no cause to brag.
I can no more hear that bugle call.
They kilt us one, and they kilt us all.
Just a few feet above my bones
The army set me up a stone.
Now, don't you think that's petty pay
For the dreadful pain I bore that day?
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Wednesday, November 3, 2021
Sorry I've been gone, ya'll. This site got all twisted up on the provider's end. But maybe it's better now. I'll soon find out. I have things I've written that I haven't posted. But maybe things have been cured----or I could not have posted this!
James 🌛
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Friday, October 15, 2021
Sweet Beth Ann
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Sunday, October 3, 2021
Dear Readers~~~
Life has been complicated. It appears I am returning to police work, 👮 at the invitation of the Deputy Chief. It will include I prepare and provide some training for those younger than myself, as well as occasionally taking a seat in a patrol car. 🚓 I often remarked that I got out of law enforcement just in time. But when they offered I could not say 'yes!' fast enough. It's a new department, somewhat smaller than my last one, but still a Chicago suburb. I start on October 14, and am ready to roll! 🚨 I'm not leaving here. That's non-negotiable. 🚔
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Sunday, August 29, 2021
She Said
She said.
Words have power.
They bring reality to hopes
Animation to concepts
And power to life.
Words charm and thrill.
You are the breath in my lungs
She said.
I believed her
Trusted her lovely words.
You are the breath in my lungs
She said.
How could I know
To her
Words were
“take-back-able”
The way children take back words
Play with power
And tease with intentions.
You are the breath in my lungs
She said.
But she took it back
The way Lucy jerks back the football
Just as Charlie Brown runs in for the kick.
You are the breath in my lungs
She said.
Just kidding.
Posted by The Dashboard Poet at Sunday, August 29, 2021 1 comments
