The only way to learn is the hard way
so some people say.
I like subtle teaching.
Let it hold sway
but if you think you're dense
then there's no false pretenses here,
getting hit on the head
with the truth thru a can of mace.
You obey.
Why not obey is an
institution emphasized
societe'.
"Get in line."
"Cooperate
and graduate, or else."
"hear what I say.
It's all the same.

Love is in the air
It's everywhere
OOO I'm losing you
But we win against ISIS
and I wouldn't worry about certain people
being drips or even our sissis
Not that we really do,
Some of us at least,
Or if there's rhyme or reason
to the rock group Little Feat
I'm sure the dust will clear
on the Jimmy Dean - John Wayne
duel delusions of some of us.
That we'll be more grateful
for simple love demonstrated
and won't feel we have to be registrated
for all the latest raffles
life will be one big successful raffle
and not for us a big hassle
and l'll look up an old Yankees farmhand
that sounded good to me on the Internet
Bobby Lasko
Love, love is in the air.

There was the backfield tandem of Doc Blanchard and Glenn Davies on several West Point football teams of the UOS.

There is that power hitting duo of the modern day Yankees - Gary Sanchez and Aaron Judge.

There were those great power hitters of the 70s, I believe, that seemed to come in clusters like Mike Schmidt, Breen Downing, and yes, I believe, John Milner.

There was, of course, Ruth and Gehrig that stood out on the 1927 Yankees.

There's Hawke Leonard and James Harden, an unsung pair of the San Antonia Spurs and the Houston Rockets, respectively, in pro basketball that stand out.

There's Stephan Curry and Kevin Durant, a Mutt and Jeff combination in the Golden State Warriors.

There was a couple of gifted first to play on a University of Illinois basketball team African Americans that were tantalizing good at that time - Mannie Jackson and Governor Vaughn.

There was those 4 great old time Boston Celtics guards; Bob Cousy, Bill Sharman, K.C. Jones, and Sam Jones.

There was Bill Bradley and Dave Debusschere manning the wings of the New York Knickerbockers pro basketball teams of the late sixties, I believe.

There was Ron Kissinger and Glenn Becker, the keystone duo on the Chicago Cubs of the sixties, I believe.

There was Mainstay, reliable pitcher for the Casey Stengal dynasty teams - Vic Raschi and Allie Reynolds and there were great teamsmen of Vince Lombardi's pro football Green Bay Packers Super Bowl team like Dave Hammer, Forrest Gregg, and Boyd Dowler.

by the way yeah the song "Imaginary Lover"
and the song "Secret Lovers" too
if I'm permeated with lust don't sue.
the song with the lines  "I need a lover
who won't blow my cover" comes to mind
she's gotta have a neat sign.
love hobnob
eat together over cob on the corn
it and lobster.
and make love like we're mobsters
hand in hand like go
over pupating paypal
when we flow
it just isn't low
and we know the lows
like each other minds we blow
love.
dove.
shove?
****?
hoho, we even love lovers glow.

Raspy voiced
human ****
so they think
not the women
but unabiding fake Christians
the kind some of us Muslims want to omit
so we hear who "Christians" who speak all
sorts of complicated sophistications
everywhere
God will punish them
for being sacrilegious
so says the Koran?
For your eyes only
belong to the greyness
of a multitude of eyes
staring at
or basking in glory
son
to be anointed though, too?

That was a scenic route
enough to tout
now about
something on James Bouton
and the movie 3 Coins
in the Fountain
though.
Wo Wo kicks kicks
Illinois might sign Quinn
Nottingham
That character here at the VA -
Packingham
Would turn over in his grave,
at the home of the brave
T-shirt
and how not to fight
with Squirt
Smith
As in that's the man and the myth.
This poem might be insane
but just to talk of the game would
have been insane

Jennifer Capriati
I know you don't look snotty
I hope you're not hotsy-totsy,
since I plan on meeting
you
when I become famous too,
just for an interview
for some magazine
or even on the mezzanine
of Yankee Stadium.
You'd ne so so dumbfounded.
I want you bad
You're healthy and robust
You make me happy not sad
even if you open
the door
and don't take you robe off
and say hauntingly
you're not bored
and look supple and soft
and offer up your autograph
while being aghast
and with being hintingly say nothing to scathe
me off the map.
I've got your picture on my wall
you look like you'd be a ball
I read on the internet where you got busted
but I can tell you're to be trusted.
Enough of my fantasies, insights, and desire.
You're one of the all-time greats of tennis
and nothing like love for hire.
Knowing you're in the world
Makes me love you like never before

Limericks won't do
a sketch or two is too cool
when there's a fool messin' with you.
The point is
nothin' else lives
to him
for it's a sin
life in us except with him
you've got to have machoness in your repertoire
or they'll label you a sis.
That's when you being to feel something's amiss
and that's with him you've gone too far
so regroup
digest his ****
even if it's a bunch of bull
and comes up for more or else you'll drown
in an abyss
and be worries about just what is
a junior miss
fool - drip?
this is a diff.
what's the diff?
along as you, don't get his syph?

Wish bone offense
umbrella defense
There's an instant replay in the left,
900 wooden horses on the right,
marching in time
to the little people in the stands,
big people actually,
rooting on their team.
Let's hear it for "the boy".
Let's give "the boy" a hand
all the woodchopper's ball
though,
or what?

I don't know if anyone
looks that qualified
I ko know
that rough parts of my
poetry might qualify.
and an occasional charity card
is worth saving
just in case I become famous
and go back on life for fun
and the used wrappers
let me know that latest paper back is right for ***
and the rest of the stuff
insane for men
even Ken can old daycare apartment with
and add in a pocket full of miracles
too.
the parse water have
you fine for periodical
come in clear too
and warm

Lean on
Dream on
Gleam on
Scream on
Ream on
Team on
All gone
in the Algonquin
Yeah Juan
and John
and an ex-con
and the man called the Fonz

Sanchez and Frazier sound like keys
Tate and Judge got me on my knees
Though
They know so much about Tree's blow
Five o'clock high
And Greg Bird is hitting now
into the sky
The spring training
what with late afternoon day games,
not reminding me of a veteran
remains
and even Mason Williams
could be used
even if Aaron Hicks
blows a fuse,
there.
All is fair...

John Drill,
hiding atop the brill building,
afraid of being thrilled
by the cousin bill,
make out her will
and then least
down to the ground
only to discover her now found
mounds by
atop a wooden marijuana
hacher!
how far out
that I didn't turn this
into some ***** minded some
about Joan getting reigned
in the scene
at a taxi cab stand
underneath the ticket ****
by tape worms.
Sicicok ****!

Aguiyo
Pacquio
Shania
Mariah
Shenequet
Kennekuk
Lend a hand
But take a message to Maria?
Shania you handle it?
and Mark Aguirre?
Maybe
He's wiry enough
Hank wasn't

Stefani, Gwen,
I know you got the sen sen
And me Sturies, Charles
I hope you think I'm darling
If you even know who I am
Also hope with resistance
You eke out an existance
That will lack in indifference
Over me,
Over me,
Over me.

I like the abruptness

of hard rock,

don't get me wrong,

and the nifty shift in rhythms

it creates.

But over and over this staccato

beat - it seems like they're

just repeated those 2 lines

by Led Zep - Whole lotta love,

whole lotta love, do what they want

for everybody to just start

making love, and never stop.

Maybe they meant in an

ephemeral way

though - I wanna be

open minded for me

City lights talk to me
as I travel through the night
on the interstate
by car, by bus
or as I can see on a train
or from an airplane looking down.
Even the lights and so forth
of small cities, towns, small towns, and villages
that I travel through
speak to me.
A dirt road on a farm
or small town highways
and roads as they talk.
Yeah New York City and
the character it has of its own
at night especially
and driving the van with the cops honking
and people streaming
into the streets.
Yeah looking up at the jet airlines
at night as they talk to one with
their lights twinkling
This is soul to me, especially
Cleveland at night
and the Baltimore Bethany at night
and looking at the nooks and
crannies of big city ghettos
as you pass though on a
Greyhound during the day and night.
Yeah the chills you can get
especially at night
and daydreaming that
the 2 songs - Hot Child in the City
by Nick Gilder and You
Belong to the City by Glen Frey
as you waltz through big city
streets especially at night
thinking you're a tough
guy with epilepsy or something as you start
shaking or a been-around
drugster like I fancy myself

You got a real gift in your personality
and your self-assuredness has a nice air of familiarity about it
You lend a helping hand
but don't mind helping people learn to help themselves on self bland
You're nice and handsome
but not hardboiled about it or hateful like Charles Manson
You dress unique
but it all looks like it came from a nice male boutique
I bet you're a real understanding policeman
and policed the streets like a real policeman
You're a quality nurse
and don't walk around looking like
you're about to appear wearing a male purse
Good luck!
That's my opinion, anyway, me or Chuck
not as in race riot starting
but some Chucks do their share of farting
I think.
Wink!

As Reba McIntire says,
the heart is a lonely hunter.
but the lonely sea is its spear
So we go and dive into the sea
seeking to ride out our loneliness
till we hunt no more with our heart
In other words, at least here in America
we have a phrase like
from sea to shining sea in one of our songs
God Bless America
Loneliness is a state of mind
where we're fooking for a sign
to explain the times
as if the line in the cave analogy
of Plato's Republic
represents a fife and death matter
for alf of us
all the time
(not that all of us know about Plato)
and house the loneliness.

An icky flophouse in downtown
LA,
The Astor Hotel- a famous New
York City Hotel,
The hotel breslin in midtown south
In N.Y.- an out of the way one
A rusty- watered motel room late at
Night on a lonely stretch of the
Jursey Pike,
A run down drive in Chapagin I stayed
In with a 'Girlfriend' so we could do it.

I really liked Yummy, Yummy, Yummy, I Got Live in my Tummy
by the Ohio Express
Nice is Nice and Green Tambourine
by the Lemon Pipers
Simple Simon
by the 1910 Treatgum Company -

They all has sorta sweet jumpin' melodies compared to that of sing-songy hard rock
I liked the bubblegum rock of Jessica Simpson when she was in her heyday singing-wise
and as far as bubblegum soul I liked the Jackson 5, the Sylvias, the Jets, and the Five Stairsteps, and Cubie, especially their song Oh Child.

Yeah, teenagers back then - I thought they were both charming and happy-go-lucky and not that much into the mournful dirges of my own generation like Let It Be and Hey Jude by the Beatles.
All this war and economic oppression is bad enough as it is.
Why add insult to injury with depressing music?

Like when my best friend
signed a 1049 (volunteering on a form) for Vietnam
rather than volunteering out loud
like he was giving in to the paper tigers
lifers
when mother and father both died,
when my wife scolded me when
we were going together for having
kinda like a girlfriend
at a summer job on Cape Cod
when James Brown died
when a black car here
at the Danville VA more or less
so seemed to me
to be accusing me of racism
at the beauty of patriotism
I've noticed periodically in my life.

Underwood
If I could I would -
what, make love to her?
no, rhyme something with Underwood
besides could and would
nice pegs
and in nice legs
pretty face
as in mitch and lace
to me
you see
talented as in a career
we know all the rest!

you alert me to when someone is
trying to put me down and tell me what
to do
you buck me up with a secret signal
body language wise when you can
tell i'm depressed
you know i'm relieved to see you.
you know I like to speak but
it doesn't have to be first
you know I admire you.
like I say I like your odor or what
I imagine your odor to be
and your clothes and your build
I've already said
finally I like to pretend
I have someone of the opposite
*** like you specifically to rely
in again.
if I entrust you with your
gut feeling about such and
such what would you do?
if I let you know that I apming well
influenced you to the nta degree what would
you do?
if I let you snow how you can fall shoelessly
in life easily like me what would you do?
If I let you know I love your bluntness
with me about aspects of me what would you do?
if I let a slew of people know that
i'm impressed with their taste inspire
of them being name preppy and socall
compare maybe what would they do?
if I let Donald Trump know i'm envious
of his snacking out his neck for the U.S.
what would he do?
when a medical professional might let
me know that "that's not good" about
connecting "wrong with me" and that all about
me do I still consider them as reassuring
me that they're concerned about my in
ground health?
if I got "secret pills" know that I feel
there's awesome love retrilen us what
would they do?
so much for that

We'll hear about this
With the power of the fist
Some of the HIC Troubadours
white, carry the concept
of right on
too far.
Make it to Wade
Through a bunch of crap
and try to act like a card
not a bard.
If some of the simps
impersonating
Vietnam vets
would stop acting out,
I wouldn't feel like
I was along with myself
another boxing bout.
Let there be light
LBJ practically said-
it turned out he was right
about the left
as in a cert
they were too restrained about
bombing Handi and
halphone harbors
don't be hesitant
about arbors.

My once again "girlfriend" (black chick)
makes me think of things of the lectors in
white heads philosophy
Janet Jackson makes me think of the
residence in Einstein's theory of relating
in unusually **** black
secretary
here at the hospital makes
me thinking of the hard rocks, how they compare,
and their essence
Marilyn Monroe makes me think of
the "spirit of 76" at the beginning of
the local 4th of July parade in Champaign
and the ways and where fires or
the 3 figures
Pave Prentiss I find hard to compare
to Pinifela Evan in looks although
they look alike in the face to me.
and soon!

And that's the glory
The story
Of Washington Post sports writer Shirley Povich.
You might ask
What makes great
Sports writers
Like **** Young
And Phil Pepe
And Dan Daniel
I'd say it has nothing
To do with gals
Names Laurie
But  knowing when
To mention
When it's even gory.
Joe Falls of the Patriot free press
Whose coma was in the old
Sporting news was my favorite
But now, I like local stuff
Put out by a couple of sport writers
Down at the Danville conference
News-Chad dare and Marvin Holman

The San Francisco Giants,
The san Francisco doggie dinner
Hot dog stand city wide chain,
Sausalito
Letterman Army Hospital,
The presidio,
Filmore West,
The family dog 'Kiddie' rock
Concert hall,
The Berkeley Quad,
The cable car,
Etc.
San Francisco is an ideal place
Fot a honeymoon
And yeah the tune
But Tony Bennett
As well as Cal Berkeley student
Senate,
Mario Saucedo the folk hero food giver
A wayne
Eric Hoffer the blind longs more man
Philosopher turned,
Who probably wanted to be sailick.

Roast pork and mashed potatoes
with pork gravy on both,
biscuits and gravy,
chicken and noodles,
beef and noodles,
spaghetti
roast turkey and mashed potatoes
with turkey gravy on both,
BBQ chicken,
polish sausage
filling tasty
and that'll put hair
on your chest.
good grub,
sure a little fatening
but it'll make you tuff.
smother it with
onions
and watch it disappear those bunions
I don't know
whether it's down home
but it'll stop you
from wanting to roam.

I do like home-made burgers, the kind that our mothers used to make on Saturday night that even though they put hair on the chest - I felt like I had enough of that.

I like cook-out burgers straight-up, though.

I like the Big Mac. It's easy to get down.

I love the Whopper! It's so juicy cool.

I like the thick burgers that Hardees puts out, especially the baby-back rib one, even though the fat nauseated me and us Muslims aren't supposed to eat pork.

I like the mushroom and swiss, one of my favorite ones, it's got mushrooms.

I like the bacon cheeseburger. Once again, I shouldn't be eating the bacon, though.

Steak-n-Shake I'm unimpressed with, although I used to like their steak burgers with pickles and ketchup back when Steak-n-Shake was good, as well as their cheeseburger with 2 dill pickle spears and their lettuce-tomato burger used to be really tasty.

By the way, I'll throw in that I like the Chicago Dog much more that any old burger.

And that the bacon and cheeseburger is my favorite.

I want - no - not a live-in - girlfriend
Here at the VA - that's a real nono -
At least I've been told that - but some of my romantic interests coming to fruition,
A major breakthrough in Illinois football and basketball recruiting,
A good showing in football - maybe a bowl game -
And a terrific start to the U. of I. basketball season.
A good selection for new Yankee manager,
who suggests innovations
And some really good hot story line movies
If I have children - maybe one or two coming forth and claiming me
Some good luck for my sister Nancy
Continuous good health for both my sisters
Good health for my friends and no blows for them
Some special mail
My foster daughter Maria Elena  - writing another warm nice letter for me
All this plus four hard books for my sister to figure out how to order,
Three jazz CDs that might be rare, I don't know
Pharrah Sanders. Thad Levies and Elvin Jones
Three nicely cool CDs from an "affluent" friend
As usual a $100 gift card to where I buy my CDs
And maybe a few nice surprises
I hope it's a very special Christmas for me
Just like the above.

They sought
across the meridian
They even came from the Caribbean
and have made ink in the Tribune
Prime mover
better than Herbert Hoover
better than the Grand Cooley Dam
they has all sorts of Jam
Who are they?
Indiana blooded
but not *****
from great tribes
but not trying to hide
or get in another side
The number one selling book
Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee
by Dee Brown
and voices heard from the incident
by that name
despite these they still don't make a big deal
about a strain of blood
but to di they just probably don't want to go thee
in the mud
of the king of blood
Immortal life
is on their minds
when, for example
they get that song line like me aimed at them
"Can music save your mortal soul"
Oh well some weird kind of projection.

Even the Harlem Globetrotters
are included
and James Brown
is not excluded
there might not be
only rebirth as in Hay P.
but lips aren't bad
now
and no old black woman
is considered a sow

Their hits are like top 40 country -
That's just as good as a flood of classic rock on top 40 FM stations.
Hits like they had in Cotton Candy (Hirt),
Last Date (Floyd Cramer)
and, I believe, Alley Cat (Bent Tafrie)
may sound trite and stale to real music outies
and long haves erudite and fascinating,
but nothing like keeping it simple, stupid,
like the infantry motto says -
and avoid all the affected esoterian in cult music circles.

Scenic view
Parkland Avenue
Parkland College
Parkland cop
Parkland High School,
Come into view
We'll sue the cop,
For being on top,
But more bloodshed,
Hohum.
Some more excitements?
Some more very serious up tightment!
Most of us are hardly bloodthirsty.

Yeltich
bewitchradish
Cromartis
comradeship
Jeter
big eater
DiMaggio
fragile
Ruth -
tooth
Mantle -
animal
Henderson
rendering
Cano
review
Bryant
sign in
Severine
ballerina
You get the picture.
I'm jealous and get a bitterness about all of them

To you Kelly,
bravo for your success
just as much as newly
reminding little ol me
of the finest in even newly
and teaching me him
to read a poem by Sherry
you smell so good.
your regure is exquisite
and you're probably at home
in the hood.
Your face has such grace
you as witt just wouldn't roam
and you probably know what is a kirutz.
you're such a pretty girl
I'd love to smooch with you
without haste
love, Mr. Charlie Sturies