On 11/16/15 at 4:45 p.m. near 338a Main St., a Hackensack Police Dept. patrolman in car #107 slowed his vehicle down to text on his computer
which he had positioned on the passenger side of the vehicle.  While
using his right hand to use the computer his left hand was on the window slot of the driver's side door.  Keep in mind now that no hands were on the steering wheel and the patrol car was still in motion.  When I mentioned to the driver "no texting while driving officer."  He then turned to face me and stated "*******."  Then he drove away.  This was the most unprofessional act of an uniformed officer that I have ever witnessed Here

in hackensack.

You're giving me ideas
Know what I mean?
We say "it's in the genes."
Then play before lunch

I've been dreaming of you for years
Drunk on the seesaw
Neon salt water taffy
It's checkers for me babe

Clara Bow movie star looks
But, prettier than that, fairer
Dancing at the celebration
I grab your *** like I own it

You in pictured pigtails and me
Not ready to chase golfballs just yet

pop that cork
let's celebrate

cheers

Underdog was a pill popper.

I'm sorry
I didn't mean to trick you
into believing that life might
have an ugly side
no, no, no

Life is nothing but sunshine and butterflies
Watch as they flutter
Against blue sky
And the greens of trees and grasses
Yes, that is nice

Life is a wonderful place
Where
All the happy clowns dance and smile
And there is a pony just for you
On your special day

Because little girls
Always get what they wish for
And a dream only stays a dream
Until the wish becomes fulfilled
Because that' is life

Double ones deserve at least that,
to know that nothing could ever harm them
And that everything is grand
A never-ending happiness
with double rainbows

rusty roses
once were blue
red or yellow
pink ones too
  
not delivered
to the one
young true lover
having fun
  
always meant to
spark a fire
for your eyes would
then alight
  
never got to
show my love
never had
my turtle dove
  
sorry that I
never sent
the rusty roses
meant for you

I wanna be your gizmo baby
Handheld all purpose device
Fool with me all you want to baby
Touch me!  That's so nice!

Touch my buttons  Plug me in
Charge my battery
Touchscreen touch me soft and easy
Let me know that you are nice

I wanna be your gizmo baby
Handheld [all] purpose device
Let me help you  All I can do
Baby, you're so nice

Fool with me all you want to baby
Touch me!  That's so nice!

Tell me Tell me
Just how am I to know
If you don't tell me

Hear me Hear me
Won't you run up and save me now
pretty lady

Touch me Touch me
Let me feel your 'lectricity
C'mon Lady

See me See me
See even more, get to know me
Lovely lovely

Want me Want me
Just like I love you
You, my Lady, Pretty Lady

Let me Let me
Give you all you need
All my loving, All my loving

Pretty Lady Love

In one strike
In a split second of time
Heaven turns into a hell

The tumbleweeds
spread the seeds
of the sagebrush

I had a conversation with my
fence the other day.
And hear now what it said
Never worry about the things that went
wrong yesterday.  There is no way to make
up for it.  But, always learn from it.  That
is what mistakes are for.  Mistakes are
part of the learning process.  That is
why we make mistakes.  So that we can
learn.  Learning by error.  That is what
humans do.  They/we err.  We/us make
mistakes so that we can learn.  Learning
is good.  Ergo erring is good.  If we don't  
err we won't learn.  Technicians err.
Scientists err.  Doctors err.  Leaders err.
Teachers err.  Editors find typo errors.  If we
never learn, life would be bliss.  For
ignorance is a happy place or so they say.
Whoever They are have never learned, or
they wouldn't be so **** happy.  I see
them all the time.  Laughing.  Smiling.  Happy.
I've learned so much.  I am a miserable son
of a *****.

Maybe someday I will be like Vazetti and Sacco
Perch'io non spero
to spend the rest of my years
with people acting on lies about me/despising me

My cries are that of the desert wolves
The ones that tried to warn me
The ones that tried to save me
By ending my existence

I can't explain it either
It's just the way the ball in my pen rolls
Try to rock and roll yourself to heaven
But I don't wish for the mustangs run at night

So I cry a song of loneliness;of emptiness and want
of the hunger and the heartaches
All I can do is pray
With my arms around you

Is where I want to be
With my arms around you
Everything else is non sequitur
With my arms around you

I will make it go away
With my arms around you
I will make it stay
With my arms around you

On a mound or on the moon
With my arms around you
In a march or in the month of June
With my arms around you

And taste your sweet deliciousness
With my arms around you
buon anno, fly into my heart and nest
With my arms around you

And I'll be the man in my woman's arms
With my arms around you
There isn't any other way I'd like to play
With my arms around you

Get in here today Maybe someday I will be like Vazetti and Sacco
Perch'io non spero
to spend the rest of my years
with people acting on lies about me/despising me

My cries are that of the desert wolves
The ones that tried to warn me
The ones that tried to save me
By ending my existence

I can't explain it either
It's just the way the ball in my pen rolls
Try to rock and roll yourself to heaven
But I don't wish for the mustangs run at night

So I cry a song of loneliness; of emptiness and want
of the hunger and the heartaches
All I can do is pray
With my arms around you

Is where I want to be
With my arms around you
Everything else is non-sequitur
With my arms around you

I will make it go away
With my arms around you
I will make it stay
With my arms around you

On a mound or on the moon
With my arms around you
In a march or in the month of June
With my arms around you

And taste your sweet deliciousness
With my arms around you
buon anno, fly into my heart and nest
With my arms around you

And I'll be the man in my woman's arms
With my arms around you
There isn't any other way I'd like to play
With my arms around you

Get in here today

I remember in the fourth grade the teacher would tell us that ain't wuddint a word.  Is now.

In Rolling Stone, the magazine
There was an ad that intrigued me
In eighty-four or eighty-five
Find out the day that you will die

I sent away, so curious
To know my fate, mysterious
The answer was so serious
It left me most delirious

Send in your name and date of birth
We'll tell you when you meet your fate
I told them Feb of '58
They wrote me back, Hey that sounds great

They said they'd have to look it up
Said it takes time, don't hurry us
Now listen closely, this is true
They said I died in '62

I said "what that can not be true"
They replied "yes, it is you"
We don't know how you're still alive
If you're still here, you'll never die

Give us the name, one of your friends
We'll tell you when their life will end
I sent the name in of my lover
Whom was married and a mother

They wrote me back the exact date
Of my lover's awful fate
Don't be scared but, it came true
I died inside when my love flew

Ev'ry word of this is true
There is not much that I can do
Just waiting for a life that's new
Existing here since '62

I did not fib, I will not lie
Some killers have already tried
To end my merely self existence
Yes, I'm dead, please keep your distance

Overheard from George Jetson
"That Rosie was a real ****-bot.  Always
being tossed around like a tin can.  They
used to really put the metal to that one.
Treating her like the scrap metal from
which she was recycled."

JANE STOP THIS CRAZY THING!

desolation paws
redhead crawls, maiden frowning
blushing, prattling

Those **** palestineans
They always start
with the throwing of the rocks

They throw the rocks at the people
and they throw the rocks at the cars
and the windows and they break the glass

And then the rocks aren't good enough
They gotta go out and get the guns

And then the guns aren't good enough
They have to throw the hand grenades

Then the hand grenades aren't good enough
They go and make the car bombs

Then the car bombs aren't good enough
They go and make a bigger bomb

Then THAT bomb isn't good enough
They gotta make a nuclear bomb

And if THAT thing goes off
Oh, for goodness sakes!

In a green field
with the sunset
on a cabin
with the logs on
and the horses
in the prairie
and the cows
in the barn
\took my rifle
to fight for freedom
took my gun
and shot them down
for my country
For Our Freedom
took my gun
and shot them down

joylessly howling
fools exhilarate, gloating
smiling silver crag

I'm a handheld all-
purpose device please hold my
hand and treat me nice

Imagine this man, my father or dad
Would guilt trip his children, this story's so sad
Takes half a weeks pay, waves it under their nose
Demands that we write him or the check it will go
  
You crazy old man, you make me so blue
Do you even remember how you made me so *******
Pay attention, a lesson I've learned, so will you
You only get back what you give, here's to you
  
You told me when I was a lad of thirteen
Don't come around I have other family
I don't need them getting confused nor upset
Just leave us alone, the skunk is our pet
  
Or how 'bout the time I was just only three
When the neighborhood mobster did ******* me
You told me "don't just sit there call up the police
But, I have to work so please excuse me"
  
Or how 'bout the time that along with my sister
You let that bad man take his creepy **** pictures
Sue often referred to her dad as her dooshie
And he'll never know what she baked in her cookies
  
You think I don't know how you spoil your son
Normy gets all he can handle of mile high fun
Fine season tickets to all sporting events
For how many years now, since he was ten
  
I had a neighbor, competed with me
I'm sorry I troubled you, what did I think
That you cared?  That you tried?  Did more than nothing?
'Cause you're old now, your children, should they be so loving?
  
C'mon who ya kiddin'?  You had more than this comin'
You should have been locked up to protect my dear cousin
If you're all alone with no one and feel blue
What goes around finally came back to you

Way Way back in the day
With a top-hat in the shade
tents were pitched - seasons past
Way Way back when it was all a gas
I swear that at one time that it was
a crime, just to laugh

Well then you get a gun then
But it gets tougher than that
Down on Banta near Central
Here in Hackensack
and there's a choo-choo on every track
Hey don't waste your time spent talkin' to Jack
and there's a weasel in the henhouse
but we don't worry about that

Back when love was a crime
Way back when love was a crime

Open the ice-box take out some ice cream
We're going to play some ice hockey
And when all the fighting's done
Ice packs are what we will need
The ice cap has no lice, mice, rice
Heard Bo Bice's vice was dice
The ice age was a time not nice
Ice breaker or an ice-boat
They both let ships move forward
The ice that's in the ice-house
has icicles that formed
The baker's work is now complete
Icee or Italian ices
The icing's on the cake.  Too sweet?

You ***** girl
You ***** girl
You ***** girl
You ***** girl
  
You're just a crackhead
You bust your back yeah
You're just a buzz-face
Another duck-face
  
You let your guard down
You found a cold heart
You ***** your lovers
All in a blue shirt
  
Why do you have to
All is destroyed
I know you don't need
The meaning of the words
Why do you have to
Live where you sleep
And half the time
You don't even sleep a wink

Suzanne
I rode your car
But, it was too fast for me
You say you'd like me to feed your trees
Then, take your hat off sister
If you please
I told you about Elvis, *** bars, and kings
But you didn't want
To listen
Had to fight your own wars
Bragg about
Your male ******
So, come here now
Girl, knock down your trees
And you can come here
Doll, just listen to me
So, won't you come here doll
And listen to me
You can come here
Now, to feed the trees  
Suzanne
I rode your car
But, it was too fast for me

one little poem
can heal a hurt
one little poem
in the pocket of a shirt

a shirt that's ripped
with a spot of dirt
has a poem in its pocket
that could heal a hurt

a hurt can't heal
if a heart can't hear
the words of the poem
that create the cure

the cure for the hurt
it begins with a verse
but you need to read the words
so the cure can be heard

be heard all ye poets
check the pocket of your shirts
and speak of the poem
that can heal a hurt

a hurt can be healed
by the power of a verse
one little poem
in the pocket of your shirt

She doesn't like musicians
Calls herself the Josephine
Cut through to her smile
and you will see how she is, mean
A threat to those in A.C.
Playing ***** with machine
Some airhead playing samurai
in only a bikini

She doesn't like musicians
"You know what I think of them?" she asks
I just keep myself tight
as I try to forget the past
Then, she winks at me as to raise her chair
and I am mesmerized by blondness
Blinding me, her hair
and she takes me down and slays me
as I lie here

She doesn't like musicians
Football' swhere it's at
"I think I'll love my brother" she says
But, I don't tip for coffee and chat
and we both just leave it at that
Then, I think that this it it
The last time
and I think that she got in the last laugh
And I know she had the first

A ball of ice and fire
Floating around in space
Sunlight or darkness
You don't choose for that

We are the earthlings
The current residents
I've got to thinking
What we are at that

We are the Earth (Think about it)
It's what we are
We are the earth
It says so in the stars

We are the Earth
Listen near and far
For I'll tell you a story
That isn't full of yarn

THE CYCLE OF LIFE

The seed goes into the earth
The earth goes into the seed
The seed becomes a plant
On that is what we feed
And when we're dead and done
And our souls are finally freed
We go back to what we ate from
We are what we eat
Six feet underneath
The worms then eat
The body becomes the earth
A new child is born
The cycle happens again

The love poem is written
for somebody special
The one you truly care about
in life

And only that one

And only that
one true somebody
should be the only
one to read the love poem

And no one else

For who else could
ever know
what it is about

Love

I remember prenatal
The feeling of warmth
And mother puking
  
I remember six weeks old
And mother throwing me
Down a flight of stairs
  
I remember one
When mother threw me
Out of her VW's sunroof
  
I remember year two
When her mobster
Boyfriend ***** me
  
I remember three
When I was locked
In the basement with the rats
  
I remember four
And moving
to Nevada
  
I remember five
and Kennedy
Dying
  
I remember six
And learning
Sin
  
I remember seven
And learning
Heaven
  
I remember eight
Mother beat me
With a belt buckle
  
I remember nine
and lying there
Dying
  
I remember
Mother
Happy mother's day

Little killers
one, two, three...
Learning all the letters

Little killers
one, two, three...
guessing for the answers

Killing sibling's learning man
A game once we did play
You learn to spell or die
Okay?  The old fashion way

soft imprisoned snails
emerging, thus escaping
the frowning decay

An Open Letter to the Governor of New York
and the Mayor of New York City.

Dear Sirs,

Why is it, year after year, you two insist upon keeping the sales
of the miracle herb cannabis in the hands of criminals. Do you Not
know the infrastructures that so desperately need to be repaired
could be financed by a state and city sales tax of this wonder-kind plant.
But, no!  You keep letting criminals gain power by letting them have all the profits.  Dear sirs, please open your minds for a moment. A state and city run controlled cannabis operation would not only generate enough income for bridge and tunnel repairs but, also aid in the education system. Most important if you legalize the miracle herb, you could have the police concentrate on the larger problem which is 5th graders hooked on ****** for LIFE! If you cannot see the progress this would create then, you surely have kickbacks from criminals. Allowing these lowlife **** to continue to reap profits from illegal sales is just plain insanity and a criminal act in itself. Please stop giving criminals power. And concentrate on the Real issues.

Thank you in advance,

A Poet

I was out, looking all night
In a time that it felt right
Could have stayed in and slept tight
Couldn't go on with it, this life
  
Now I know in the twilight
Gorgeous blondes, Yeah, they looked tight
But, their plans had me fist fight
That idea in a dogfight
  
Stoli made with fruits and berries
Gave me thoughts of that girl, Liz Cherry
So close to connect, burr
Got the chills, then just left
  
Waiting to find someone young, like you
Finding the wait for young, someone like you
Can't buy the bait no more;  Don't need a clue
Waiting to find her young, someone like you

She was a dizzy little girl.
When I met her at the age of five years old.
My mother would tell me "Stay away
from that little girl, she's dizzy.  Watch her
running around in circles.  She is always running
around in circles.  Look at her, how she is
running around.  Running around and around
and around.  Going around in circles.  She's
making herself dizzy.  Watch her she's gonna
fall down if she keeps on running around in
circles like that.  Dizzy little girl.  Stay away
from her."  And as she ran around in circles
she would shout things out incoherently.

One day she came over to my yard and
introduced herself.  I don't recall what I had
said to her but it must had upset her because
she beat me up over it.  Then I didn't see her
for a period of around six weeks.

When she was seven she came over and
we went into my room.  She showed me
her thing and I stuck her and she screamed.
Then her daddy broke in and kicked my
five year old *** all the way into the closet.  
I think by the age of ten I had divorced her.
That Las Vegas girl.

Cowgirl
I wish I had heard you
Pleading for my help
Not knowing you needed my side
Goodbye

I saw a six-year-old girl turn
foothills into rainbows
Anything can happen

free pigeon frets some
exaltation roaming loud
eagle chirps charcoal

Am I your heel?
Am I your sole?
  
The weight of your walk
Each step, so bold
  
You tread
All over me
  
With your daddy's gold
Your gait, a story in itself
  
So successful
Given everything you have
  
Such a power
Usurping other halves with ease
  
So cold, the stones
You walk on
  
Like the pre-dawn
Mist of a winter's solace
  
The stronger the love
The harder the hurt
  
The thicker the blood
The further the spurt
  
The further you run
The stronger the dirt
  
Do you even have a soul?
Could it ever be healed?

When I look to the night sky

When I look to the night sky
Leaving the panic world behind
In the dominion of starry nigh
I travel to the galaxies so high

Stars are dim in the moon light
Goddess Moon is on the throne
Her majesty is on the height
And the surrounding glows bright

Every star has its cosmic world
Too different than the earth
Which looks pensive and absurd?
As no groans and pains are heard

All are busy in their specific role
And they never fatigue
To locate their concerned goal
Neither they stay nor they stroll

I was in the romantic shroud
But the groans of my world
Explodes the balmy veil of cloud
When someone calls my name aloud



To a Butterfly

O' short lived butterfly
Ye live forever in the dale of beauty
Spreading about the rainbow of colours
Thy honeydew makes saline moments
Of the spectator, sweet and manna
When thy reflection in his eyes
Gets a forever protection…
Monarch like expedition do you make
From country to country
Crossing the boarders of brooks
Meadows, deserts and spiky paths
And occupy the states of gloomy hearts
Diurnal ye are as a man
But stop! There's a wide gulf
Ye console the weary heart in the long run
He grants weary heart to the consoled one



Materialism….

He is not just a countryman of mine
Even we have a same boundary line
But many years turned into history
Our looks remain a part of mystery


Hunter…

To brothel Cyprian goes
And priest to the Church
What's there for them
They are in search

Tis' a Chance that evaluates

In the game of luck and doom
There is crash there is boom
Some win without action
Some actions lack reaction
Some fall in exertion
Some succeed in desertion
Some defeat in holding seat
Some triumph in their beat
Tis' a chance that evaluates
Success and defeat are just baits

A bird at port authority
has no wings
he just sits there
whimpering
because he has no wings

He can not fly
so he hops
for his food
and he dances a soft shoe
for his tips

A disabled american
picks him up
I will be your wings
says the vet
but, we can not fly

He hides the bird
in his coat
as he pays the fare
to go through the tunnel
into jersey

In ridgewood, rutherford,
passaic, and paterson
and other train/bus stations
the bird dances for vets of one nation
but, only one vet gets drunk on that

Las Vegas is a suckhole
it will take away everything you have

your money
your house
your wife
your horse
your mind
everything

People living in the 1940's realized this
and many avoided temptation

But, as the years passed
the urge to purge grew
and [politicians] saw a way for their'
states to make money [by taxing casinos]
and legislation was soon passed
For more casinos

Now there are more poor people being
made in the U.S.A.
than ever before

Detroit laid off everyone yesterday
as businesses by businesses Closed

But, you can still go to the game

or the casino

I got a lot of sht in my heart
The doctor says it needs to come out
He said he wants to open me up
Scrape this and that. cut off a valve or two
and replace them with plastic parts
Put in a stent or two to make me feel brand new

I got a lot of sht in my heart
I guess it's from all the crap I never let enter my head
Because I did not want to become brain damaged
So somehow it wound up here, in my heart instead
It's easier to replace a heart than a brain
It's a lot less expensive to too

I got a lot of sh*t in my heart
And all I have to blame is you

The government sealed up freedom the other day
I guess the reason, so it wouldn't get away
They put up a smoke screen so we'd laugh at Tina Fey
All the while stepping in to take it all away
  
They bought the banks and businesses from Frisco to New York
And look who's talking through the mic, the biggest world-wide dork
Face the facts and slap your *** 'cause we're now communists
They'll be no more retirements for The United States Socialists
  
I know it's pretty uglier but, we just watch t.v.
Instead of getting off our duffs to keep our country free
As long as we have video games and blue-ray DVD's
Does anybody give a **** that we're all new commies
  
We let this happen to ourselves; Now tell me how could we
Pay six hundred million daily to our enemies  
And tell me Bill how you're still free when you averred on t.v.
"I set a time bomb to explode/implode economy"
  
These men in power, please agree, are quite sickening
They've made a mired mockery of a land that once was free
How can one be a capitalist when the country owns the banks
I'm ready to reload my gun, those ******s need thanks
  
copyright 2008 1 Armed Poet

robin williams' ghost goes into a ghost bar
the announcer announces him
"ladies and gentlemen please welcome
the newly arrived robin williams' ghost"
{The audience is dead silent}
robin williams ghost speaks "whoa, tough
crowd, must be a lot of zombies here tonight
anyway frankenstein goes into a bar
the bartender sees him and says
"we don't serve your kind"
frankenstein is like "huh"
the bartender replies
"you heard me, we don't serve your kind
you wanna drink, go to the monster bar
two blocks down, big sign, monster, bar"
frankenstein turns and as he is walking away
shakes his head and sighs "always the same thing
go to the monster bar, go to the monster bar.""

I'm still a teen
I cry and scream
I'm seventeen
at fifty-three

The anger pains
they still remain
rain fills my brain
hurts like a train

I jump the tracks
It breaks my back
to still be here
in hackensack

Can someone say
it goes away
or that it stays
forever, eh?

My mind it seems
has cheated me
makes me believe
I'm seventeen

So where is she
the one I knew
the one I thought
would be so true

I'm seveteen
I cry and scream
I'm still a teen
at fifty-three

Like the egg
Some of us get

HARD BOILED

Timing
really is
important
at least
some of the time
and I think none of us
would like to wind up
like that

Cracked
in a *** of steam

Thirty-six years ago
Singing in the rain
My mind filled with dreams of singing inside

Somewhere
Maybe should have left that dream
Dream somewhere
Maybe somewhere
Like on a Winnipeg farm
Somewhere

Then I left my dream
Somewhere
I fought in secret wars for my country
Somewhere
But, there is no record of it
Anywhere

But, Somehow I managed to glean other dreams
with some (of them) having every color of the rainbow
I guess that that would be all of the colors
Not all the colors are true

I've been told to watch my timbre
How can I see what belongs to the ear?
So, I tell them where to put their pulgar
and number ten my amplitude
  
Here goes
  
Go Ahead and chuck-up Miss Bulimia
You're running way too high
Like A12 hertz
I haven't hit and absolute since high school
and that one came with too much f**ng dirt
  
The true witch, Miss Bulimia
With pendulums for breast
Wanted to entrapped me, slap
Some bracelets 'round my fists
  
I never could paste saccharin on to dog ****
And if I could it would not change the taste
I hope you find the one you want
Someone that never catches you
While I sit here
and slash both of my wrists
  
Cutting is such a natural, no frills high
Doesn't cost you much
But you could die
Better than a drug
You bleed your heart
every time you remember
how it starts
  
A dream
  
of love
  
gone
  
forever
  
Goodbye Miss Bulimic USA
You never could be true is what you said
Still living in a lie
If you got fat, you'd probably die
A head that gives
Is only just a head
Make fun of me
But, wait until I'm dead

Ode to the Beat Writers (haiku)                                                                           5.21.10
                                                                                                         by David Ehrgott



And the beat goes on
The keyboard is holy
And the beat goes on




Am Sent.                     Ode to Glare



I'm gonna hide my eyes from the sun with shades today if, that's okay.

I am wealth

I am abundance

I am joy

Mary had a little lamb.
"So What!" she snootedly stated to the vegan.