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 remember days of struggle
eking by by working my ***
off in some fact'ry and going
ten more bucks in debt every
month before the oilmen
declared war on humanity
and the white MAN could not
take this **** Any more so he
quit and 50 million illegals
that were here against the law
were given citizen-ships and
allowed to stay because they
wanted to work (for less than
anyone else would)

as we were all tricked into
supporting our enemies in war

by the american media because
they were told to do so

such nice t.v. scumb-bags
always doing what they are told

Mommy,
When is daddy coming home?
He's out of town, on business
No, you can't phone
Play your Atari
Leave your brother alone
\Daddy, oh daddy
Is mommy dead?
We don't know yet, darling
Now, just go to bed
\Children, oh children
don't breath the air
No, no, don't touch that
That parcel's not cleared
\Our armies and air force
Will fight over there
It's war now, dear children
Be brave and don't fear

Down on Atlantic Avenue
The archaic boys at Rocco's
are ready to rumble
  
Three blocks down
at the 7-11
The swishee machine is broken
  
Silence rules
The salty ocean breezes
Unable to turn the darkened misery clouds away
as the tour bus heads home
with melancholy

This is the story of Jennifer Rune
Thought she could carry a tune
Sang for a dollar, a dance, or a light
Down at the old Purple Moon
  
Handing her flowers and pushing his mite
Dapper man, Harry D. Sykes
He clowned around with her, dancing all night
Under the colorful lights
  
Saturday night they would line up the block
Waiting to dance, with delight
All the king's horses, with all of their gear
Wanting the queen of the night
  
Enter a girl at the old Purple Moon
Butter Jane Mary Moonlight
You'll never hear her name mentioned again
Look for it, don't look for it twice
  
One night a girl with a rose at the Moon
Promised ol' Harry a flight
Spinning in air while the room settled in
Floating with eyes upon eyes
  
Lifting her gently, they floated in air
Forever being in glide
Never not knowing they both were the one
For each other, for life  
  
Jennifer Rune cut a tooth at The Moon
What comes around went around twice
She's growing old at the old Purple Moon
Harry and Mary are tied
  
You too, can come to the old Purple Moon
It's down on Prospect, near Vine
Open 'til two o'clock during the week
Three o'clock Saturday night

Tomorrow, fate might find me
Tomorrow, I could live in bed
Tomorrow, I might find my true love
Or regret all that I've said
\Yesterday, when I was looser
Yesterday, knew why I wept
Yesterday, so cold and lonely
Oh! I'm glad it's finally spent
\Today is now, and when it finds me
Hopefully, I'll be with you
Today is now, and never lonely
Now that I am beside you

I've got a hole in my sock monkey heart, won't you heal it for me please.

She's right smack dab
                in the middle of it
They are bombing all her neighbors

Why?

As I sit here feeling helpless

Useless

There is nothing I can do

Here

So far away from

There

So far away from her

There there my new found friend
My love
My dream

I have prayed for your safety
I have prayed to Yahweh
I have prayed to Abraham
I have prayed to Jonah

I pray to them all that God
will save you

It is all I can do
So all I do is
Pray
and hope that God can hear me

If you were gonna
Then you would have.
But, you didn't.
So, you weren't.

One Dollar
Nothing more
One Dollar
I fought in a war
Not one dime
nor a nickel
penny for a thought
that just plain tickles

One Dollar
I got a roll
One Dollar
A jug of water
One Dollar
One more day

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

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?

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

Love only in love don't love in hatred
or for sport as if it were a game to play

Love only in love it is not a contest
love is not something you win
it is something to have something to hold

Love only in love
It is not something to purchase/something to own
It is yours only when you give it away

Love only in love, do not waste it
Don't throw it away or toss it to demons
(Those that attempt to control)

Love only in love and you will then know only love

Run, lift, hop, skip and jump
Now's the time to have a fun thump
All men take off with their dames
To see who's best at the Olympic Games

6ix million guns sold in
7eventeen days
Another movie cutter
Murdered today

Who wisht this bloodshed
on the children of sandy?
Need a gun?
Your neighbor has one handy

On top it says aria
But, it's no electric
needed
Eleven pegs for just six strings
Its one half feels deserted

It's old and tarnished
Nicked and dinged
Worn frets
No shine
No gleam

But, through the years
has gleaned all that
I felt
The laughs
The tears
Truths, lies, and fears

My Music Box
It has a name
a solo in its own
Right to stand
So tall and strong
Behold!
It looks so

all alone

Mary had a little lamb.
As impossible as it sounds,
Brian Williams was there Live!
Witnessing this amazing event.

panorama spits
daintily, hard puddles howl
peacefully sluggish

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

Why do eggs always want to play chicken?

My babysitter ***** me
Tore up all my dreams
Tore up all my blue jeans
Beginning just to see
Was she really mean
To leave me licky clean
  
Looking for a golden heart in the wind
Looking for a golden heart in the wind
It doesn't matter where you've been
Looking for a golden heart in the wind
  
Want to make you smile
If you've been through the miles
Like I've been in my mind
When I see you, life's been kind
  
Looking for a golden heart in the wind
Looking for a golden heart in the wind
Doesn't even matter if you sin
Looking for a golden heart in the wind

The Pope Has Landed

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.

On this day
the twin teen
from the golden age

flies away

Some people play hard to get
Some people play nothing at all
Those people are are to get
And you can't hear them call
No, you can't hear when they call
  
Turn around now I'll give you a line
One that'll make you fall
You might think that I invented them all
And would you believe I'm tall
And you would believe I'm tall
  
I don't care if you've been around
It doesn't bother me at all
You're just a little circus clown
Going around and round and round
And down and down down down  
  
For your information I'm the king of mars
***** motels and all the bars
Well, listen now, I'm a big bad star
And would you like to drive my car
And you would like to drive my car
  
For those of you with your fluttering jaws
Going after birds with the dangerous claws
Well listen now now now, who got who
When your face is red and blue
And your face is red and blue
  
So, that's all for now I'm a gonna tell
Wishing that you're good and well
And in between the summer's fall
I'm a gonna tell them all
And you can too tell them all
Yeah, you can tell them all

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

There once was a word, I cannot say and
The letter they did blame for it was the letter K

Born bad from the start, she crossed her legs
The letter they did blame was the letter K

She crosses her legs, you can hear the grown men pang
She crosses her legs, yeah the letter K

If you see Katy, tell her not my name
That's the one that crosses, crosses her legs

Never blame the other letters, always blame the same
Put it all on the weighty legs of the letter K

The people know from one little teardrop can a mighty river flow.

Smurfette.  She hated that
As she laughed in the lights
at the Williams Center
That night in '04
Introduced to me by her co-star
But, we met before
at the stadium in '98
but, not THAT stadium
And we shared some together time
But, not that' way
And she asked me if I did drugs
And I said "No, I like the cure."
And I saw what she was doing
And she said  "C'mon try some."
And I saw the emptiness in her face
Then, a look of fear
Then, giggles
And I smiled but, I wasn't happy
Because I could tell that this loose cannon
Had limited time left
from the bones that stuck out of her skin
And I cried  "Eat something Please!"
"Oh, I'm alright." she replied
From the emptiness

I was having a conversation with the Gerber baby the other day. You know, the one on the jars. Interestingly enough, he simply would not stop giggling. You know and here I am trying to get an answer out of him. But, he would not budge. "What's so funny, baby?" I inquired. {giggles, giggling and more giggles.} Well! What is it? He's not talking. Maybe it has something to do with the peas and carrots or the applesauce. I just could not understand his incoherent dribbling. I guess the joke is on me. I just hope he doesn't make me wear any of it. Oh boy! is he a happy camper.

THE PODS
A Memoryrhyme
a capella
  
I Pod
You Pod
We Pod
She Pod
He Pod
They Pod
Her Pod
His Pod
My Pod
Your Pod
Their Pod
This Pod
That Pod

I was born in a town
In the U.S. of A.
I grew up in this town
Thought I could stay
  
Well I could, But I can't
Seems the times, they have changed
Can someone direct me
Towards english again
  
On the billboards I read
Everything's in Spanish
Bikini clad ladies
Men looking so mannish
  
I'm not on vacation
in Argentina
Though, some would think that
If they checked out the scenery
  
Excuse me Dear President
I don't mean to pry
But, ten million more what?
Who, when, how and why?
  
This changing of nation
Just has to stop
Can we open are eyes now
or are we on ***?
  
They talk about borders
in California
Then how is this happening
Here in New Jersey
  
I am not a hater
But, what the patader
Is happening here
In the country I love dear
  
I would like to move
Where the words are in English
Translations not needed
Too much of a request?

Little red robin
           in the hood
Bang Bang
            Shot him down
            Shot him down for good

Little little angel now
              doing what he should
Crazy!  Ain't we crazy now
              with vigilante justice

She looked at me and told me
she said "Your eyes are blue"
but, she really didn't have to tell me that

I looked at her and saw her eyes
They were blue and true
I just try to smile and look back

"Does something got your tounge?" she asks
Fat I sat there with panic attack

Think she was waiting for an "I'm Sorry"
But I don't ever want to tell her that

So I say "Hello"

"Hello?"  she comes back with "What
does THAT mean?"  We've already been
introduced to each other"

"I'm not playing these games" said so
demanding  I just love the way her
hair plays when she's dancing

Then she tells me I'm handsome
and all about the love
Plenty of it waiting for me
All I got to do is join up with these thugs
and we'll have all the money
that we need

but all I need is she

Walk down third ave, live and
you'll survive it.  Total insanity
Saw her one time and never could fight it
Especially when she's wearing her paint-on jeans

That's when I need she
That's when I need she

I told her "Your eyes are blue"
She said "You're just stupid"
I bet that dress is happy, how it hugs her
I wish hard that I could

She says "Davey get a clue
You know you're not getting younger
If there's something you can do
Do it now or I'll go wander

I told her all I need is she
All I need is she
And she is all I need

Lucky numbers, there are many floating in my head
I'm so lucky I am finally sharing all my bed
with the best friend I ever had

All I need is she
All I need is she
And she is all I need

moistly smile sidles
keenly, coldly glumly fist
quailing, jabbering

I spent my childhood in the nineteen sixties
Watching Walter CRONKITE
Warning Adults to
not let their children watch tonight's graphic
footage of the Vietnam War

It was quite disturbing
To this day
I can not erase the image
of that man on his knees
being shot in the head
execution style
in the street

And the other footage
of the reporters
on the front lines

Before man walked on the moon
Supposedly

Before I was ten

There should be a class action lawsuit for
EVERYONE Who was shown that footage
No one should have had to see that

But ezra pound said it best
War is made to create debt

Well, Let's take legal action now
to settle that debt

But, who do you sue?
Not Walter.  He tried to warn us.
The media?
The country?
The idiot who started the whole thing?
The t. v. station or network?
Who do you sue?

Is it a debt that could ever be' settled?

How do you correct the wrong?
How do you settle this debt?

For if there were no debt
There would be no banks

Why would one have to borrow
If he didn't owe

America, stockpile your banks
You owe everyone in this country
Fifty years and over
PLUS INTEREST

For causing undue stress
to so many

Love is the only thing
Love is

Love is all that matters
one thing

The one love that is
is Love

Love is one thing
Love is

The only one thing there is
Is Love

Mary had a little dog.
She named him Lambchop.

Some of the things that we do to survive will absolutely **** us.

Ol' Jack Horner
Sat in a corner
Eating his curds and whey
Along came a spider
That sat down beside him
Jack slapped that spider dead
Mixed him in with his curds and whey
And enjoyed the extra protein
"MMMMMmmmmmmm" said Jack
"Deeee-licious"!

Daddy got drunk
and wet in the well
Oh, poor daddy
Daddy got drunk
and wet in the well
Oh, poor daddy
  
Oh, poor daddy
Oh, poor daddy
Oh, poor daddy
Oh, poor daddy
  
Daddy got drunk
and wet in the well
Oh, poor daddy
He told little Margie
Not to tell
Oh, poor daddy
  
Oh, poor daddy
Oh, poor daddy
Oh, poor daddy
Oh, poor daddy
  
Daddy had Edie
on his knee
Oh, poor Edie
What he did to her
When she was three
Oh, poor Edie
  
Oh, poor daddy
Oh, poor daddy
Oh, poor Edie
Oh, poor daddy
  
Daddy got drunk
and wet in the well
Oh, poor daddy
Mama bit her lip
and got beat to hell
Oh, poor daddy
  
Oh, poor daddy
Oh, poor daddy
Oh, poor daddy
Oh, poor daddy

Well, it happened
I shouldn't have posted that' poem
NOT FROM A HAILSTORM
I forgot her daughter stalks my poetry-
like a myspace ******

At this time I must confess
I have no real talent
I just jot down words from memory
It's really not a skill

So my sister karen flies up from florida
She probably has money left over from
robbing me back in 2000
and in the seventies
and in the eighties
and in the nineties

It wasn't good enough for her to smash
My two year old brain in
with her heavy wood doll in 1960

or grabbing my ears and smashing
the back of my skull until
the pain turned to numbness from '65 to '70

or giving her girlfriend Laura the keys
to our house in maywood so that Laura could
steal whatever she wanted

It wasn't good enough
that her daughters would steal
Whatever they wanted
Whenever they wanted

So, I had one request
STOP VISITING ME
LEAVE ME ALONE
and they won't even grant me that' dying wish

But, a parasite needs to feed
off the unsuspecting
or they will die

Well, there is no more forgiveness
left
for any of them

So she tricks the library
into thinking she wants to surprise me
Takes a burning zippo
and scorches the back of my neck with it
I was quite surprised

Just think
If I never let her get away
with robbing me all those years
she could not have been able
to afford her act of vengeance

My sister karen knows how to cause neck pain

There's a boy near a highway
He claims to be queer
He's selling his soul for the food he needs dear
There's a frame with no windows
Filled with his peers
They light up their glass pipes to feed their own fears
There's a mother with babies
Whose diapers are smeared
They catch hell for crying
She slaps off their tears
There's an old man who's downtown
He brown-bags his beer
There's a rich girl
She's wasted
Never dreamed she'd be here
There's a fat *****
She's worthless
Just selling disease
Tear down these old crack-towns
Don't need more of these

flaccid rigid heart
rasping harmonious bland
rude burials plead

Eight crazy knights of
the NFL did **** the
Queen Victoria

The victory queen
upon hurt so screamed "can't watch
anymore of ya"

At two sixty three on a union street
They ain't afraid of no killer
They'll just shove 'em in their pipe
and smoke him up like backy
  
They break the neck of a pup/pussycat
Just to try to scare you
They're mendacious mothers/mendicants
You can't ignore their ignorance
Even a sponge has a right to think
The pumpernickel president  Hooligans
of the world unite, inherit the wind tonight
  
Lethal teenagers spread their aids
Interstate Highway Poet off of exit 16A
Here yee Hear ye
Step right up to the minstrel show
We've got your medicine right here
Whatever you need we're giving away
Whatever you want just don't be greedy
Take all you want but, it won't be free
Just say you need be ten thousand, a million
A trillion or more, who could put a limit on this
Go 'head now take a sip
Ain't that good fer ya/ ain't that swell
Mighty fine medicine
Mighty fine medicine
Don't forget your change
  
Moonlit Minstrel Dancing madness at the
New Millennium Medicine Show
You can't be on the Redding when you drive the B&O;
Heart and run away/Forget
I guess it's not your fault you're you
Look back but, the label stays
the one that I esquired to you
  
Cops in Vegas teaching drugs to children, 1963
Accuse me of blame with their askance
le seul inform'e!  Here I am
I saw white poppies grow at SHAPE
War is used to make debt e. pound
To hate what people love is to offend human nature
The villion shot 'em down Francois
  
Piero Mazda has no fear his Kumrad
Koba's over here  Now fix
John Adams, Jeff., and Lincoln
These men are a really awfully stinking
They won't take gifts/ They want to earn it
Take what they steal; pretend it has value
They drink their way into a bible
Did that one line make me enviable?
Come on someone try to fix it
Malia needs her tap, tax dances
The suffering has got to end
For EVERYONE my lonely friend
WE/ALL have got the power
Here, in seventeenth century France
I always try to give you choices dear mao  tse

Thirty-five years to find the fifty
Thirty-five years to find just fifty
Thirty-five years to find those fifty
What did our government due
  
Thirty-five years to find the fifty
Do the math, it's just plain silly
Thirty-five years to find the fifty
Give the government its due
  
You can't feel anymore.  Safer?
You can't feel anymore.  Safer?
You can't feel anymore.  Safer?
When government gets us *******
  
They need a lot more time now
They need a lot more time now
Three point seven million years
To catch the other bad guys
  
They sit in their disguises
In a robe on courtroom benches
With their lawyer clad-ed henchmen
They sit in their disguises
  
Can you call up the police now?
Can you call up the police now?
The Chief is sitting quietly
Protecting family ties
  
Anybody out there?  Save us!
Anybody out there?  Save us!
Save our country, save our babies
Give us mob free lives
  
Forty-seven years of mobster torment
Forty-seven years of mobster torment
Fifty years I've no enjoyment
I may as well just die

Dear Gov. Chris Christie,

  Years ago, when the citizens of the state of New Jersey voted to
approved medicinal cannabis.  You stated that you weren't quite sure
you should allow this because of children.  And the treatment of curing children's cancers were then delayed, for about two years.  Just this Monday, you passed on signing a bill that would increase the age of tobacco use to the age of 21.  Were you not thinking of the safety and health concerns of the children then?  So, what you're saying is:  Hey kids!  If you want to catch cancer and die young then that is okay
because it is LEGAL.  But, if you want a natural remedy to cure your cancer.. well, you fill in the blank.  So, do you you really care about the health concerns of children?  Do you Governor Christie?  Do you?

Awaiting your prompt reply,


The Poet

Please
Defibrillate me
I'm Dying In my pain
Please
Defibril1ate me
I'm dying In my heart
I've had my heart hurt
For so many years
Denying myself
The growth I deserve
No longer helpless,  
Defenseless. I'm free
To live my life now
So somebody please
Please
Defibrillate me
I'm dying
In my soul
Please
Defibrillate me
I'm dying
It's my heart
I've turned so cold
Away, withdrawn
Always frustrated
I'm here alone
I need a partner
Can't do it alone
I need a jump-start
Not some doggie's bone so
Please
Defibrillate me
I'm dying
In my dream
Please
Defibrillate me
Come, flying to my heart
I told the doctor
Just leave me alone
Don't need no x-ray
Pills? Oh, no, no
I need a real love
To heal me again
A ton of love, love
Not one etched in sand
So, please
Defibrillate me
I'm dying
In my pain
Please
Defibrillate me
I'm dying
In my heart
It's my heart, dying
Dying