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"Pappy" (National Poetry Month poem-a-day) Day 27

“ Pappy” Criminal Episode 40 Written by Bruce A. Pandolfo 4/27/2017 You want to get yer hands on a bottle o' Pappy huh? More of a statement really i'n't it? You WANT to get yer hands on a bottle o' Pappy. Your lips mor'n likely too. Ouch'er mind if ya don't! Pappy the best bourbon money can buy. And hell, money can't even buy it most times. Like a myth or a legend, that stuff. Comes around only e'ry so offen like a comet or surprise sex in your married life pardon me for sayin' so... More than common firewater.. Put hair on your chest and a fire in it. Ain't no question. Cure yer ailments, keep ya warm, put ya to sleep, douse your problems... 'tho' shit, these days, Bottle o' Pappy? Clean out your bank just as much as your woes (if you got em.) And if you're on a huntin' f'Pappy, lemme tell you...you're in for some heartache pal. I tell ya.. Hard ...

"Angie" (National Poetry Month poem-a-day) Day 24

“ Angie” Criminal Episode26 Written by Bruce A. Pandolfo 4/24/2017 Adam went to Philly to play soccer as a pro, on off-time he'd wander, by overpasses he'd roam Oft times he'd chat with folks who hadn't had a home He'd make sandwiches he'd dole out to those he'd get to know Met a guy Red Colt, professorial, eloquent, shopping cart of bags, silver tongue of etiquette Red Colt's girl Angie started up with the expletives then to Adam's shock, Red Colt up and defended him! Adam frequented the benches and the bridges, He'd come to love Red Colt and his ornery missus, He wished he could help the folks others dismissed then in March both the vagrants vacated...went missing! Around July 4 th , Homicide Detective Mangold Discovers a body by the river horrifically mangled Someone dismantled it to pieces and bagged those, Hung them from branches an immobile-mobile dangled. The swamped department couldn...

"One Eyed Joe" (National Poetry Month poem-a-day) Day 17

“One Eyed Joe” Criminal Episode 44 Written by Bruce A. Pandolfo 4/17/2017 Mid 1800's, John Frankford from Lancaster, When it comes to equine crimes, John was a grand master, Once had words with a warden, awarding, adulating himself: “I stole all the missing horses in the state” he stated The Pennsylvanian famous for another reputation, indicted 25 times, but was too great at escaping, feasibly the region's Houdini, imprisonment was a joke, Escape routes easy, routinely he did it alone, But the Buzzard Boys once busted him out with other folks The brother's bird-cage trick unchained this jailbird who'd flown. The county jail finally fed up with Frankford's freedom, Forged a tough cell for him, opining “that'd surely keep him,” A tough sell for him, John cut open the bars to leave it headed to the stuffy cellar, dug through the wall's concrete then- He Claus-crawled up the jail's chimney seemingly sweeping,...

"Dropping Like Flies" (National Poetry Month Poem-a-Day) Day 16

“ Dropping Like Flies” Criminal Episode5 Written by Bruce A. Pandolfo 4/16/2017 Hey man, I got a job I could use you for, lil breakin' 'n' ennering, a “heist” if yer feelin' romantic, think yer might want to consider it... Yeah, like a real big opportunity. Definitely illegal, but we stand to make at least a couple grand. Yeah, thousands! Bring some bags, wear a mask. It's kinder shady, people will likely come after us. I don't see why... They makin' medicine out it now. Plants! Yeah plants. They say it cures cancer, have you heard that too? Mhmm. Controversial stuff. What? Weed? No you idiot, Venus Fly Traps!

"Mother's Little Helper" (National Poetry Month Poem-A-Day) Day 11

“ Mother's Little Helper” Criminal Episode 19 Written by Bruce A. Pandolfo 4/11/2017 Aye, you see that lady over there runnin' things? Yeah yeah, the cute lil grandma lady. Listen, you ain't gonna get one over on her, that's Ol' Sandy Alger. That badass broad's been 'round the block. She can't be shocked. I know, I know. She's 71. But that's what I'm sayin' She's ran every version of the games you're playin' long before you or your parent's were born. She's been clean longer than you and me been livin' and before that she was a junkie just as long. I know, I know. Word is her bedridden mom had nervous breakdowns so bad she needed two medicine cabinets! Imagine that jackpot? Nah don't think about it. Don't. But shit that's where it all started, Sandy's Mom preemptively prescribed some of those captivating capsules...Just a teensy bit to her te...

"Custodian Chronicles Volume 1..." by Tim Will Hunting (Book Review)

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Custodian Chronicles Volume 1: An Inside Look at the American Public School System as Seen Through the Eyes of Its Most Underrated Player: The Janitor (and Other Musings)  ...A Book Review... So yes that is a book title.  Yes it is long winded.  Yes I am also long winded.  I will try my best not to be.  If you want the long and short of it (which, funny enough always means "the short") if you want to read something original, eye-opening and knee slapping then you should definitely    CLICK HERE AND BUY THIS BOOK AND READ IT. My friend and fellow Long Islander Tim Almeida, front-man of the socially conscious live-band alternative rock/hip-hop group  The Native Alien Tribe  aka Tim Will Hunting ( who rapped with me for Spontaneous Sundays with AllOne episode 4 ) and of course hard-working Custodian, self-published his debut book based on his  CUSTODIAN CHRONICLES BLOG   and  PODCAST  which I had t...