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"Gil From London" (National Poetry Month poem-a-day) Day 29

“ Gil From London” Criminal Episode20 Written by Bruce A. Pandolfo 4/30/2017 Karen, I know you're dreaming as I type this, Funny, you're a dream yourself, you really are terrific these last three weeks have been exquisite and exciting Honey, I've been dreaming too of detours while on business... I'm alighting right now, (to India, I'm flying) Distracted, second guessing getting a second ticket, Since my child and wife passed, I've also felt lifeless Disagreeably you're grieving, but our symmetry so assisted Unprecedented since the loss, I've found myself smiling, You're the cause of course, could I repay with paying a visit? In just a few days I could be in Los Angeles, You've uniquely understood the pain's heaviness your tenderness and empathy's innate readiness, have healed my heart aches and strangely steadied it and yet you've jump-started its invigorated pace Sorry we can't easi...

"Tiger" (National Poetry Month poem-a-day) Day 26

“ Tiger” Criminal Episode 46 Written by Bruce A. Pandolfo 4/26/2017 Come see Tony the Tiger! Yes, son just like the one on the cereal box... Now imagine that 550 pounds! Incredible isn't he? Tigers are fierce predators, Don't get too close ma'am, he may spray you! How old is he? 16! Yes pretty Miss, 16 Years he's lived in this here Louisiana gas station. Putting the ”pet” in “petrol”. Go and get your “ animal rights activists taste like chicken” T-shirts when you're through pumping your gas. Haha! Oh don't cry lil lady! Oh he's happy as can be. He gets the best food money can buy and doe'n't even work for it like he was built to. Oh no son, he's happy here with his poppa Mike. Ignorance is bliss. Wild ain't he?

"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...

"Finding Sarah and Phillip" (National Poetry Month poem-a-day) Day 22

“ Finding Sarah and Phillip” Criminal Episode 60 Written by Bruce A. Pandolfo 4/23/2017 Sarah and Phillip went for an extended visit with Dad for Fourth of July. The fireworks weren't all celebratory. Dad shot off two himself. Sarah and Phillip's stay was permanent. They had new rooms, roadside. Fair amount of acreage. A tree, a pile of wood some loose concrete like incidental headstones. He couldn't recall what he'd done. Couldn't recall where he'd done it. Where he buried he and Terri's babies, two babes with bullet holes where sweet faces used to be. He scribbled the police a crude map, (painfully reminiscent of a child's drawing.) Careless, crude cartographer of rustic crypts. He sent himself off on an extended visit of his own before he could be of much help. In someways he had done enough. In others he hadn't. Terry pleaded with the police, pleaded and pleaded. But not a one could fin...

"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!

"Triassic Park" (National Poetry Month poem-a-day) Day 15

“ Triassic Park” Criminal episode  23 Written by Bruce A. Pandolfo 4/15/2017 Dear superintendent, I hope this package reaches you I know this may seem crazy but it's something that I need to do My wife and I eyed the signs “don't take pieces of the trees with you” Saw others' superstitious letter rolled my eyes “how unbelievable” Years ago, my wife and I toured the Triassic Park We were only courting then, it was a unique chance to bond Scientists, we hiked a bit, chatted, charmed, cast a spark pocketed “petrified wood” grabbed the rocks, I had her heart I crafted a ring from the stones to show our timeless bond proposed shortly afterwards, teary smile and nod, tied the knot It's vile and odd, ten years we're vexed fearing it mightn't stop, doesn't sound like science talk, I send this hoping that I'm absolved! The flight we got for our honeymoon crashed but we survived, Lucky to be alive, but next? we conceive...

"Break The Internet" (National Poetry Month poem-a-day) Day 13

“ Break The Internet” Criminal Episode 12 written by Bruce A. Pandolfo 4/13/2017 Give him thirty minutes and he'll know your whole story. He'll need a computer, of course. It all started with those ubiquitous AOL CD's in the 90s. He just wanted free internet. Figured that out pretty quickly, Dastardly digital cunning. Started downloading free music and movies. Couldn't wait in line online. So he did what anyone would do... you know, got in touch with the hackers, hacked away at their prejudices then hacked away for their tests. Ended up befriending this troupe of Russian rascals while hacking into University servers, Slept through school classes as he stayed up learning, sure not to alert or lure anyone to his private piracy. Now we're talking year 2000, He goes by MafiaBoy. It's comforting to know the professional pirates of the pixel planes aren't exempt from embarrassing internet handles. ...

"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...

"Open Case" (National Poetry Month poem-a-day) Day 10

“ Open Case” Criminal Podcast Episode 41 Written by Bruce A. Pandolfo 4/10/2017 Fred and Edwina hated one another with a passion, so much so that they had separate fridges for their rations Houston Honey- full-mooners howlin' as if walls were padded Their son Charles, would have wished for that insulating facet (to dull the decibels for the decades' abrasive insulting language) Hermit permitted mail through the door, used a broom for tapping, At 43, the geophysicist avoided interaction, But finally Charles was through with the abusive brutal madness, Not to mention finding out, mom had her hand in his cash, He plotted and prepared and he meticulously planned On fathers day in '65, after 5 years tacit absence, He called mother to his room and shot her then he grabbed this handyman's hammer, to celebrate with Dad he dragged him scrambling out his bed, smashed him and he smashed them dropped the claw hammer then he slashed and h...

"Don't Let Me See You In The Whirl" (national poetry month poem-a-day) Day 9

“ Don't Let Me See You In The Whirl” Criminal Episode 56 written by Bruce A. Pandolfo 4/9/2017 “There is power in naming and power in shaming!” The Evening Whirl's weekly warning headline historically heralded!! The print pressed proudly and pugnaciously to punish the pungent by the jumpin' journalist of justice (Saint Louis' scribblin' Sanders) since he's 8 he's assisted sprawling out the scrolls, now he's 68 lays out photos to lay out felons, rapists and robbers who romp while applauding the courageous cops that drop, stop and stomp our neighborhoods' nasty ne'er-do-wells and dirty dastardly derelicts!! Horray for our H-men, can I get an amen? Aimin' to celebrate them; Ol' “Knuckles” Johnson, Strong “Stone Hard” persistent “Pac-Man”. The Whirl born of Ben Thompson, who passed along its long past The riotous righteous rag that puts the blasted baddies on blast! St. Louis boasts the mo...

"No Place Like Home" (National Poetry Month poem-a-day) Day 6

“ No Place Like Home” (Criminal Episode27) Written by Bruce A. Pandolfo 4/6/2017 Early 90's, Neil White, collared for kiting, white collar crime, caught him juggling checks for nearly 800,000 dollars Ritzy lives lost well, its not very hard, still... it isn't easy seeing a father shipped off to Carville Neil gets driven to the Louisiana prison, quiet drive with livid Linda, crimson with derision, Isn't thrilled with visits, early by 45 minutes, When Neil arrives, a guy waves, toothless grinning, he double-takes...something's different zoom-in shot on a gnarled set of mittens, Realizes the welcoming committees' twisted hand is missing digits! Neil asked the guard for identification, the guard says, “that's no inmate, its a patient” Neil gets anxious, angst invades him is this a betrayal of imagination, Who is he locked away with? Is he hallucinating? The condition of his hands indebted to Hanson's dis...

"Jolly Jane" (National Poetry Month Poem-A-Day) Day 4

“Jolly Jane” (Criminal Episode 38) written by Bruce A. Pandolfo 4/4/17 Taunton Lunatic Asylum for psychotic patients, Toppan, “Jolly” Jane, do not mistake her awful plain commonplace innocuous, aged image for soft and safe, She's got insane deadly habits, devil's advocate, God she played arrived here after she offed the Davis' at their Cape Cod estate She's admittedly authored the death of more than thirty by inoculation Boston training at Cambridge aimed at a nursing education, her opiate experimentation lead to disqualification she left the eve of her graduation never received certification I'll review my scattered statements to ascertain what the case is ... The horror born Honora Kelley to an alcoholic father “Kelley The Crack” pot, wack-job, I had jotted “may be the fodder”, A tailor, the tale goes tried to sew his eyelids closed, lost it, lost mother to the illness she's fraught with though she fought it with no...

"The Perfect Specimen" (National Poetry Month-Poem A-Day) Day 3

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The Perfect Specimen (Criminal Episode 36) written by Bruce A. Pandolfo 4/3/17 The Treaty Oak For more than five centuries, A Southern Live Oak set the scene an Austin Texas centerpiece as long as memory, Treaty Oak elder's seen this entire country get its feet, rooted long before we were ever seeds. An ancient arbor of immensity, average canopy can peak capped at 50 feet but its sprawling branches broadly spanning a brawny massive hundred feet across, its contortionist form twisted, tinseled in Spanish moss, The rings it's got, can you imagine all the things it saw, The trials and tribulations of tribal natives the languid limbs swaying waving in winds bereft of industrialization, spied tribes of Native Americans assessing it with reverence, Seen Steve meet chiefs achieving land possession taken and make a state that became Texas and it was there in '22 that one of its brethren was chopped and tattooed to...

The Portrait (National Poetry Month Poem-A-Day) Day 2

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The Portrait (A Lawsons Murder Ballad) (Criminal Podcast episode 25) written by Bruce A. Pandolfo 4/2/17 An injured Charlie Lawson's Tobacco tender bought Children's toys and pricey clothes, for his family to be shot... The rustic regal-garbed group, expressions grave although Marie gleamed with teen beauty, and perhaps a mother's glow? A pretty penny portrait, portrayed for holidays, Foreshadowed short-changed futures for the family he betrayed One read “No one to blame but...” abrupt there-ends the note The other scrawled “Troubles Can Cause...” shown with those snuffed and smote... A fortnight from the photo, when Christmas Day arrived Fanny baked a Yuletide cake, that no one lived to try Arthur asked his Pa for shells to go and hunt some hare Charles spared and sent him off as though he'd none to spare Art returned to find his ma, and slain siblings arranged, Gored, respectfu...