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"The Editor" (National Poetry Month poem-a-day) Day 30

“ The Editor” Criminal episode49 written by Bruce A. Pandolfo 4/30/2017 In Maryland, Robin Woods was no Robin Hood robbing goods prolifically from warehouses or whatever whereabouts, but how else are you to make a living with no catered education, given the ruler at school your future is dimming a decade later, breaking and entering villain thieving phones and computer equipment.. stole a car, and 20k worth of gear, he's 26 tops, next night he's playing pool in comes 6 cops, a friend turned rat went behind his turned back, Robin doesn't blame the guy, its every man for himself, which often means its every man v.s. Everyone else. Non-violent felony, but had prior convictions too, given 16 years at Maryland Correctional Institute, Absolutely overkill, perhaps Draconian, certainly the worst place they'd ever thrown him in. Guards beat the inmates with nearly no provoking, so the next night, revenge was reaped in a riot...

"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...

"Ex Libris" (National Poetry Month poem-a-day) Day 25

“ Ex Libris” Criminal episode 22 Written by Bruce A. Pandolfo 4/25/2017 The Book Thief felt like The Master Of The World , he was The Man WhoLoved Books Too Much . This Outsider / Outlier was a Mysterious Stranger who could disappear like David Copperfield , like an Invisible Man in Invisible Cities with a Heart OfDarkness . “ Finders Keepers” seemed to be his Anthem . The social Sphere of book collectors and dealers' patience wore Thinner , they were sick of being Prey and decided it couldn't Carrie on. So, like SherlockHolmes , they set about to solve It . Through emails, teamwork and Persuasion they caught Gilke, something of a   Kite Runner , fishy work kiting checks, they found many of The Beautiful andDamned books he Kidnapped at his Bleak House on Treasure Island . But this Jailbird experienced no Metamorphosis from his Crime andPunishment when he was briefly Walden . It turns out he's a dishonorable co...

"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...

"Pen & Paper" (National Poetry Month poem-a-day) Day 23

“ Pen and Paper” Criminal Episode 35 Written by Bruce A. Pandolfo 4/23/2017 Andy Austin was a regular in court for over four decades. She harassed a judge until she could get in there. Hardly left since. She's routinely looked mobsters and murderers right in the eye unflinching. She's traded smiles casually with John Wayne Gayce. Unafraid. She once drew on a woman and made her look real bad simply because the lady wouldn't give an inch for Andy to sit. Like most people,  Andy doesn't enjoy being present  for murder trials  (because they're boring.) Not enough passion, she says. She's framed dozens of killers, cleptos, and convicts. Her walls are adorned with pictures of folks who would make you shudder. Bit of a sketchy character really. But then...that's her job, Chicago Courtroom sketch artist. 

"American Dream" (National Poetry Month poem-a-day) Day 19

“ American Dream” Criminal episode33 written by Bruce A. Pandolfo 4/19/2017 Even in his teen years Clay felt thieving could be fun. Bonnie//Clyde, John Dillinger, perhaps he could be one, Mentioned to friends and family he's sure it could be done, Mom became a victim of her would-be vigilante son, No Robin Hood just a hooded robber, Clay researched hard in a search bar to avoid gumshoes like cobblers and an agenda to give parents agita A well paid turbine mechanic, uncanny that he'd catch this bug to be a pest and hopefully not candidly caught on camera. When he stole from Mom she noticed him, but Moms know their sons and scolded him, no mask, no gun, no showboating, Non-violent, he'd take notes with him, walked in nonchalant wrote on envelopes he'd give in hopes to keep tellers at ease “ only hundreds and fifties please” Walking out exhilarated, The American Dream for the adrenaline fiend! Made a couple grand a...

"Dear Sheila" (National Poetry Writing Month poem-a-day) Day 18

“ Dear Sheila” Criminal Episode10 written by Bruce A. Pandolfo 4/18/2017 Dear Kevin, So kind of you to write to me 'round Christmas, You're a darling of a man, see it's lonely here in prison. I'm hot-headed, I admit it, if I'm at my wit's end Get me a wick and my fiery intentions can be wicked. I've got thick skin...I'd show it to you when you visit. When the cops came around, they all wanted to bare witness. I really don't belong here Kev, I've been longing to hear from you again. I'm warming up to you, it's nice to have a friend. I promise I'd never treat you like Michael and Ken. He was sweet, but frustrating, he was an idiot, not like you sweetheart, my! Your writing is so brilliant! See..Ken was a bumbling burden, the bottom of the barrel, I wrote you a poem enclosed in this note, suppose it is a carol. I'll be out before long, I'm strong, I'm resilient, Sooner or later they...

"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,...

"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. ...

"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...

"I'm About To Save Your Life" (National Poetry Month poem-a-day) day 5

“ I'm About To Save Your Life” (Criminal Episode11) Written by Bruce A. Pandolfo 4/5/2017  Call him "Rob”, what he was not who he is, for his honor. Engineer, in his mid-fourties in the late seventies. Mild mannered, short, he looked maybe seventeen. Tried avoiding traffic detouring through several streets. There are no short cuts, Robert. The roads wound labyrinthine through Compton, He knew the reputation that the area had in fact, The lost drive almost drove him to a panic attack Upset and distracted, he accidentally scratched a Cadillac There is no free lunch. Someone conned him. Boys ran towards him, one yanked open his door grabbed the wheel, pushed Rob's weight aside looked him in his eyes “ I'm about to save your life” What he didn't mention is “you're gonna pay the price” It should have been a hint that Leone's name was Moore Leone parked and said the scraped 'lac was his families', info wa...