POETIC REFLECTIONS FROM STAKEOUTS AND OTHER LOCATIONS 1950 TO 2021

                                        POETIC REFLECTIONS

FROM STAKEOUTS AND OTHER LOCATIONS

1950 TO 2021

No Red Sox. No owners Box. 

No Courier Job. No Car. 

No Home I own. 

As I drink a beer I ask myself 

how did I get here? 

An unknown disease

Isolates me

And the rest of the world

Just waits and sees

So i began a poem 

to express where I been 

and where I’m goin. 

Six parts done, more to come, 

my story isn’t for everyone. 

Then my heart quit on me

driving Covid 19 labs

From Charleston to Greenville Town

Then to St Francis and electrocardiogram tabs

If I die No obits or funerals say I

Just forget I ever came by

If you didn't listen while I was alive

I won't give a damn when I die

CHAPTER 1 ME, FAMILY, SUSAN THREE & NANCY

ME WITH MOM AND DAD ON SUSAN 111 

I was born and raised

in the cold and snow

New England based

Fighting friend and foe

Summers Spent

on the Long Island Sound

with salt and spray

sitting on her bow

Red Sox blue

Frustrated by the Yanks

Waiting for Williams to come through

waiting for Yanks to walk the plank

In 55

Nancy arrived

My little sister

to tease and pester

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HOW THE COMENS, OSCILLO, TIANT and VERATEK REVERSED THE CURSE OF THE BAMBINO

HOW WE BEAT THE DAMN YANKEE BASEBALL TEAM

We waited 86 years

To beat the Damn Yankees

86 years of blood, sweat and tears

Waiting for the Yankees

In 2003 Spring Training my wife and I

Brought “Angels on the Bridge” by

We knew the Red Sox what not be denied

 For God saw the Red Sox through the Rebbe’s eyes

I gave a copy to Oscillo for broadcast
And Michelle next to Morgan sat in the Owners Box

We knew the “Angels” effect would last

And we were pitching the Yankees a Pox 

In 03 we made a mighty run

Then in 04 the Yankees won

The first three playoff games

Most thought the Red Sox were once again done

But i perched “Angels” upon the TV

And the Red Sox won the next three

Then Fever Pitch had to rewrite the script

As the Yankees fell to Hell and Champaign the Sox sipped.

Fallon and Barrymore went to St Lou

As the Red Sox finally achieved their due

As Baseball suffers the Pandemic Blues

The Millennium World Series Score  is Sox 4 Damn Yankees two

You Loose

I actually  have a Red Sox World Series Ring 

I wear Lynn’s gift when Tessie sings

To remember good times when the Rooters crashed

And the Rebbe and I the Yankees hopes dashed.

ME WITH RED SOX PLAYERS VERITEK, TIANTE, AND BROADCASTER DON OSCILLO

So i began a poem to express where I been and where
I’m goin. Six parts done, more to come, my story isn’t for
everyone. If you are interested, join my blog. 

A Bottichelli with a Broken nose

As Told To Private Detective Howard Gerald Comen

By an Angel Forlorn

On her own since 6

Picked up by pedophile men

No Jacks or Pick Up Sticks

Tricked into lion dens

No idea what “it” was

No thoughts or desires yet

A slave to what man does

She survived getting what she could get

Man is a silly sex

greedy, barbarous, and cruel

5 minutes inside at best

Humanity after a nine month rule

Barefoot, naked,  and pregnant

Cooking and cleaning for man

But voting before 1920? can’t

Women still carry a second class brand

She learned about life on her back

Instead of playing with Barbie and Ken

She was Barbie as a matter of fact

Used and abused with no hero to defend

Married to pimps through her life

Who traded her for drugs and cash

But through all her tribulations and strife

Her heart grew emboldened and vast

The Angel called me for help

A friend was found guilty of a crime

She hired me as his innocence she felt

Her story caught my attention in time 

She cared for less fortunate neighbors

Had a special place for the elderly in town

I don’t think she gets paid for her labors

gratitude is all she ever found

Has a house full of Racoons and chickens

A blind turkey clucks all around

Her anger at her station never thickens

She’s as happy as if a pot of gold she found

Though beaten and raped for pleasure variations

Nose broken about seven or more times

A prisoner of sexual deviations

Proud she’s a friend of mine

I have dealt with Angels on investigations

But most came from heaven to advise

But my Bottichelli Angel’s relation

Shows me from evil an Angel can rise

Angel with the Broken Nose

Six years old on her own.

A child wandering the streets on a cruel man’s road. 

Sexual predators around every bend

anxious to take advantage of innocence. 

Growing Old April 30 2021 

 

Lost a few steps.

Medicines kept

In a two week box.

The silver Fox

Cant recall

When was my last fall

Or where my Home is..

Lost my biz

To the Covid scare

No one cared

So I sit alone

Writing these poems

As my Failures resound

I

n my Lost and found

It Makes me sad

And makes me mad

At the Holy Ghost

But i am mad most

At myself.

  

COMEN AT 32 ? Red Sox Orioles with Dad

Comen with the Rebbe 1994 ??

Comen, McClenton, Marchers Washington DC MLK Walk

                         Comen and Imam W.D. Mohammed Giving University Speeches

CHARLESTON CONGRESS OF RELIGIONS BECPMES INTERFAITH PARTNERS OF             SC WITH NIKKI HALEY, HER FAMILY, AND IPSC MEMBERS CIRCA 2015

 

Lost Generation Found

After World War One

When the war was won

Disillusionment was heralded 

By Hemingway and Fitzgerald

But while hedonism and selfishness prevailed

A few good men would be hailed

John F and Joe Kennedy 

With uncle Howard at Choate Academy

 

Keeping their futures bright

Learning about wrong and right

They were from the wealthy upper class

But soon knew their dreams wouldn’t last

While Hitler developed Hell

At Yale and Harvard the boys excelled

Graduating as the world decayed

The boys put their hopes and dreams away

As the Nazis marched 

The world just watched.

As the Nazi Trains were filled

With Jews to be slaves then killed

 

When we finally declared war

The boys joined the core

John and Joe wore Navy Blue

While  Howard had a camouflage hue

 

Cousin Gerald followed the boys 

The four answered the Kristallnacht noise

With hearts and souls of American Heroes

Telling  Hitler you reap what you sew.

  

Joe on a secret mission flight

Howard Crossing the Rhine to fight

Gerald on the Burma Road

They Sacrificed lives for a Godly code

 

JFK survived the War

But gave life up evermore

With Judeo Christian determined minds

They are forever joined by the ties that bind

THE COMEN COUSINS AND AND THE KENNEDY BROTHERS : LOST DUE TO WAR AND HATE

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AMERICAN WOLVES IN SHEEP CLOTHING SECRETLY CONTRIBUTING TO THE HOLOCAUST

 

Evil takes many forms

The lost generation threw out the norms

In the US, Germany, and Japan

Disillusionment reigned throughout the land

 

We grew complacent as to the Victors came the spoils

But all it did was to spoil the soil

Germany wouldn’t accept defeat

So a scapegoat was needed to beat.

 

The war was lost because Jews were the boss

And Democracy was soon lost

Hitler took the lead and laid the seeds

That hatred and discontent feeds

 

Before too long Germans felt wronged

And needed to be the master race

So they marched and sang songs

Spitting in every Jewish face destroying every Jewish place

 

6 million Jews died But no government cried

Content with the status quo They just let Jewish blood flow

Who was to blame? Some Americans thought it a game

To reap profits at the expense of Jews burned behind the fence

  

Adults and kids they tried to get rid

As Germans and the West stayed hid

Meanwhile at home Ford, ITT and Standard Oil

To the Nazis remained loyal

 

Barclay Bank exposed their Jewish rank

To Nazis in Vichy France

As Jewish hopes sank Chase Bank

Sold Nazi War Bonds to stop Allied Advance

 

Coke was no friend for to Nazis Coke went

AS IBM computers directed where holocaust victims were sent

Ford built Nazi cars and Turbines to make  Rockets go far through the sky

While Prescott Bush was Nazi Fritz Thyssen’s US guy.

 

While Goebles,  Hitler and Hess paid the price for their transgress

What of the American business that profited from Jewish murder and distress?

As i remember the Holocaust and still feel the heat from  it’s embers

These American companies should always be remembered.

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Kristallnacht 

I was in my house

With my children and spouse

When came a knock at my door

I froze in my core

 

The shouts were loud

It was a Nazi crowd

The Brown shirts broke in

“What is my Sin?

 

I could hear the breaking glass

As the crowd moved past

“You and your Jewish friends Must make amends  

For loosing the war” as they shoved us out the door

 

People walked in and took everything 

There was nothing we could bring

We were pushed and shoved and punched with gloves

To the cattle cars where we were separated by guards

 

I would never see any of my family

Cramped on the floor amongst feces and pee,   

We tossed all night until we reached our plight

A band played as we were shoved toward our grave

 

The showers were ahead so we undressed from toe to head

I took off my watch and gold chain and smelled burning flesh as embers rained

We entered a room as the door closed with a boom

Gas filled the room and smelled like bitter almond doom

 

All of a sudden I floated above amongst floating men and doves

Women and children were floating too just then my wife and kids came into view

We reached the Pearly Gates which were open and there wasn’t a wait

Jesus was there as were entered  Abraham and  Mohammed's lair. 

 

“Welcome friends” greeted Krishna and the Buddah

We were home in a room in God'S Mansion.