POETRY:


REFLECTIONS FROM STAKEOUTS

AND OTHER LOCATIONS  

SHADES OF HUMANITY  
 HOWARD GERALD COMEN               12 31 2017
There is a flame
Burning deep inside
It burns up your brain
Or ignites your mind


Good and evil
dwell in there
Which one rules
What hat you wear?

Power and greed
Overrules
Most good deeds
Are constant duels

Faiths fight
for dominance
And control
Of Congregants

They all pray
That faithful pay
To keep the lights
To pave the way

Nations kill
and brutalize
In the name of God
In front of God’s eyes

I sit here
on 12 31
Trying to voice
That Race is one

There are no whites
Blacks yellows or reds
There are only shades
Of Human threads

 Bet, Bluff, Shuffle, and Pee

JULY 15 2011 H. G. COMEN

 

Nelson retired returning to town

Bucky called a game

Numbers to Ralph, Stan and me were found

And for John, and Dwayne

 

In the 80’s we all had flowing hair

We all had kids still living at home

We would bet even if we only had a pair

We sat on hard seats, no need for foam

 

We would bet, bluff, and shuffle the cards

We drank beer with reckless abandon

We wolfed down food hot and very hard

Without thought of dentures when done

 

Most were social security guys

Most had retired

Several had gotten sick and died

All of us by 9 were tired


 We couldn’t remember which games we played
Pinwheel, Pass the trash, or Citadel
Common games with uncommon names
None of us remembering Tells

I spent the evening on diet mountain dew
Diabetes replacing the beer
Betting, and raising trying to remember what to do
But still glad to be back with my peers

 I lost twenty dollars over the night
But the fun equaled the fee
Spending the evening playing betting tight
With a raise, a shuffle, and a pee
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MURDER REVISITED
2011

Yale co-ed murdered
In 1998
A Yale Professor was herded
Before cameras at his gate

He was the person of interest
They pointed the finger at him
But he easily passed the detector  test
After they had pulled him apart limb from limb

The case remained open
The Professor lost his job
The family kept hoping
And everyone continued to blog

A professor teaching in Hamden
Was bitten by the bug
Of searching for truth and justice
So he questioned, read, and dug

 I happened on him searching
My childhood neighbors and friends
Quickly realizing lurching
Was an adventure around the bend

A flurry of e-mails followed
As I pushed into the case
Through Yale grounds hollowed
At my usual breakneck pace

Now I just sit watching
For circumstance to catch up with time
Holding positive and negative touching
Waiting for the next round's bell to chime
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CATALYST FOR IDEAS
 10/21/2010 

I am the catalyst for ideas
Thoughts, and dreams for peers
and those on high
and those below
until they realize
their only foe
is themselves

There is no evil outside the mind
man made pains, and strife  blind
as nations hijack
deliverance
in the name of their Lord
and supposed holy countenance
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DETROIT

Howard GeraldComen

Late November 2017


THE CULMINATION OF BOOKER T, AIRMEN OF TUSKEGEE, ROBINSON JACKIE, AND RHYTHM AND BLUES IN DETROIT CITY


TO LAMONT, CHERYL, BRYAN, AND DAN


IN RHYTHM AND BLUES  HALLS

THEY BROKE THROUGH THE WALLS
SEPARATING MUSICIANS BY RACE  

AND HUMANITY


IT BEGAN AFTER THE CIVIL WAR

WHEN THEY COULDN'T"T IGNORE
THE VOTE OF EX- SLAVES IN ELECTIONS


TWO WHITE POLITICAL MEN,

TO RETURN TO WHERE THEY HAD BEEN
COURTED THE VOTE IN TUSKEGEE

OF DARK COMPLEXION


FOSTER APPEALED

AND BLACK LEADER  ADAMS REVEALED
THE NEED FOR THE BLACK CITIZENS TO HIRE


A TEACHER TO EDUCATE

BLACK CHILDREN TO OPEN THE GATE

 OF  FREEDOM, FINANCES, AND FIRE
 

SO FOSTER WON AND FINANCED

BOOKER T WASHINGTON
TO EDUCATE, EMANCIPATE,

AND TEACH FREEDOM


THEN IN TUSKEGEE YEARS LATER

BLACK MEN KNEW THEY WERE GREATER
TO FLY FIGHTERS IN COMBAT TO PROTECT 

THE WHITE FLYERS


BUT THE GENERALS DID NOT FEEL

BLACK FLYERS WERE REAL
BLACKS WERE INFERIOR TO WHITE MEN


BUT THE TUSKEGEE MEN REFUSED

TO BE ABUSED

AND REMAIN  IN  OBLIVION


THEY PERSISTED UNTIL

FIGURING THEY'D BE KILLED

THE GENERALS GAVE IN

.
THEY PROVED THEIR INSIGHT AND SUPERIORITY IN FLIGHT
AND WHITE PILOTS DEMANDED

THE TUSKEGEE AIRMEN 


THEY NEVER LOST A PLANE

BUT NEVER RECOGNIZED FOR THEIR GAINS
BUT FROM THE WHITE GUYS

WHO LIVED BEYOND THAT DAY


THEN  THROUGH THE DIN

OF PREJUDICE AND  RACISM,

CAME JACKIE ROBINSON


IN DODGER BLUE

HIS FAME GREW

AMIDST SCREAMING MURDEROUS FANS 


BUT THE ONLY TIMES HE RAN

WAS FROM THIRD TO HOME SAND

AND THE JEERS TURNED TO CHEERS

BY WHITE FANS


A BLACK HERO WAS BORN,

AMONG HATRED AND SCORN
FROM OPPOSING PITCHERS

 AND FANS OF THE FORLORN


BUT THE DODGER FANS,

BLACK, AND WHITE IN THE STANDS
REALIZED HE WASN'T JUST EQUAL,

BUT A SUPERIOR BASEBALL MAN

AS HIS FAME BECAME UNIVERSAL:


THEN THE OWNERS REALIZED,  

  MIXING COLORS MADE GREEN RISE

&  INTEGRATED FOR THE MONETARY PRIZE



BY NOW WHITE MUSICIANS,  

COVERED BLACK MUSIC LIKE MAGICIANS,
BUT WHITE KIDS SAW THROUGH THIS RUSE  

AND BOUGHT BLACK RHYTHM AND BLUES


THIS DETROIT SOUND

BROUGHT WHITE KIDS AROUND

TO WORSHIP REGARDLESS OF COLOR


THEY JUDGED PEOPLE BY ACTIONS

NOT BY RACE OR REFRACTION

REALIZING THIS TRUTH UNIVERSAL


WHAT YOU CALL DIFFERENT RACES  

 ARE JUST SHADES OF HUMAN FACES 

AND THERE REALLY IS NO BASIS

FOR WAR IN DIFFERENT PLACES


THAT WOULD SOLVE THE 

AND TO RECOGNIZE THIS

SHOULD BRING WORLDWIDE BLISS


SO BRYAN, DAN, ET ALL

CONSIDER THE HALL

AS A REMINDER HOW FAR WE HAVE COME


TO REMEMBER A TIME


WHEN NEIGHBORS AND KIN

STOPPED JUDGING BY SKIN


ON YOUR JOURNEY TO BLISS IS JUST HEAVENS REHEARSAL
SO BRYAN,  DAN AND ALL, PLEASE CONSIDER THE HALL AS A NEEDED DETROIT LOCATION
RECOGNIZE THE FACT THAT DETROIT'S MUSICAL ACTS CHANGED  AND UNITED THE NATION   
WHERE COLOR FADED AWAY AND PEOPLE WOULD  SAY JUDGE ONLY BY CHARACTER AND HEART
THAT RACE IS A RUN AND HUMANITY IS ONE, AND SHADES ARE NOT DIVISIONS TO PART 


THE CANCER ON HUMANITY

There is a cancer on humanity
spreading like wild fire
through every town and city
a worldwide funeral Pyre
Turning Souls inside out
Godless minds and evil mankind
burning the spirit of young and old
without remorse, Hearts grown cold
mindless prostitution
of God's constitution
for personal gain
through everyone's pain
Stand up and shout
Cut it out
Before it controls
Heartys and souls

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MY DILEMMA


I'm in a bit of a dilemma
I think that I'm working for God
but I don't know for sure
if i'm dirty or pure
and my mind is intertwined in a wad
I want to influence opinion
concerning the battle for Man
but I have no idea
If God is comfort or fear
Real, imagined, or Tan
I walk through the cemetery
to question, cajole, and demand
As I wind through the hourglass of life
with it's blessings, and strife
suffering,  failures and sand
I come and go as I please
saying whatever I please
taking numerous stands
No one understands
oblivious to consequence or fans
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PRAY FOR PEACE


Pray for Peace
then sit back
Do nothing
Never act
Wait for God
to answer your prayer
and you will find
nothing there
Prayer asks God
but No one listens
content to wait
until he's risen
Terrorism
is like a cancer
if you don't kill it
your death will answer
Divide and conquer
spread fear and hate
back into a corner
Those of Faith
Terrorists
descend from Cain
don't believe in God
Just Satan's reign
Had Abraham
not gone to Cannan
Or Moses stopped
with the Pharoh Gaining
or Jesus not talked

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ON GETTING OLD 

DIMINISHING RETURNS
 

I have reached the age of maturity
The point of diminishing returns
The age where hair diminishes
and where fear of sunburns turn
A youthful day at the beach
into one of large hats and coveralls
Visits to the John are elongated
While memory becomes short term
and one hurries past cemeteries
for fear of visits premature
where entering is one way
and one never leaves through the gate
only leaving vertical
flying without any weight
Magazines of medicare
replace sports and railroad modeler
Talk radio and TV ads
feature E D and replace things for toddlers
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GOD IS OUT THERE SOMEWHERE


God is out there, somewhere. No idea how close or how far. Sometimes I think we are a team. Sometimes I think we are opposite teams. I have a tendency to superimpose my own thoughts into places I imagine he/she is.  Some days I am large and in charge. Other days I seem to loose my footing and end up on my ass.
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WHERE THE HELL IS GOD


Where the Hell is God?
Many ask themselves.
Make a snake from Moses's rod.
Part the oceans then make them swell.


The world you gave
is coming apart.
Won't you save ?
Where is your heart?

Beheadings of believers
Children sex slaves to defend
Swaying to faith based deceivers
the world crying out for it to end


Waiting for a deliverer to happen by
While we sit in our Ivory Tower
while the righteous hide
and governments cower


Drugs becoming common place
The exception becoming the rule
the world seems strangely out of pace
Love replaced with evil and cruel


Cops cruising streets of cities
one eye on crime one on their backs
Without appreciation or pity
Victims of wanton Acts


Too many blacks in private prisons
Unequal justice, education, and jobs
too many unequal prejudiced decisions
too much hatred embodied in mobs


Democracy turning over billions
to the terrorist haven in Iran
In the guise of preventing millions
from perishing while hate flames are fanned


The Wolves lie in sheep's clothing
The Ayatollah in white robe and hood
disguising genocide, hate and loathing
pretending to be the engine that could.


Too many fairy tales
end with pushes into ovens
and where the righteous end up impaled
of  diabolical religious covens


God never alone saves the day
The Lone Ranger never really exists
No Superman will enter the fray
The meek must emerge from the mist


God laid down the ground rules
But let's us grow on our own
watching selfishness foster duels
where greed and  lust are condoned

Don't sit worshiping in wooden pews
praying for sanity to enter the world
Stand up, If  only a very few
and show God to the world unfurled


For he never works all alone

with ten stouthearted women and men
You will set the tone
stand up to those in the Lions Den
and Heaven will surely descend


Sewing the seeds God has sown.
Where the Hell is God
The Hell is under foot
Rising up past heaven's Sod
While God in Heaven stays put
waiting for some to request a loan
Of courage, compassion, and right from wrong
to march into hell for a heavenly cause
For this to occur God can wait but so long
for mankind to honor heaven's laws
and reap the fruits from the seeds sown


Sit back and all become swallowed alive
by hatred, lust, and greed
Stand up and fight for what is right
And God will take the lead
For God will only set the tone.
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​​​​​​TURN OUT THE LIGHT
 Howard Gerald Comen
December 3 2017


After six days in Detroit
with the Conference of Mayors
and a meeting  at the  A.U
I still have no players
















 After 30 some odd years
of fighting other peoples battles
From the US to  Africa
I'm jumping off the saddle









I thought  Muslims and Hindus

Buddhists, Christians and Jews
together are human
but against lights the fuse


 












I investigated a President,
told another to run
and befriended another one's cousin
but then got cooperation from none


 





I flew my team to Nigeria
on my own dime
but when we got there
we discovered a crime


 














So we quickly skedaddled
before we were killed
we turned back to Charleston
and paid off the bills


Cronkite and I
developed the Inside Story
But networks and locals
just said sorry.

 














Even God
used me to witness
his glory and presence
but my book never made anyone's list


 

 

 








I jousted with evil
partnered with ghosts
but reactions were feeble
no one would host


I wanted to be a lawyer
but became a detective instead
something I  will regret
until i'm dead


I rescued the Red Sox
from the Bambino's curse
but was never acknowledged
with a ring or my purse


 

 

 

 

 








I'm done fighting evil
like dishonesty and hate
at sixty seven
it's just too late


 




 


So to the Ghosts and the Goblims
and things that go bump in the night
to those seeking help
i have turned off the light
But the switch is on the right











MOTHER EMANUEL MURDERS

NO ONE IS BORN RACIST

JUNE 17 2015



Couldn't sleep. Started typing. Thanks to all of you that put up with my rants and raves over the years.. I hope someone shows this to my daughter Sarah and grandson Harrison when they are old enough to understand what I tried to do.

For 30 years I have waged a sort of guerrilla war against hatred in the name if interfaith harmony in South Carolina from the trenches of the Charleston Congress of Religions in the 1980's and 90's and Interfaith Partners of South Carolina in the new millennium. Battles for Equal Justice, Equal Education, and Equal Economic Opportunity have largely fallen on deaf ears. Governor Haley, largely at the bequest of Interfaith Partners of SC, has declared Interfaith Harmony Month for the past three or four years.

These efforts have been totally ignored by the press. I thought I was waging this war alongside God, clergy and academia throughout the state and beyond. Today

I am not sure.

As I walked down King Street yesterday at noon towards the Morris Brown AME

Church at noon I passed the area teeming with police and press. As I walked past TV Cars,tractor trailers, and hordes of TV people with cameras and laptops I became sick. It took nine murders of black

worshipers at a bible study to attract the press. All the national press of every form

of media were consumed with the story reminding me of the basics of journalism

" If it bleeds it leads."

As I sat in Morris Brown from Noon to 2 PM and watched local, state, and national clergy make speeches crafted for photo ops I realized that I wasted my 30 years waging this war. No one gets it or will get it. As we all held hands and swayed to and fro to the tune of "We Shall Overcome" I realized that by Saturday and Sunday the colorful crowd swaying will return to their lily white or pitch black places of worship separate by equal under everyone's eyes but God's.

Hatred isn't the work of a single deranged person. It is the work of centuries of inequity reinforced by family, society, and government. Hatred is reinforced by a racial achievement gap in Education of 15 to 23 %. Hatred is reinforced by government, law enforcement, and a judicial system that favors whites and disadvantages blacks. Business reinforces hatred by running the black middle class into oblivion in the 50's and 60's when white merchants opened their doors to black dollars and black wallets abandoned black businesses while white wallets remained closed to black businesses.

A scene from a 1949 Broadway play has always haunted me. I think it represents the situation in Charleston SC, the State of South Carolina, and the nation. One isn't born racist. .

You've got to be taught
To hate and fear,
You've got to be taught
From year to year,
It's got to be drummed
In your dear little ear
You've got to be carefully taught.

You've got to be taught to be afraid
Of people whose eyes are oddly made,
And people whose skin is a diff'rent shade,
You've got to be carefully taught.

You've got to be taught before it's too late,
Before you are six or seven or eight,
To hate all the people your relatives hate,
You've got to be carefully taught!
 Howie Comen



GLOBAL WARMING

Global warming is a joke

But 70 degrees when I awoke
makes me wonder

Sending all Muslims away
Before they run astray
Could be Democracy's most serious blunder

For freedom not extended
to those seeking independence
will surely send us under

Black lives matter
ideology, not idle chatter
makes me wonder

How things would be with equality
where everyone had enough money
for vegetables and butter

and a modest car
vacations not very far
and a roof to hide from the thunder

We entered the world bare
without knowledge or care
But then we were clothed and hidden

With reds, whites, and blues
with what was old and new
in teri cloth and Linnen


Surrounded by kisses
and Mobile Fishes
Tried to crawl but mostly sittin

But as we got older
dirty laundry got bolder
and mostly tight fitten
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There once was a family New Brunswick
 whose smiles were warm and infectious.
Dedicating each day
To publicly say
That the everyday spirit should be Christmas
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WHERE THE HELL IS GOD

Where the Hell is God?
Many ask themselves.
Make a snake from Moses's rod.
Part the oceans then make them swell.

The world you gave
is coming apart.
Won't you save ?
Where is your heart?


Beheadings of believers
Children sex slaves to defend
Swaying to faith based deceivers
the world crying out for it to end

Waiting for a deliverer to happen by
While we sit in our Ivory Tower
while the righteous hide
and governments cower

Drugs becoming common place
The exception becoming the rule
the world seems strangely out of pace
Love replaced with evil and cruel

Cops cruising streets of cities
one eye on crime one on their backs
Without appreciation or pity
Victims of wanton Acts

Too many blacks in private prisons
Unequal justice, education, and jobs
too many unequal prejudiced decisions
too much hatred embodied in mobs

Democracy turning over billions
to the terrorist haven in Iran
In the guise of preventing millions
from perishing while flames of hate are fanned

The Wolves lie in sheep's clothing
The Ayatollah dressed in white robe and hood
disguising genocide, hate and loathing
pretending to be the engine that could.

Too many fairy tales
end with pushes into ovens
and where the righteous end up impaled
of  diabolical religious covens

God never alone saves the day
The Lone Ranger never really exists
No Superman will enter the fray
The meek with courage must emerge from the mist

God laid down the ground rules
But let's us grow on our own
watching selfishness foster duels
where greed and  lust are condoned

Don't sit in your house of worship's pews
praying for sanity to enter the world
If you stand up, only a very few
and show God to the world unfurled
For he never works alone

Begin with ten stouthearted men
and an equal number of women
to stand up to the hoards brandishing swords
and you two tens will bring evil to an end
Sewing the seeds God has sown.

Where the Hell is God
The Hell is under foot
Rising up past heaven's Sod
While God in Heaven stays put
waiting for some to request a loan

Of courage, compassion, and right from wrong
to march into hell for a heavenly cause
For this to occur God can wait but so long
for mankind to honor heaven's laws
and reap the fruits from the seeds sown


Sit back and all become swallowed alive
by hatred, lust, and greed
Stand up and fight for what is right
And God will take the lead
For God will only set the tone+

  THE AGE OF MATURITY


I have reached the age of maturity
The point of diminishing returns
The age where hair diminishes
and where fear of sunburns turn
A youthful day at the beach
into one of large hats and coveralls

Visits to the John are elongated
While memory becomes short term
and one hurries past cemeteries
for fear of visits premature
where entering is one way
and one never leaves through the gate
only leaving vertical
flying without any weight

Magazines of medicare
replace sports and railroad modeler
Talk radio and TV ads
feature E D and replace things for toddlers
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The Life and Times of
Howard Gerald Comen 
 

I was born and raised

in the cold and snow
New England Boiled Dinners

and Connecticut Grown

Summers on the Susan, 

Salt from the Sound
Whistling through my hair

salty and wind blown
 
My Uncle Howard attended Choate
With John F Kennedy
Howard died crossing the Rhine

In The War to save Democracy
And Kennedy's death lives in infamy
 
I left home for College

learning to save the world
unsatisfied with the normal

frustrated by what I heard

Developed security

for the campus police
When I graduated

a detective office I leased
 
I married and moved Antibellum
To Charleston by the Sea
Hell bent on changing misfortune
and the evils I would see 
 
I crossed paths with Mickey Spillane
I was his real Private Eye
I preached about Able and Cain
In a Black Baptist Church by and by
 
I saw the underbelly of the politics
of the Clinton's from Arkansas

I saw how government and greed Mix
Investigating the last thing Foster saw.
 
I found An American in Asia
Suffering Bi Polar disease
I arranged his return to America
by arranging a political reprieve
 
"W" was pitch hitting for his Dad
In Charleston in 1981
I told him his speech wasn't bad
That he himself should run 
 
"No, I'm working an oil man
I leave campaigns to my Dad"
If I ever changed my financial plan
Laura would be very mad 
 
When looking for an inspector
Who disappeared and maybe had died 
I wondered into the sector
Where Priests and Rabbis reside
 
Walter Cronkite and I corresponded
On my investigative reporting idea
I put our thoughts into my responses
over most of my investigative years
 
When the local press ignored me
and I needed a national poke
Geraldo let the nation see
that corruption was no joke
 
St Catherine determined

I would react to hopes and dreams
knowing I would recognize
Heaven & Earth weren't what it seemed

Soon I was flooded by requests
for action from living and dead
It seemed I was on some Godly quest
and neglected my daily bread
 
The Red Sox were long suffering
Through the Bambinos curse
So we went to spring training
and saw the Red Sox go worse to first

 
We ended up in the Press Box
and then into the owner's seats
pictures were taken with the Sox
 First the Yankees were beat

and then Cards went down to defeat
 
My son's Professor let me know
Nigerian pipelines needed protection
So Richard, and I decided to Go
and pitch our financial projection
 
While negotiating our deal
Shin Bet send Ilan a Text
people in power were trying to steal
so we hightailed it out to the West
 
In my career I also flew
into Johanesberg
A Church corruption scandal grew
that I was assigned to purge
 
A Charleston cop was killed
 In April of 74
He happened on an armed robbery 
at a local grocery store.
 
Cannon and Whatley investigated
But the case remained unsolved
The FBI arrested the Chief of Police
As an unrelated charge evolved
 
No one ever solved the case
Cops Cannon and Whatley grew old
Whatley was reaching the end of life
So we three reopened the case Cold
 
Once again the case grows cold
But still rests in the back of my mind
Whatley passed away a few years ago
But I'm still waiting for a sign

A father and girlfriend
kidnapped his baby girl
He beat the mother on the head
and left for somewhere in the world

I traced his rental truck
To New Haven where I was from
Flew there and had unexpected luck
When a Judge said "arrest the bum".

So when he returned to drop his truck 
We were waiting, the cops and me
I approached him with the rule of law
"The baby " or a jail cell you'll  see

The Connecticut cops took the child
and I flew the mom back East
I successfully was able to close the file
Mom and Baby at Peace

A mother stole her child away
after the Dad won custody
I sent a former agent of the CIA
To Frankfurt Germany

She found the baby there
The mom working down the hall
We told the Father where
He gave the consulate a call
We don't know how the custody fared.

As the world deteriorated further
and terrorists enacted Jihad
Using rape, destruction, and murder
in the distorted name of God
 
I obsessed with the need for Heaven
to help mankind deliver a response
but I found that Heaven wasn't drivin
and man was occupied with detente   
 
God put me in proximity
to the Governor and the President's kin
but I seemed ineffectively
destined to travel where I'd been
 
I'm sitting in my makeshift office
My grandfathers desk behind
trying to make some sense
looking for some kind a sign
 
Half of me wants to not give a damn
Half wants to cut and run
The other half looks for an action plan
But everything adds up to one.
 
No one chases rainbows
No one gives a damn
content to let their lives run out
Selfishly interpreting  "I Am" 
 
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NOBODY READS MY STUFF
I write stuff down
that nobody reads
like a tree falling in the forest

or a warm summer breeze
Sometimes things I say
reverberate in someone else's mind
then after I leave
their name gets assigned
As i wallow in mediocrity
broke, depressed, and alone
i rejoice in my associations
yet at my failures i curse and moan


TO ALL GOVERNMENT LEADERS                    Howard Gerald Comen 1/20/18   


BELOW IS A POEM DESIGNED TO EXPLAIN WHERE THE REAL ENEMY BE     " We must all hang together, or assuredly we shall all hang separately"?                              

A Political Party is not a free for all drunken party         To dance on tables with a shades on your head               Drinking wantonly the fruits of our sweat                           And playing your party games trying to take us to bed

Political Parties are a bunch of smarties                           That misrepresent the facts                                               With elections over you must pave over                           All these despicable acts

You just don’t know that we owe                                       each other to move us forward                                        Or you will see a sea that you sewed                                Of the discontent you poured


Play with the pay of social security                                   Mess with the military salary                                                                                       And in 20 20 we will show no pity                                                                                      And we will throw you bums from your ivory gallery

IN CASE YOU FORGOT BELOW IS THE ENEMY NOT THE PRESIDENT, REPUBLICANS, AND DEMOCRATS. THE ENEMY IS ISIS, NORTH KOREA, VIOLENCE IN KENYA AND AFRICA


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TO ALL GOVERNMENT LEADERS                             Howard Gerald Comen 1/20/18                                                                                                                                       

BELOW IS A POEM DESIGNED TO EXPLAIN WHERE THE REAL ENEMY BE             " We must all hang together, or assuredly we shall all hang separately"?                                   

A Political Party is not a free for all drunken party                                                                 To dance on tables with a shades on your head                                                           Drinking wantonly the fruits of our sweat                                                                           And playing your party games trying to take us to bed


Political Parties are a bunch of smarties                                                                            That misrepresent the facts                                                                                               With elections over you must pave over                                                                                  All these despicable acts


You just don’t know that we owe                                                                                        each other to move us forward                                                                                          Or you will see a sea that you sewed                                                                              Of the discontent you poured


Play with the pay of social security                                                                                     Mess with the military salary                                                                                                    And in 20 20 we will show no pity                                                                                      And we will throw you bums from your ivory gallery

IN CASE YOU FORGOT BELOW IS THE ENEMY NOT THE PRESIDENT, REPUBLICANS, AND DEMOCRATS. THE ENEMY IS ISIS, NORTH KOREA, VIOLENCE IN KENYA AND AFRICA


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TO ALL GOVERNMENT LEADERS                             Howard Gerald Comen 1/20/18                                                                                                                                       

BELOW IS A POEM DESIGNED TO EXPLAIN WHERE THE REAL ENEMY BE             " We must all hang together, or assuredly we shall all hang separately"?                                   

A Political Party is not a free for all drunken party                                                                 To dance on tables with a shades on your head                                                           Drinking wantonly the fruits of our sweat                                                                           And playing your party games trying to take us to bed


Political Parties are a bunch of smarties                                                                            That misrepresent the facts                                                                                               With elections over you must pave over                                                                                  All these despicable acts


You just don’t know that we owe                                                                                        each other to move us forward                                                                                          Or you will see a sea that you sewed                                                                              Of the discontent you poured


Play with the pay of social security                                                                                     Mess with the military salary                                                                                                    And in 20 20 we will show no pity                                                                                      And we will throw you bums from your ivory gallery

IN CASE YOU FORGOT BELOW IS THE ENEMY NOT THE PRESIDENT, REPUBLICANS, AND DEMOCRATS. THE ENEMY IS ISIS, NORTH KOREA, VIOLENCE IN KENYA AND AFRICA


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