A poem to the late Robbin Willams

A poem to Robin Williams

You made us laugh, you made us cry, and now we wonder why you died. 

Your movies and shows put a smile on our faces, and made our hearts go better places. You helped us forget all of our sorrows, and look forwards to a better tomorrow.

While you are helping us we did not know, that deep in side you there was no glow.

That the funny faces was just a name, when actually you where hiding pain.

We laughed a smiled at every joke, when deep inside you where really broke.

No one knew the pain you felt, and the troubles you where dealt.

We’re sorry that you felt this way, and felt thought you could not stay.

We all know you’re in a better place, making sure everyone has a smiley face.

Your imitating every one from down here, and this is what we really fear.

As time goes by this will fade, but when a movie is on we will remember your name.

We will think back to your first show, and the feelings that left our hearts a glow.

Mork and Mindy will steal our heart, and make us look back to when it first start.

A Na Nu or shush but, will make our day, and all of worries go away.

Miss Doughtfire will make us say, we wish we had you to help us today.

We wanted you as our nanny, you gave us all some sanity.

We will really miss you MR. Robin Williams, your face and smile is worth billions.

We all know you’re in a better place, making sure everyone has a smiley face.

Is this a dream?

Am lying in a hammock under a warm spring breeze, or by a fireplace sleeping with the heat upon me?

Am I swinging from side to side, or skiing down a mountainside?

I feel the warmth filling the air, with a soft breeze everywhere, birds are singing a sweet song, while people are talking and carrying on.

My mind drifts off to some familiar places where children are playing, with smiles on their faces.

They are running around with no care in their minds, except for playing and having a good time.

The birds are chirping and flying around, while others are sitting on the ground.

They are happy to see everyone having fun, and feel the warmth of the sun.

I look towards the sky and see clouds pass by, and I start to wonder why?

Why do these clouds have to come by, now everyone is saying goodbye.

Goodbye to the fun, and the warmth of the sun. Goodbye to the birds in the air, and the children everywhere.

I now feel a different breeze. The worm spring breeze has turned to cold, and a chill has come upon my soul.

Drops of rain have begun to fall, as people run to hide from it all. They run to their homes, and cars, leaving behind memories and scars.

 My body awakes from this place, but strange looks come on my face. Was this a dream or was I transported to a make believe place?

This is in memory of Sgt. Scott Lunger.

When you woke up that morning, the day came with out a warning.

You tried to pull over a stolen bike, but the rider decided to take your life.

 Now your community and friends gather around to say one last goodbye as they watch your casket drive by. They line streets with flags and tears, and recall their memories of you throughout the years.

 

Now family and close friends are waiting around as your casket is lowered into the ground. Why did he shoot him they say, and they cry and walk away.

 

You were too young to go, Why you where taken we don’t know. We would like to think it was your time to go.

 

Your family will be ok. In time their pain will go away. They will have friends they never knew they had, to help everyone through and this makes them glad. To know there are people who understand and willing to lend a helping hand, and to know that they are not alone while going thorough the grieving zone.

 

You where taken too soon form this place. Guess heaven needed to see your smiling face. We will miss you down here every day, but as time goes by we all will be ok.  

 

This is in memory of Sergeant Scott Lunger. May you rest in peace.

A little poem to our dear mayor

Mr. Mayor you say crime is down. You must think we are a bunch of clowns Why is there is crime tape all around?

How come there are shootouts in the streets? Is this a place where people grieve?

They see a yellow tarp on the ground, covering someone that was shot down.

 Families are being torn apart. Do you REALLY think this is smart?

 When are these shootings going to stop, and we hear silence instead of gun pops?

While you’re in your office safe and sound, you can’t hear the cries of this town. And see the dead bodies on the ground? You need to take a look around.

You ask the people how they feel, and then throw a temper tantrum when OUR plan is revealed; like a child who is throwing a fit on the ground.

We did not get enough signatures this time, but we are not ready to give up or cross the line. We need you out ASAP, so we can finally get some sleep.

We need to take our great town back, and not listen to any useless flack. Heck we’ll help you pack.

Lying under a tree

Your lying under a tree, and this is what your eyes can see, sky blue, and grass green, prettiest picture you have ever seen.

White puffy clouds floating by and you begin to wonder, why can life can be keen, where sky is blue and grass is green.

You hear birds chirping all around, and a gentle breeze blowing trees all around.

You see a rabbit hopping by and look at it and say hi. You watch it for a while, and you realize it made you smile.

You get hungry so you see a picnic basket, you open it up and you see, a better place for you and me. You climb in this box, and what you see blows off your sox.

You’re at the beach you see, and your hoping this is not a dream.

The sand is warm the water is blue, this the perfect place for you and me.

You lie on the beach and feel the sun, and say to yourself, “Im having too much fun”

You hear some children talking away, and you smile and say to yourself that made my day. Lying on the beach you fall asleep, while the waves start to creep, they wash away all your worries and pain, then you feel the mist of a gentle rain. You run for cover from the rain, and the children who were playing do the same. You inside nice and dry, as you watch the rain as it s passing by. You fall asleep in your place so dry, you cant help but wonder why, you don’t want this day to end, and all the new people you call friends. You stop and wonder could this be a dream? This is far from being seen. Am I home snug in my bed? Or lying by a fireplace glowing instead. This is one thing no one will ever know, and a place you can always go. Just open a lock, climb in the box hold and  on tight, you’re in for a special delight.

My question for you is as you see, is this a dream or reality?

The answer to this is yet to be seen, the dream is up to you, where you go and what you do.

Low ridder pants

So you think you’re cool walking around, with your pants hanging on the ground, with people looking all around. Don’t you know, we don’t care we don’t want to see your underwear. In 1959 man made a belt, been thinking this might help, just place it all around and keep your pants from falling down. When you are walking down the street, with your pants hanging at your feet, you might trip on your pants, “I see London, I see France, I don’t want to see thugs underpants” We don’t care if your underpants are blue or white, it can cause as awful fright. So next time you get dressed, please try look your best, pick a pair that fit just right, even if they fit too tight, it’s better that walking around with your pants fallen to the ground.

A poem to the Antioch pd

A poem to the Antioch Police Dept

Thank you to all the men and women who wear blue, keeping our streets safe for me and you.

You put away all the thugs, and throw away all the guns and drugs.

You make our streets safe and sound so we have a chance to walk around.

 You tell the thugs to go away, and IF you come back, you will put them away.

We have a hotel where they can stay, where they can learn how to behave.

They need to learn right from wrong; maybe they should go back to Kindergarten and learn that song.

So next time you see a car with red and blue, give them a smile you don’t know what they have gone through.

They could have just come from a call that had a child involved that is the worst kind of call.

When you see the lights a glow, just pull over you never know, what they are doing, could be an accident, robbery or a shooting

We thank you men and women who wear blue, we admire what you do through to keep our streets safe from day to day.

We would like to thank you Individually, but you are all to busy taking care of our city.

We know you are stretched so thin, and this is a challenge you can never win.

 Keeping our streets safe and sound, and putting the thugs back in the ground.

 We thank you to all who wear blue; we thank you for all that you do.  

Guns guns

Guns, guns, go away little kiddos want to play.

 Place your self in a little box, with a good old fashion kind of lock.

We are tired of you shooting in our streets, where all the families like to meet.

I hope your box is snug and tight, so we can sleep safer tonight.

Where tired of you shooting all our friends, will this madness ever end?

We hate to see blood shed in our streets when kids and family’s play and meet.

 We know that you like to shoot, but it’s about time we give you the boot.

 We all want to sleep safe tonight, so we can awake at morning’s light.

So, guns, guns, go away, we need to take back our streets today!!!!!.