They were not supposed to die that day They were not supposed to leave us They were not supposed to die that way Leaving America and the world to grieve them They were part of who this Country was They were what made it the “Home of the Brave”!! And when they took them away […]
Poetry Corner: Bobby Richardson “The Revolution Will Not Be Televised (Revisited 2018)” (Law Day honorable mention)
You will not be able to stay home Brothers and Sisters. You will not be able to plug in, log on and cop out. You will not be able to lose yourself in thought and slip; slip out for a Starbucks coffee during commercials, because the Revolution will not be televised. The Revolution will not […]
Poetry Corner: Bobby Richardson “NRA, We’ve Had Enough”
We’ve heard all your lies. Had Enough! Your psychotic alibis. Had Enough! On our children’s backs is a bullseye! Had Enough! Your motto is kill and let die. Shame on you! You’re nothing but a killing tool. You’ll get your due! We should have listened to your plan. Shame on us. You warned us, “from […]
Poetry Corner: Bobby Richardson “Benicia Family Depot”
She parks down at the Marina Where she sits on waters edge. In a lovely town, with lovely people A modern day Pleasantville, Ne’er a soul dreads. On a hot summer day Or a cool summer night It’s a haven for families And lovers alike. Pardon me boy, was this the California Choo Choo, 780 […]
Bobby Richardson: Camp Diversity USA
They say familiarity breeds contempt. Whether you subscribe to this philosophy, or not, please allow me to vent. To be different is to be blessed. What if we were all the same? Can you imagine the bigger mess? Imagine much more madness, than we currently have now. It would manifest exponentially. I mean wow!! I […]
Poetry Corner: Bobby Richardson “Why I Write Poetry”
I first started writing poetry for the same reason people write or keep journals. Growing up in Alabama as a kid in a family of 12, I went without a lot. I subsequently began to write my feelings down on paper, and voila, a poet was born and my first poem of many to come […]