Payoff Poems - Poems about Payoff

...Breathless panting as I sat waiting my abusive ex husband to return from his big job with Ciro Gargano dynamite gas cans golf balls with draino two hand grenades finally dust pans used to pour gasoli......Read the rest...

...For my handler’s special agent Leroy Heimbach special agent Kevin Dreary special agent Paula Brand special agent Alan King how I became a causality of wearing wires pregnant buying weapons and drugs ......Read the rest...

...No objection to cold weather, but... ah jest wanna boomerang back into the womb versus being threatened courtesy beastie boy gang beating me to a pulp after accurately discerning being s......Read the rest...

...MAYOR RICHARD DALEY I can’t fear you Ciro Gargano believe me I know the wrath that sent the Fbi to my door to warn me of your victims and how I could save my children by wearing wires pregnant for th......Read the rest...

...Knitting a tiny woolly sweater, for a sweet-tempered mouse He sleeps on a blue letter, that arrived from grandmother’s house Using scraps of yarn, that came from a pair of socks Was keeping it to ......Read the rest...

...I was murdered by car bomb ignited my face Peter Gargano and my imposter jay Townsend Johnson Henry embezzled my traumatic brain injury claim this freak of nature hacked into my accounts using fake I......Read the rest...

...Mayor Richard Daley That’s where it all began the FBI warning me my life was in danger my children lives were in danger because Ciro Gargano had committed these horrific Mayor Daley arsons 9 elderly ......Read the rest...

...Busy time very frustrating watching my husband and ciro gargano go over the blue prints over and over again during the 1984 elections for lake county Daniel Furlan Bobby Thompson Ernest Fishe......Read the rest...

...Remembering our friendship how we'd talk for hours about any topic family love kids life how it hurt not to hear from one another sending cards pictures letters remember that I remember so ......Read the rest...

...I create the words… an orchestry of thought as written down. A reader’s paradise… dancing to the words without a sound. To be a poet… words are my family, their voices my home. The creations… a ......Read the rest...

...It’s a holiday weekend, all of the ‘fellows’ have Monday off. At lunch Wednesday, Lisa said, “We need a throw-down.” So, we made some invites and started spreading word around. “You know, we all......Read the rest...

... "The Forest, The Lot and The Carpetbagger" In the middle of it all, in The Forest, I was asked by a soothsayer to choose a number 1, 2 or 3. I said in all si......Read the rest...

...No objection to cold weather, but... ah jest wanna boomerang back into the womb to escape unrelenting forbidding gloom. perhaps cuz mine generation nsync with baby boom. No matter birth can......Read the rest...

...Just about to launch a new career Or maybe I should call it a hobby Dani Spies has certainly caught my attention With her mouth watering recipes And easy step-by-step videos to help us al......Read the rest...

...“You are not yet fifty years old,” the Jews said to him, “and you have seen Abraham!” “I tell you the truth,” Jesus answered, “before Abraham was born, I am!” At this, they picked up stones to sto......Read the rest...