Poem – NO REGRETS? (By Ray Gallucci)




He desired fame,

Played assassin’s game:

As obsessive stalker,

Took his shot at Walker.


But his bullet missed,

And it left him pissed.

Fame elusive still,

Sought another kill.




Nation’s biggest fish

To fulfill his wish.


Kennedy’d progress

Past his sniper’s nest

Where he’d take his shots,

Culminate his plots.


Bullet last rang true,

Now he’d earn his due!

And to ice his cake,

One more life he’d take.


But his claim, “I’m patsy,”

Just a bit too catty?

How could such a zero

Kill our nation’s hero?


A conspiracy

Surely had to be.

Very few’d accept

Killer so inept.


Then when Ruby plugged

Oswald’s smirking mug,

Had the world convinced

No coincidence.


So he shares the guilt

With unknowns who still

Garner some of “credit” –

Would he now regret it?


Author Bio:

I am a Professional Engineer who has been writing poetry since 1990. I am an incorrigible rhymer, tending toward the skeptical/cynical regarding daily life. I have been fortunate to have been published in poetry magazines and on-line journals such as NUTHOUSE, MOTHER EARTH INTERNATIONAL, FEELINGS/POETS’ PAPER, MÖBIUS (when Jean Hull Herman published), PABLO LENNIS, MUSE OF FIRE, SO YOUNG!, THE AARDVARK ADVENTURER, POETIC LICENSE, THUMBPRINTS, UNLIKELY STORIES, BIBLIOPHILOS, FULLOSIA PRESS, NOMAD’S CHOIR, HIDDEN OAK, PABLO LENNIS, POETSESPRESSO, SOUL FOUNTAIN, WRITER’S JOURNAL, ATLANTIC PACIFIC PRESS, DERONDA REVIEW, LYRIC, THE STORYTELLER, WRITE ON! and DANA LITERARY SOCIETY.