Best Announcer Poems

you're a D.J
you're a preacher
a carer or
 a teacher
you're a painter
you're a builder
you're a bouncer
or announcer
you're a chef!
you're a doctor
you're a dentist
 you're a chemist
or a nurse!
you're a lawyer
you're a sales rep
or a vet!
 all having your possesions
 all having your professions
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11/17/16



He did not hit no home run, it was a grounder

How many cabinets or counters

Have some sort of white powder

Many meals cooked with flour

Familiar with the Two Towers 

As well as Wario and Bowser 

Head up, regardless of any times being dour

Nagivating around sharp objects...

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They didn't rush out to greet him
When Father time made his call...
They traded house and picket fence...
For one room down a long hall

like soldiers standing watch...
They take turns staring at the clock...
And wonder where the babies are....
They used to rock!

He said....It's Grand Central Station...
Every day,...

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Patrick O’Flanagan’s covert shenanigans
Make people ask where he gets to at night
There’s a perception that Patrick O’Flanagan
Visits a door with a glowing red light

What people don’t know about Patrick O’Flanagan
Is he has only one goal
Each night at ten to ten, visits his gran again
She does...

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It was like a whisper- 
My wife delivered the sad news- 
"Your grandfather was dead."- 
And so he was- 
Her eyes was awfully sad- 
Touched me gently on my back- 
He was old- 
The time I started to noticed him around- 
He was a relic-...

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The lines on the field are painted a bright white.
I see the sun set slowly behind the goal post.
My eyes are blinded by the electric light.
At games we go all out and do the most.
I can hear the sizzle and pop of greasy concession stand...

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It must have been around 1967, a Christmas that 
feels like yesterday. Funny thing though, I don’t 
remember unwrapping it, I don’t remember jumping 
for joy, but I’m certain I did. With five children we 
didn’t think of asking Santa for more than one gift....

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Have you met, good old Grandma Goodie, Goodie,
With her gingerbread house of sweets emporium,
Tasty treats unwholesome to eat, but oh in pleasures
Indulgence, she corners the market, the bitter,
To the sweet, with her delicious confectionery delights.
Skip, skip along the forest path of the unknown
Trail, it’s the...

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When I am looking at the end of the board, my world shrinks down to that one foot at the end of the board. My hands swing gently back and forth, and back again. My mind tries to focus letting all the noises from outside...

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Counting imaginary sheep
Hoping to persuade my mind to sleep 
Anxious and terrified to step on stage, tomorrow,
Its three am and I'm already searching for courage
Fast forward freeze frame,
My stomach feels like there's a butterfly on flames,
Sweaty palms and salty saliva,
Really wishing I was only the...

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Moulin Rouge

The greens and pinks magnetize to my eye
Like flowers abloom, in a field espied
That overwhelms creation’s invention
With beauty of grandiose dimension,
Shifting to the wind’s orchestrated movements,
And winks my soul agape by the performance
To be delighted by the extravaganza presented.

To see the hand, relax in...

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Sean Green - a Met who wrote a book on Zen 
Ike Davis - traded (damn it) to Pittsburgh
    As an aging Met fan and a somewhat observant Jew
  I take pride in 
their accomplishments
   Played a little while...

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"Toe Valley Tom will be right back!"  

Cued the Mule Skinner Blues, as I finally took a break from my Bluegrass Show on WTOE, the radio station you could hear across the street--if you were lucky! 

Its a very long story how I took...

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A common-born child
was changed by the death
of a man one day.
Back in the 60's,
(I remember.)
when barefoot kids
were called in,
from carefree play.
A rowdy, raucous group,
(Tag, you're 'it' No! Tag,
I got you back.)
tumbling into the backdoor,
in answer to Momma's call.
I, being first inside,
pulled up short,
knowing something
just wasn't...

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I heard the radio say we won’t make it
the announcer was quite sure of it

I’m fearing the sound of sirens 
Welcoming the sound of detachment

From inside out
Outside in 
From last nights drink to tomorrow nights sin

Dead on time isn’t my usual agenda, but neither was...

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