Best Byrd Poems

Stunning Revelations From Ancient Maps

Professor Hapgood’s studies on ancient maps were fixed
Einstein said his theories should be added to history’s mix
Perhaps it proved too big a leap for other minds to take
But his ancient culture findings, Hapgood would not forsake

6000 BC, before Egypt’s pyramids were built
Millennia before Pompeii’s lava had been spilled
Or small fishing boats hugged the Mediterranean Coast
And Columbus’s “daring” voyage was not even close

Ancient seafarers drew with astounding accuracy
Maps of the world they once knew, the fishermen’s legacy
Antarctica sans ice and closer to the equator
The Mid-Atlantic Ridge once an above-sea sky scraper

Siberia touching Alaska with no Bering Strait
(Palin could have seen Russia without snow from her back gate)
 Cuba, England, Sweden, too, on these maps appear clearly
But Sweden’s fully glacial; England’s blanket an ice sheet

If we believe Hapgood, a civilization once thrived
Thousands of years before language; maps keep memories alive
Technology to chart the seas was lost in ancient times
With latitude and longitude measurements quite refined

Sea kings’ cities may have succumbed during the last Ice Age
Surviving nations lost their skill when history turned a page
Geography to be found again when the Earth had healed
“Discoverers” reinvented the forgotten ship’s wheel

Magellan, perhaps not the first to sail around the globe
Admiral Byrd not the first man to visit the South Pole
Spirits from a colony of seafarers can be found
From deep beneath Antarctic ice, they try to spread the word

But laugh they must as scientists forecast global warming
And man attempts to alter life and heed their dire warning
Shifting poles?  Natural cycles!  Men would be well advised
To study the maps Hapgood found and open their closed minds 



To learn more about Professor Charles Hapgood’s map studies and the comments made by 
Albert Einstein, you can visit http://www.crystalinks.com/crustal.html.

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The Keets, Goldie and Blueboy, Oh My

There once was a family named Keets
         They spoke             in a series of tweets
     Goldie was                      yellow and slender, of course
        Blueboy                          was puffy and had no remorse
  Together,                               they’d swing or gaze in the mirror
  And watching                         them peck could not have been dearer
   Their house                              was a castle of plastic and wire
 That echoed                                  their chirps, an avian choir
 It always sat                                    perched on Grandmother’s table
 And that was                                     the start of this family fable
  You see, she                                      would often leave open their door
  They could fly                                      freely or even explore
      But one day,                                    not seeing the window ajar
     She sighed as                                    they both winged their way to a star
 Blueboy returned                                  but Goldie was free
     How Grandmother                            cried as she did decree
    I’ll get my girl back         , I’ll call      the police
     Thinking for certain, they’d   listen        at least
  When asked to provide her name and        address
               With no second thoughts, she        muttered her best
     She lived on Byrd Street and this was         no joke
              They did not believe her, had she        misspoke?
                      Sure lady! They said, no time      for a game!
             Grandmother and Blueboy were never the same

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The lineage is finally revealed.
Many people are at a loss for a response when someone says,
"You don't know Jack Schitt."
Now you can intellectually handle the situation.
Jack is the only son of Awe Schitt and O. Schitt.
Awe Schitt, the fertilizer magnate married O. Schitt, the owner of Needeep N. Schitt Inc. They had one son, Jack.
In turn Jack Schitt married Noe Schitt and the deeply religious couple had 6 children: Holie Schitt, Fulla Schitt, Giva Schitt, Bull Schitt and the twins, Deap Schitt and Dip Schitt.
Against her parents objections, Deap Schitt married Dumb Schitt, a high school drop out.
After 15yrs. of marriage, Jack and Noe Schitt divorced.
Noe Schitt later remarried Ted Sherlock and because her kids were living with them she wanted to keep her previous name. She was then known as Noe Schitt-Sherlock.
Meanwhile, Dip Schitt married Loda Schitt and they produced a son of nervous disposition, Chicken Schitt.
Two other of the 6 children, Fulla Schitt and Giva Schitt who were inseparable throughout childhood subsequently married the Happens brothers in a dual ceremony. The wedding announcement in the newspaper announced the Schitt-Happens wedding. The Schitt-Happens children were: Dawg, Byrd and Hoarse. Bull Schitt, the prodigal son, left home to tour the world and recently returned home from Italy with his new Italian bride, Pisa Schitt.
So now when someone says, "You don't know Jack Schitt." , you can correct them because you most certainly do.

FAMILY HISTORY RECORDED BY CROCK O. SCHITT INC.

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Street Crows

Mr. Seagull,
Have you seen Mr. and Mrs. Crow?
Oh my, I'm worried about them, 
Where did they go?
The Ravens' answer,
"They didn’t say, we don't know.
Eviction dispelled them far away, 
and with nothing to eat.
Nowhere to sleep, 
and the last of the flock left for skid row.
Like the Byrd family, scattered. 
They flew out of formation, 
F.Y.I. they're beat, Broken.
In search of a new underpass.
A new city, such a pity.
Meandering, and struggling in tow.
To find shade in this scorching August heat.
Forced to move on and hide their pride. 
Trying to begin once again, 
A new start, an old low."

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Those Meat Pies

•	Those Meat Pies/Tony Adamo/2011
Straight to the head groove in hip time/ lay me out man It's jam time/ Ya know the funk is slight/ It's tight/ bright syllables in five four time/Walkin' the beat on low down street/ her hips got me in a deep trip/ high on the smell of her sex/ her ex is Ted the freaky flex/ sippin a black coffee brew on a hot musky day/ lovin you baby is the only way/walkin' the dog on a four lane highway/ drum sticks as chop sticks/ Man do fries go with that shake/ subway fusion' dance hall bumpin' grinding bodies to the iphone dance/ can you see it? Love has got you in the trance/ the acid head trip/ street corner junkies lyin' bout their lives/ mama makin' those meat pies/ dive in brother and sisters the hipsters teachin" ya how to side step the squares/ have it your way love on the rocks with a hard knock chaser/ Man I'm flyin out JFK/ get me outta here I changed my mind straight up/ my passport says Paris France/ My feet say hip me to the nearest dance/ Where's that ladder at? I need to climb out of this heat/ Art Blakey and the jazz messengers birdland brunin/better grab your girlfriend cause she's in love with the band/ Clifford Brown/ 
Brownie was the man/ dead at 25/his influence lay heavy on those young cats
including Donald Byrd, Lee Morgan, Booker Little, Freddie Hubbard, Woody Shaw, Wallace Roney,/ I put a match book cover under a table lag to help me balance up my thoughts on settin up shop to sell my jazz vinyl / No free give away today/ wait was it true/ the great Gerry Mulligan was waiting tables at a little jazz dive called the ashtray/ waiting for the nite to fall so he could jump the stage and free himself/ be himself into the kool jazz scene/(Chet Baker Sings, It Could Happen to You/ Me? yes you bro/ Mike Clark and the Headhunters/ What was that he said?/ oh it's Thelonious Monk in shades and beret/ diggin life the Thelonious way
Tony Adamo Hipspoken Word

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The Red Flops

The Red Flops
 
Its baseball time in Boston Town
 Sure hope the team won t let us down
 Gonzales, Papi and Bobby V.
 Will surely a pennant bring.
 
But oh no the season came
 And all our players came up lame.
 Bailey never threw a pitch
 Followed soon by Youkilis
 
On the Disabled List went Jacoby
 So they brought in a guy named Cody
 needed another infield arm
 So they looked down to the farm.
 
No Paw Sox were ready yet
 Especially not Inglesias
 so they traded and got Avilla
 Started as a home run killer
 
Faded quick tho he didn t last
 So Cody picked up the slack
 Dustin fielded like an all star
 His bats power well not so far.
 
Papi now can hit to right
 High average and his home run might
 But poor Alex can t hit his weight
 All his hits stay inside the gates.
 
Still no Carl in center field
 really good 147 million dollar deal.
 No more Tek behind the plate
 A guy named Salty can t hit his weight.
 
Beckett, Lester and Bucholtz
 Our starting pitching aces trio.
 Have ERA's of almost seventeen
 My mother could outpitch those three.
 
Three cheers to the new guy Middlebrooks
 Home run power, decent looks
 Marlyn Byrd was a former Padre
 Has hit a few and earned his way.
 
Still the season is very young
 only 26 games are gone
 Sox only 7.5 games out.
 Still time to bring the team around.
 
Lets hope the Sox ownership team
 Wants to count wins and not pennies
 Bring the team talent that they need
 To win one more Beantown World Series.

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Shaggy Dog Limericks

The Spaniel

A Spaniel that uses its head 
Can tell when its owner’s unfed 
So instead of a duck
That is down on its luck 
Will deliver a pizza instead
 
The Affenpinscher (Affen)

Not sniffle nor snuffle nor wheeze 
Not chest in distress if you please 
None we have found
Quite capture the sound
Of its name (which is more like a sneeze)
 
The Afghan Hound

The Afghan’s a dog groomer’s joy 
The definitive Lord Fauntleroy 
But with all that coiffure
One is never quite sure 
If the “she” is a girl or a boy
 
The Airedale Terrier

Airedale, king of the terriers 
Domain without borders or barriers 
Stubborn and proud
On alert, never cowed
Justly known for their cute little derriers
 
The Akita

Hachiko the name that he bore 
An Akita of Japanese lore
In sunshine and rain 
He would wait for a train
And a man who died seasons before

The Alaskan Malamute

He traveled with Byrd to the Pole 
Although Fairbanks was actually their goal 
On a very dark night
They turned left and not right 
Now their feat is for all to extol
 
The Basenji

A Basenji may giggle or snark 
Chat with pigeons it meets in the park
From the moment it wakes 
Oh, the noises it makes!
Just don’t ever expect it to bark
 
The Basset Hound

Is it sorrow in canine disguise?  
Is it pity empathic and wise?
Or is it not either 
Nor sympathy neither
But hunger we see in its eyes?

The Beagle

A Beagle is loyal but...dumb 
An endearing, affectionate chum 
Tireless and lean
A hunting machine
Just don’t ask him to chase and chew gum

The Belgian Malinois (Mal)

When the SEALS did their raid on bin Laden 
And caught him just when he was noddin’
‘Twas a Mal wearing goggles
With custom-made toggles 
Who helped put an end to fatwa-den

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Hoops and Hops

Now I’m not a guy likes to dunk,
But this overseas backboard is junk.
For the costs I’ve incurred,
I should beat Larry Byrd,
Or hit a three-pointer, I’d thunk.

See, the front of the rim always droops,
And that makes it hard to play hoops.
Plus, the pole is too short;
it provides little sport
unless you’re a dwarf with the stoops.

But take heart and don’t ever fear!
Add hops to your hoops to bring cheer.
The more Hefeweizen,
The more you will wisen;
I’m a genius this time of year.

It’s not like you’re better; you’re not.
Just be happy that you forgot.
It’s bold and it’s yeasty,
so drink up your Wheaties.
Stop trying those darned three point shots!

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FIRST PLACE WINNER
For the Sad Backboards And German Hefeweizens Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Matt Caliri
Written on 04/17/2022

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Lonely Soul

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 Dialog of 2 poets:
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1. Lonely Soul
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Between heaven and earth,

between summer and winter,

Lonely Soul rushed,

rustling her wings.

Up to the stars,

again downward

from eave to eave,

from window to window

and again, she is in flight.

The fires burn somewhere;

somewhere music and laughter,

someone’s joyful days

dazzling success and good luck.

Lonely Soul

has lost the way between the stars

in her long searches, all wet with tears.

Again, she hurries,

 there is neither a map nor way.

But she should SEARCH

and FIND, sometime!

Where?  Who?  And why?

She is my own soul,

which searches for my lost son.

                                   Dina Televitskaya 


        2. Sing, Wounded Soul!
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I cannot hold your cries,

 they slip through my fingers.

I cannot take away your pain,

it lies so far beyond my reach.

I cannot dig out your sorrow,

its roots are too deep.

I cannot chase away your fears,

they hide and creep out later.

I can only tell you, you are loved.

So, sing, wounded soul,

your tears do not fall into emptiness.


            James Dalton Byrd (American poet)
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3.Yes, I will sing again! 
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Yes, I will sing again! 

Thanks for your advice, O my Friend! 

A song is a fine thing,  

You’re right: it is not the end! 



Hear? I already sing 

about the kisses of a rain, 

about green-eyed Spring, 

which gives the lilacs hope again.



I sing about your kindness and 

About force of friendship,

About meeting with you, my Friend 

Sometime, on poetic ship.
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Dina Televitskaya

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Free

Surprisingly I believed
pain wouldn't come to me
  like a byrd I'm free

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I. Father Byrd

Centuries ago
Father Byrd crossed those worn and weathered mounts
into the wild untamed unclaimed Mississippi River valley, settled down
and farmed land in a place that came to be called West Tennessee
sent grandsons off to Franklin to die for the Confederacy, sat and wept
and said not a word until he died of a broken heart, let his sons and 
their grandsons and their sons and their sons farm his acres 
‘til TVA took half of it, and the mechanized farmers across the Mississippi made 
the rest useless, and the next generation went off to college and got Yankee 
jobs, and 
his last son sat dying of Alzheimer’s in a Lay-Z-Boy in front of a TV screen, and 
his brother drove the last stake of barbed wire fencing into the ground,
rolled over and died of a heart attack in the timeless pasture.
He was eighty-six. I’m seventeen and here I sit
using my hands not for plowing, not for splitting logs,
not for shooting deer, not for fencing,
but for writing the history of those who came before
and made this life possible.

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Hopeless

Hopeless 
By Samuel K Byrd

A hot meal, a cold bed, and hopes
that tomorrow will be a better day
unemployed house foreclosed and the repo-man
arrived bright and early yesterday
tax cuts, tax incentives, stimulus package
all a little too late
get in line; get a plate, two hours later
you've forgotten what you just ate
classifieds job fairs Internet but nothing
seems to help
only good thing is that there is no wife or kids 
I only have to provide for myself
just stay focused work the system
don't let it work you
keep your head high and your prayers higher
and soon you will make it through

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Best Byrd Poems

Stunning Revelations From Ancient Maps

The Keets, Goldie and Blueboy, Oh My

The Call of the Alpha Male

Mellow Spaces

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Who Is Jack Schitt

Street Crows

Those Meat Pies

The Red Flops

Shaggy Dog Limericks

Hoops and Hops

Lonely Soul

Free

I. Father Byrd

Hopeless

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