Best Cincinnati Poems
There was a wee one they called Patty
Who made his home in Cincinnati
From Dublin to Ohio
He left and decided to go
His friends thought he was quite batty
His mum thought it was a pity
But he brought his green to the new city
He brought over clover
And spread it all over
Everyone thought it was pretty
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3/16/19
For all of you, here is a little history:
Professional baseball got its start in Cincinnati.
The “Red Stockings” played in the Queen City.
That was in 1869; over a century ago.
Players were paid on the banks of the Ohio.
With gloves made of leather, and bats made of wood,
this year’s team is also pretty good.
“Great American Ballpark” is where they play ball.
The Central Division winners just might take it all.
this is not a poem but I might be coming to Cincinnati in about a week because my grandmother's last sister has finally passed....she Lived to a ripe old age and was very Loving and caring....the few times I have seen her in my Life, only Love was shared....she will be greatly missed....
LEAVING CINCINNATI
Rumbling south over 1000 feet to freedom :
The Roebling bridge, and below,
Its Stars and Stripes hanging limp in the wind,
A tugboat slowly pushing
Sixteen blue-black coal barges,
Almost sinking in the waves.
Over the Kentucky line
Turn right onto I- 71 to Louisville,
Steel skeletons of bridges
Left behind in the rear view mirror.
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NOTE ........In the movie RAINMAN, Tom Cruise and Dustin Hoffman are excellently filmed crossing this bridge.
There was a woman from Cincinnati
Who'd put up jars of favorite spaghetti
Think not her action was kinda nutty
Flavor was great
Hunger did sate
The hearts of friends did send up confetti.
An old lady in Cincinnati
is mean, vindictive and chatty
She has fifty-three kittens
She calls them all Mittens
It’s no wonder she’s frazzled and catty
Written 3/19/22
Fake pyrotechnics bloom inside plastic strips.
The night gets colder
as Christmas carols limp on.
I slip away from the dull concert
into the unlit zoo,
sure that among the sculptured
caves and enclosures
beasts pace their plots.
Close by a large animal looms.
I smell the weight of it, a matted moonlight
awake under a thick pelt.
Eyes spy each other through electric bodies.
A restless prowler coughs,
fearful Impressions escape their enclosures
to hunt upon dark lost paths.
I have seen enough, or rather
I have not seen but sensed,
a curious peril nosing my presence.
Grizzly Bear or Bogey beast -
hard to tell.
Behind me
I hear children still singing…
a 1000 pound Hammerhead shark
swims past my cringing mind
on its way back to an unlit aquarium.
An old lady in Cincinnati
Is mean, vindictive and chatty
She has fifty-three kittens
She calls them all Mittens
It’s no wonder she’s frazzled and catty
2/11/22