Best Commentator Poems
Did you even note;
an imposter is in our midst!
And our beloved Tube is the originator.
Faithless beast, merely nipping
at our consciousness for many years
and now the unsuspecting weather man
is the infected carrier, flipping forth
without a care--unconsciously,
the old ageworn and frazzled fellow
practiced through the decades, now
hallowed by the dapper dans as
respected common fare. I give you
the uncelebrated, very frequent and
Unconscious Obstinate Cliche.
No, this not a sexist accusation, boys.
The fetching weather bunnies
will not face indictment by my pen.
Though often glorified as chief
among the holders of degree
in meteorology, it is the men most prone
to say, "As we make our way into...."
the weekend, or such travels
that we helpless viewers take.
But politics, not weather news,
may have the honor of origination.
Sixty years ago I first became aware
when a network commentator told us
of a president, no less,
"making his way" down the aisle
to deliver his thoughts on
the state of the union.
"And us", you say?
Well, I for one may make my way
into oblivion
with just the right amount of
claim to fame. That I (ahem)
duly noted, dedicated, scribed and launched
a new cliche upon a very
celebrated list for all of humankind.
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Start the day. In what way
was the cold spring, last wet summer a
global warning, indicator. Says
one commentator on the op-ed page, the
dislocations, wars, famines will tax humanity's
technology, philosophy, even religion's ability
to see past daily survival to
the music in the rock. I've doubted the taboos
one frog among many in the slow-heating beauty
of the world we knew. Aaron's coconut.
Peepers doing well in the heavy rains, wet
with joy. Hawks and crows thrive below the jet
stream, noise, perhaps our fears
are overdrawn, we'll get along, it'll all hold together 10,000 years more,
the Holocaust will never be repeated, lush mountain and sere
desert equally appreciated, baseball
lazily paced summer evenings, the harvest in the fall
a sure thing, and the dying back a blessing come to all.
Blind Faith
So, even the expression, blind faith, makes my blood boil.
I've had one too many conversations with "intellectuals" who disdainfully look down on us believers for believing in a Creator. They imply by the expression blind faith, that we do not have the mental capacity to think or to reason, that we blindly, or naively, are lead to believe in God without any proof.
They say that believing in an invisible person, or force is foolishness, a mere childlike fantasy nothing more. One commentator said "I used to have an imaginary friend, when I was a child, but I grew up, and no longer believe in fairy tales, and imaginary sky friends, like God".
Firstly, I would say that it is not foolishness, to believe in invisible forces. Science has proven the existence of radio waves, gravity, magnetic attraction, electricity, wi-fi, and on and on goes the list. So it is not the intellectually weak-minded who believe in invisible forces, it is all rational people.
To be frank, if there is no Originator of life, no Initial Causer, Creator, or Intelligent Designer, then what is left? What initiated life? Chance you say! Ok, let's look at random chance as the initiator of life. Ask any scientist what are the mathematical probabilities, that life, even in it's most rudimentary form came about by chance, they will tell you the odds are trillions to one, over billions of years!
So let me get this straight, believing in a great Causer, when we see the effect (us, life as we know it) is unreasonable, but according to them, it is more reasonable to conclude, that life came from nothing at all, and the odds are trillions to one against it, and that it is a fact. Interestingly, mathematics professors will tell you that 10 billion to one odds, is the limit, beyond that it is not only improbable, but rather, mathematically impossible to happen.
So, to prove God exists, all we need to do, is do the math! It is mathematically impossible that life came by random chance. For those that believe it to be true...sounds a little like...hmmm...... blind faith!
John Derek Hamilton
May 16,2017
Not
Long
I
Know
this
'lady'
This
lady
names
LINDA
On
this
amiable
platform
Calls
POETRYSOUP
Not
Long
I
started
to
write
On
this
platform
And
not
long
I
was
Recognised
as
one
of
the
distinguished
being.
On
whose
auspices
did
I
know
about
my
worth?
On
the
auspices
of
the
popular
Poet
Destroyer
A.
Though
I
didn't
know
LINDA
in
person
And
I
am
not
sure
she
knows
me
either
But
honestly
speaking
She
is
one
brilliant
POETESS
My
pen
owes
Tribute.
Let
me
start
from
her
poetry
The
one
I
have
found
so
amazing...
Full
of
art,
full
of
love,
full
of
zeal,
full
of
life,
Full
of
victory...
and
full
of
challenges.
And
talking
about
her
contest
Therein
I
have
found
neutrality.
That
is
why
I
am
not
afraid
When
my
pen
choses
her.
For
pen
about
her
commentaries
As
far
as
I
know
PD.
has
been
the
widest
'commentator'
I
have
ever
known
On
this
dignifying
arena.
Frankly
speaking
LINDA
alias
Poet
Destroyer
A
Worth
my
rose
and
wine
On
this
Drama
Free
Zone.
Dedicated
to:
LINDA,
Poet
Destroyer
A
I love Soccer with a passion
The game is rough
Skills are required
You play with your feet not with your hands
You do long kicks to make you close to scoring
You can score with your feet or your head
The goalie uses his hands to prevent scores
The sport is popular around the world
Every four years the World cup is played
Players represent the country they love
Fans travel from around the world to support their country
The crowd goes wild when a goal is scored and the players celebrate
The commentator yell's out the sound of........Gooooooooool!!!!!
‘ Constructive-Criticism … (An Oxymoron, For All But A Few) ’
Constructive-Criticism Is Good, It’s True
But, I’ve Only Seen It Used Properly, By A Few …
‘Cause, One Thing I Know, That I Have Seen
‘Some’ Use Criticism, Just To Be Mean …
Then, The Term Should Be: Destructive-Criticism
‘Cause, They Ain’t Even Getting Paid! … To Spout Poison In ‘Em
I Know Then, They Want To Abuse, in Jealous-Individualism
So, Maybe, They Need An Enema, or Have An Embolism
Coming Up (or while under Construction) I Was Told
And The Engineer-Advice, Was As Good As Gold
‘ If You Can’t Say Something Nice, Don’t Say Nothing’ At All’
So, I Don’t Bomb Somebody’s Building, Just To Watch Them Fall
Constructive-Criticism, Don’t Sic That Dog On Me
Take It and Go Bark-Up, Somebody Else’s Tree
Take A Look At Your Own, Before You Tell Me What’s Wrong
You Know What You Can Do With That … (and The Horse You Rode On)
And In The Words of ‘Tom Snyder’, (The Idea I Relate):
“Just ‘Cause I Think Somebody’s Trying To Kill Me … Don’t Mean They Ain’t!”
And, If You Don’t Like My Building, There’s The Door, Walk Away
I Don’t Need You Cutting Down, My Structure of What I Say
And If Negative-Criticism, Is Under Construction ... That’s A Front !
When Have You Ever Heard of Something Negative, Building-Up ?
Maybe Somebody Dropped Them On Their Head As A Child
But That’s No Excuse To Criticize, Somebody Else, or Their Style
And that ' True ', for A Few, I Meant at The Beginning
Here Are The Ones, I Accept Their Condescending:
GOD … Loved-Ones … Close Friends … (and Me)
‘Cause I Am My Own Worst-Critic, You See …
Constructive-Criticism, That’s an “””Oxymoron”””
And Look How That Word Is Spelt … Hon
(I Prefer The Term: Commentator ( Cause I Love to Comment ! )
‘Cause I Want To Polish Your Metal, Without Leaving A Dent
You comment on my poem; I on yours.
"Your rhyme, meter and wit are exquisite,"
I say. You reply, "Yours I revisit
on the net; love how your irony gores."
Now, seated in the bar our chat is light
for hours on synecdoche and stuff'll
spice up a poem and maybe ruffle
feathers. Suddenly, it's time for, "Good night."
And then it dawns on me, the irony,
that our poetry is not what our talk
is all about. Apt metaphors might walk
me through this, but I stumble on blindly.
"I've lots more to say," I say. You reply,
"Okay then; your room or mine." I sigh.
*I've not personally met a Poetry Soup 'commentator,' but I can dream.
Entered in Brian Strand's contest, 'Any Top Twenty Poem', February 6, 2012.
SITTING ON A COUCH,
ONE SUNDAY AFTERNOON,
BORED.
I TURN ON THE RADIO,
SAME OL' TUNES,
I LOOK AT THE NEWSPAPER,
SAME OL' STORIES,
SO MUCH DRAMA AND GLOOM.
HUMMMMMM,
LET'S SEE WHAT'S ON THE TUBE.
CHANNEL 2
COMMENTATOR GIVEN HIS OPINION,
ABOUT WAR AND POLITICS,
I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF IT!!!!!
CHANNEL 4
RECAPPING THE STORIES FROM THE NIGHT BEFORE.
CHANNEL 7
SPIRITUAL-MMERCIAL
GAURANTEE THAT WE ALL WON'T GET TO HEAVAN
JUST WHEN I THOUGHT I HAD SEEN IT ALL
CHANNEL 11
GOT FOOTBALL!!!!!!
IT'S FIRST AND TEN,
AND THE HOME TEAM IS DRIVING,
THE 30,THE 40 , THE 50, WITH EASE.
TOUCHDOWN!!!!
RAISED ARMS AND HANDS,
OF FANS IN THE STANDS,
AND THE REFEREE.
THEN I REALIZE, AS I STAND THERE,
SHOUTING YES,YES,YES!!!!!!
I WAS ALONE.... BUT CONTENT,
MAKING NOISE.
AS MY ARMS, STILL RAISED,
I CLOSE MY EYES,
THANKING GOD FOR SPORT.
So when-Jack-and-Jill reached the top of the hill
Jack couldn't stand still (Tried to snatch a cheap thrill)
Kissed Jill on the mouth
(Things quickly went south)
Then Jack said to Jill...'Can looks really KILL?'
Okay, naughty boys and good girls
Let's give Mother Goose one more whirl...
Once the elderly, eccentric Miss Muffet
Informed neighbors: 'Kiss-my-keester and stuff it!'
Thus poor Charlotte the Spider
Dropped and plopped down beside her
And Miss Muffet squashed her flat with her tuffet...
3/19/2013
The title is a direct quote from the late, great Paul Harvey: Radio and Television commentator...
Eager to gait they were lined up at the gate
A hoarse commentator announced the favorite horse
The start pistol was fired and the race began
A roaring crowd was known at this racecourse
Time seemed like it just flew by and the race was now over
The commentator realizing he indeed was getting the flu
The crowd favorite was of course the winner
This wasn't the first time as there had been more than a few
A chance to see the winner gait up close
Racing club members were moved to gate four
A replacement arrived and the commentator was relieved
So hoarse was he his voice was no more
A day of racing is just a job for some
But to most that attend it's a great day of fun!
Happy Thanks Giving Turkey
I guess that the final vote is in
No, not whether they are going
To eat me this year',
The fact is that there are a lot
Of Turkeys' in Washington this year
Yes.....
Their are a lot of Turkeys in Washington
And did you know that they were all
Groomed to be turkeys this year
Why? Because of the OBAMA Plan
No, not those Turkeys'
I mean the Turkeys in the White House
They voted against killing me
I am not talking about the OBAMA Plan
I am talking about my Plan for Thanksgiving
Whether or not they will eat me or not
Well, I certainly hope that they eat you in good health
What do you mean, the politicians?
No, all of the Guess at the White House
You know... that your their Prize Pigeon
Sorry... just trying to be funny.... ha..Ha! Ha!
Well you know that is the Politics
Just remember that I am just the grand old (GOP)
..... Good Old Pheasant
Gary Fields
Poet Author
Self-proclaimed commentator for the purposes of this Poem.
Your friend in the pen
Disclaimer: This wish for Thanksgiving is in no way politically motivated
Sure, some are bigger Turkeys' than others, but, this is the season
for all kinds' of Turkeys... remember that all they /we are all of the
same two legged variety. So, their is a difference. Only some
Turkeys are bigger than others. In fact, Turkeys' are people
too.
There are three guys on the Chicago Bulls team who reign supreme
Also known as “Three the hard way”
These three guys together can whip any team they play
On any given day
There’s Mike, there’s Scotty and there’s Rod
The incredible man too
These are the guys who put on one heck of a show
Just to entertain me and you
I sat and watched them on Saturday night
Embarrass the Seattle Sonics
The whipping they put on those guys
Was nothing short of chronic
While walking off the Sonics floor
The commentator remarked that
“They were looking forward to game four”
I think the reality of the fact is that
They really don’t even want to play anymore
I believe this year (1996) will once again
Give the Bulls the NBA championship
And we can credit it all to Mike
The Rod - Man and Pip
Not to take away anything from any of
The other players on the team
Because they all to their part, and put
Forth their efforts to contribute to the game
Alas, without Scotty, Rodman and Mike
Out there doing their “thang”
The game of basketball - as we know it is just not the same
I write in remembrance of the late Dennis Liwewe (Zambia's No.1 and Celebrated Football Commentator). Here is a short football commentary:
"Ah, this is Dennis Liwewe. We are here in Mauritius, where the two sides, Zambia National Team and Mauritius National Team will battle it out this afternoon. Capacity crowd 40,000.
The referee is from Kenya and match commissioners from Nigeria and Senegal respectively.
At this point in time, the referee blows play on , and Mauritius team take the ball back to their goal keeper. A loose ball pass the centre circle, a bad pass by Zambia we are in deep trouble, Only to be saved by the Goal keeper Efford Chabala. This is no other than Kapambwe Mulenga, defending very well. Ball zooms out for the throw in. We are beaten in the air, Ashios Melu picks up loose ball, he beats a man in a double one two situation, he kicks a tumble, which is well chested by Kalusha Bwalya ( popularly known as Great Kalu). Great Kalu beats two, three Mauritius defenders. Great Kalu within a firing range, hammer. It's a gooooooal 1-0 to Zambia. Back to the studio for our sponsors. Mauritius are coming in a counter attack situation, their dangerous striker is breaking even, Bomber. It goes away. Again and again, Zambia takes control of the situation here, Efford Chabala pumps a long ball passes the centre circle, we are good in the air. Kelvin Mutale dribbles two Mauritius defenders, hammer. It's a goooooal Zambia leading by 2-0 . Second half , Mauritius are very aggressive at the goal, they want to equalize. We are in deep trouble again here, sliding tackle by Kapambwe Mulenga, and the ball zooms for a corner kick for Mauritius. Headed away by Ashios Melu, a little pass to Charles Musonda, passes the centre circle, he turns 360 degrees. He passes the the ball to Kelvin Mutale ( the master dribbler), it's a gooooooal, 3-0 to Zambia. We are in the dying minutes here,
And the referee blows the final whistle. This is Dennis Liwewe signing off. Pick it up ZNBC studios in Lusaka, Zambia.
May his soul rest in eternal peace
Concept by Zambian Sports Lovers
Poetry Chipepo Lwele
Note: Dennis Liwewe made Zambians to love football in the 70's, 80's and 90's when we had 2 band radios and few television sets, we were glued to the radios young and old, less educated and highly learned. He made sure that the message is loud and clear.
The greatest Bard of all Scotia.
Reigning immortal king O peasant familia.
Idealistic and unique commentator.
Born to magic words of any orator.
United differences empathised.
Tuned to the masses and idolised.
Eternal gratitude to our Rabbie.
Tickling our attitude for a party.
Oor Robert Burns O the Celtic.
Rhymer of yarns and purest magic.
Auld lang syne and Scots wha hae.
Beautiful member of the human ways.
Born here and forever after.
Your name is The Bard of Scottish patter.
The young descendants of this globe
A different language may they speak
But for gain of communication
only actions need thee seek
While smiling, to laugh or to cry
A tongue shall remain the same
A deep bass hum for the car
One to six upon a dice
With which to play their game
Throughout growth guardians
Install ammunition into small heads
Shouting a “bloody foreigner”
Holiday competition with the Germans
Whom still not your bed!
So If permitted to rise
Without a commentator
A war could be a past
Acceptance of combination
The entire world as one
A single flag always to be flown
At Full mast!………………………