Best Lineup Poems
It’s three am and I need to pee, feeling thirsty
My water bowl is empty and it’s getting warm in here
My crate is barren, the cement is cold on my legs
I hear my brothers and sisters cry, they are next door
I hear the door open, my masters are yelling, scaring me
My crate is opened, they shove me out, I pee a little
I get hit with a belt and screamed at, I head to the track
I finally drink but my stomach is raw, gurgling with gas
I am given some white substance, then a small treat
I am pulled to the lineup, I hate the sound of the horn
I see the white fluffy bone, or is it a bunny?
I run, run as fast as I can, my brother trips me, I fall behind
My leg and foot are bleeding, I cry out but no one helps
I am then taken to a field, I feel scared, alone, starving
It is quiet, until I hear a loud bang, something hits me
I wake up at peace chasing butterflies and seeing rainbows
Categories:
lineup, abuse, dog,
Form:
Personification
Lines, Launch Angles and Curve Balls
The boys of summer
Set up for a season of lines, launch angles and curve balls
With straight chalky lines leading to a field of dreams
Where line-ups keep the line moving
On frozen ropes to climb the ladder into the catbird seat
Above the Mendoza line when outlines of a waving pennant envision
Crooked numbers and dusty home plates where grand salamis
Foil curves balls in flying angle launch lines – not lined out,
Not out of line
To make power lines for a hitter’s line of sight
And for bases lines, nicknamed the 45’ line,
That call for calls of fair ball down the line
Or foul across the foul line
To guide the line – fair or foul -
And lines of music for the seventh inning stretch, or the chin,
Sung in lusty lines of fans in seat lines
Or in line for nachos, popcorn, brats and beer –
To cheer the back door slider, can of corn or Uncle Charlie –
A Bronx cheer or line of boos –
A summer lineup card of seeing-eye doubles down the line,
Balls climbing up the ladder lines
Nestled in a flat curve
For lines creating perfect diamond angles
Ringing with famous lines
“Batter up!”
For “There’s no crying in baseball.” –
A nervous breakdown in nine innings” -
Because “It’s outta here!”
“Adios Pelota!” “Good bye Mr. Spaulding!”
“Holy Cow!” “Long gone!”
“Put it on the board” “Hey! Hey!”
“Oh Doctor!” “Bye, bye baby!”
And “It ain’t over till it’s over!”
Because “It’s getting late early.”
And “The impossible just happened.” “Forget it!”
“Hello again everybody! It’s a bee-yoo-tiful day for baseball.”
“How about that?”
“If it wasn’t for baseball I’d be in either the penitentiary or cemetery.”
“Remember these two things – play hard and have fun.”
With lines, launch angles and curve balls.
Opening Day April 1, 2021
Categories:
lineup, baseball,
Form:
Free verse
PUNGENTLY POIGNANT (STRONG & EMOTIONAL)
I am from the Mississippi Delta where cotton use to grow.
I am a codified bonified mind that way sets the flow.
When Hurricane Katrina hit, the vibes of so-called power were felt.
Crossing the Mississippi River was a manifold shown.
I went to the North to discover self.
I gain knowledge and intellect.
They say the ways of the oppressed man was embedded by King, Jr.
Who went to West to learn Gandhi’s concept!
Oprah Winfrey visited his slums.
Where she was greeted as a great one.
She walked through the City at night.
Gaining her insight as sums of sums.
You see the Northern region of the U.S. desires the prophecy that man bought via
enslavement.
The time of servitude and bondage.
Today the power struggle cover is iniquity.
A paved path of emplacement is the European man statement.
X marks my footsteps said 101 Black Man of the Delta President.
He is a statue of political etiquette.
He hides behind a culture of low-downiness.
He broadens my world as the bawdiest *****.
We all family out.
What do we talk about?
The systematic discrimination happening in our lives.
To conclude, family and friends is how we socialize.
If you want to know how this lineup.
I will see you in stance as a home front hand-cuffed.
Get your house in order.
Your blood does not provide a hidden culture of defiance.
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Penned 02/21/2015!
Categories:
lineup, parody, philosophy, poetry, political,
Form:
Rubaiyat
Poetry is about faith, a song, and sometimes a checkup.
It’s about that girl on the other side you want to link up.
Poetry is about the beauty of life when you want to grow up.
It’s about lost love and now all you want to do is throw up.
Poetry is about the frustration that makes you want to blow up.
It’s about all those things you just said and you want to backup.
Poetry is about a good night of sleep but you struggle to get up.
It’s about the time it takes you in a rush to put on your makeup.
Poetry is about being stuck in traffic because there's a pileup.
It’s about realizing you should take your car in for a tuneup.
Poetry is about the spring fresh air in the morning when you get up.
It’s about enjoying a breakfast together with hotcakes and syrup.
Poetry is about being at your local bank when there's a holdup.
It’s about the police showing you all of these people in a lineup.
Poetry is about family reunions when you don't want to show up.
It’s about all of the gossips, you hear while sipping on your teacup.
Poetry is about going to the doctor’s office to get a workup.
It’s about finding yourself at the local gym, counting a pushup.
Poetry is about all of these emotions that need to be let up.
It’s about writing things down balancing your life to shape up.
Edward J Ebbs - September 13, 2014
Written for a Contest, How Poetry Began
Categories:
lineup, break up, courage, life,
Form:
Rhyme
Bring out your white, bring out your red,
Bring out the grapevine's daughter,
Enough to fill a waterbed,
We'll drink it down like water,
Pour it cold, pour it cool,
Pour it a little hotter,
Fill the glass - the golden rule,
Sobriety to slaughter.
Like rivers flowing with the tide,
Wine to soak the blotter,
Wine to fill the oceans wide,
Wine to drink like water.
Toast your sainted mother sure,
And toast your alma mater,
Pick up a wee dram o' the pure,
And down the hatch like water.
Whiskey smooth as ermine pelt,
Or mayhap that of otter,
Here me lad, let's have a belt,
We'll take it down like water.
If you want a hearty brew,
Then I will be your spotter,
Quite a lineup will ensue,
We'll pound 'em down like water.
Leaning on a beggar's crutch,
The merest rabble squatter,
With glass in hand I thirst as much,
As any kingly yachter.
Whether 'tis crystal with golden rim,
Or clay from the local potter,
Fill that bad boy right to the brim,
Then it gets my imprimatur.
Set the bottles, and set me a glass,
I'll mow them down like excess fodder.
Nectar of the gods or cuvée crass,
I'll knock it back like water.
The thirsty man with teetotaling wife,
'Twon't be long before he's fought her,
Serve the liquid love, avoid the strife,
He'll drink it down like water.
Scheme to take my booze away,
Ye righteous little plotter,
Ye may pay, and ye may pray,
But it's going down like water.
I'll slug it back - the sweet, the dry,
Enough to weave and totter,
Tomorrow I'll wake thirsty, aye,
And probably need some water.
Categories:
lineup, addiction, drink, water, wine,
Form:
Light Verse
Days of youth, spending time tossing that white pellet.
Learning how to play was sometimes heartless
as losses were an injury which was difficult to take.
As time went, so did the misunderstandings of the game,
but instead left a deeper love for its nuances.
Where to move on each play, who covered which base,
cutoffs, and the defensive attitude in mind when on the field.
Looking to see if the coach had enough faith
to put your name in the lineup for that day's game.
Every pitch became important. Every batted ball became the
hit you wanted. Every member of the team became your friend for life.
Don't let them down with an error or strikeout. Be their hero
with the saving catch or drive in the winning run.
Baseball on green fields
Pastime of all my summers
All American game.
Categories:
lineup, baseball, childhood, kids, friendship,
Form:
Haibun
His hair is like a black dwarf with white freckles,
with eyes like sharp, jiggered icicles,
a nose like a white man in a lineup of Africans,
and a mouth like shredded onions should you choose to cross him.
His chest is like a cow’s udder ready to feed her young,
with a stomach like a hippo basking in the sun,
and stretch marks like cancer, savagely out of control,
and psoriasis like an angry storm of dusty dry snow.
His arms are like shoe strings dangling in the wind,
and hands like angels cover with sin,
his legs are like drum sticks, fresh but not young,
and his feet are like popsicles, but aren’t very yum.
His body is like a freak you would pay to see,
but he outweighs this freakiness with his personality.
30/7/2012
Categories:
lineup, funny,
Form:
Sonnet
I'm feeling a bit down, wish I was lying on the sand
With a tall glass of Kool-Aid and a young sweetie at hand
Not young anymore
Can't buy youth at the store
If we could, there's be a lineup from here to Afghanistan
Categories:
lineup, funny,
Form:
Limerick
waved away from certain topics
Yolanda and her Singing Saw blade
captured the intellectual integrity
of a generation in readjustment
freedom springs only from freedom kids
so lock your shields and set your pikes
and whatever else unmasks the poseurs
making mischief upon civilization
with zero police penetration
weighed and calibrated by the
by the US Bureau of Insanity
warned by the masked men at Masked Men U.
we'll find out if your daddy raised a fool
putting on a carefree face
clinging to childhood like a lost puppy
once again it's political suicide everywhere
the archetypes are tramping
through my head like Hitlerjugen
convulsed in the Little Death championship
strutting and hooting for a mate
will today's monster be tomorrow's arbiter of grace
Godzilla was eventually tamed was he not
he now does handyman work
and can come around some time
and get that squeak out of your door
that feudal ignorance and superstition
start with whatever impedes your mind
laughter will watch your back
cognition is a word game
rally and carry the colors with insolence
like a glowing catalytic converter
streaking across the endless night
distant from instinct like a horizon
illuminating a physics of the psyche
alive with maladapted ardor
like a dynasty of serial plagiarists
what then exactly is attention
news flash we are way past neolithic
up where the power meets the grid
if your point of observation is outlawed
only the involuntary spasms will remain
and a persistent mania for theology
to be dissected like laboratory toads
and poked with battery wires
where pickpockets with scissors
leave your pants a bit breezy
while clicking the mouse button of God
in a well orchestrated decoy fiasco
a talent show for the inept
tonight we have a knockout lineup
with lots of orange explosions
horrendous vs. hellacious
mastodon hair from the freezer
slapped on the bald spots
by a rapidly wilting imagination
strumming its ukelele in a hammock
burnt to a crisp in a flaming car wash
his soul finally attained its freedom
such as it was soot and ashes by then
From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon
Artist Portfolio: http://walteralter.byethost32.com/
Categories:
lineup, how i feel, integrity,
Form:
Free verse
Autumn presents her fall fashion lineup
beginning early September
and running through late October
the leaves of summer will present
their collection of Maples, Ash, Poplar
Birch, Elm and Oak
in spectacular dress and ensembles
of rust, gold, amber, yellow, scarlet
and amethyst
be sure to get your ticket early
as this presentation of 2008
will not be seen again until late next year...
Categories:
lineup, seasons
Form:
He said
remember me by the shape of my laugh
but I rarely saw a smile
climbing upon his image
left with no choice than
wrap those rare moments
seized with Polaroid seconds
I'm ordering them not to wear blue faces
as that was the only color he didn't want to follow him
consider it done
I'll lineup macarons in every tone
is possible to imagine
I'll spread gummy bears all over that
wooden plate which holds your body
so you can finally perceive
how it feels lying on the rainbow
yes
I'll pare down those blue shades
so that even rainbow cognises
how does it feel
being left
ripped
and no
there will be no rain
Categories:
lineup, love,
Form:
Free verse
Salesman: “Can I help you? Yes sir. Yes Sir!
Well, you’ve come to the right place.
Our own lineup has won awards
We lift you up through time and space!”
Buyer: “Why, yes, I am. That’s a fact.
But I’ll be careful to decide.
When I do buy, I want the best
So don’t take me for a ride.”
Buyer: “No cigars or reflective globes,
I want style and sharp and sleek.
And it must swirl just out of range
They might come up to take a peek.
I need a ramp to shoot straight out
Or a pod that will reach the ground.
I would like a quiet downshift
So I can land without a sound
From zero to post light warp drive
It must hover and not just float
I can not deal with under steer,
I want sports car without the bloat.”
Salesman: “We integrate one straight from spec
And customize it to your needs
You should know our reputation
We are the one who really leads.”
Buyer: “It must have the finest force field
And nova lights across the tail.
Phasers and disintegrators
Must be standard or no sale.
Does it contain a COSMOS map?
So I can go anywhere I please
No incidents with the natives
I want to come and go with ease.
I want the newest type of GORT
He can shamble or he can stride
I want some muscle in the ship
When I suit up and take a ride.”
Salesman :“Of course, yes sir, of course you do.
Your choice of suits is here for you
Well, first there is the standard white: Buyer: “(No, that’s too passé.)
Shimmering like the Robinsons: (Ahem, much too gaudy.)
Subtle silver much like Klaatu: (No, that’s not really me.)
Or the basic Roswell glimmer:” (Okay, I’ll take it.)
(That’s the one for me!)”
Buyer: “I have a trip, I wish to make.
Away so far, a yellow star
There’s an orb, the third one out
So blue and green, it must be see!”
Salesman: “Very good! Congratulations!
Sir, you’ve made a splendid choice
Will you pay for that in Vorax?
(But we also accept quasars.)”
Categories:
lineup, fantasy, funny, parody, science
Form:
Light Verse
Just pick a number, get yourself in line.
I, myself, jumped in some years ago.
Counting my blessings, I'm just fine,
with many more than most people, I know.
The question I find always hovering,
with the answer always just out of reach,
is just the old Peggy Lee thing
and we all lineup for the search.
There seems to be no great rewards
for a life led one way or another.
Neither immoral nor upright awards
a better place in line, or even other
ways of living. We simply trudge along,
lemming bound, singing Peggy's song.
Categories:
lineup, mystery,
Form:
Sonnet
There is a particular tree in the backyard that is named Thomas,
Strange that this tree and only this tree had longtime remained dormant,
All the other trees were budding and expressing fruitful promise,
Producing and flourishing with buds in the midst of foliage garment.
Many weeks it was lifeless while others were showing growth’s lineup,
If it had died, why not just cut it down and dig up the dead trunk,
Previous owner said to give it time, give it time, it would catch up,
And sure enough it did; it just had a sluggish display of *****.
Thomas was not present when Jesus appeared to three plus seven,
That was the basis for dubbing the failing plant, Thomas-the-tree,
Thomas was slow coming around to believe Jesus had risen,
As the languid tree was slow in awakening to Spring’s beauty.
Nevertheless, once Thomas has seen Jesus, he caught up quickly,
By Pentecost, he had made up for lost time hiding and shaking,
A most dedicated disciple after he revived rightly,
Bearing a witness as strong as when Thomas-the-tree awakens.
It reminds of when Jesus announced after Lazarus had died,
“Are there not twelve hours of daylight?” Said the Lord, Author of the day,
Anyone who walks in the daytime will not stumble,” He replied,
For they see by this world’s light”; so hear His word of eternal sway.
There is urgency in following Jesus, and for good reason,
Procrastinating Christians don’t get far letting their faith decline,
Thomas was a learner who showed courage in following Jesus,
He knew that time was precious, too valuable to fall behind.
Thomas-the-tree now bears foliage as full as all the other trees,
Giving encouragement that God’s grace allows us all to catch up,
Thomas-the-tree reminds that we can trust a truth to great degree,
Though there are times we fall behind, Jesus gives us time to grow up
(Inspired by a true experience of my pastor, Dr. Len Keever, Pastor of First Baptist Church, Dunn, NC, who named a tree, Thomas-the-tree)
Categories:
lineup, christian, faith, gospel, growth,
Form:
Rhyme
eagerly waiting his turn
pacing in the lineup
planned his strategy
his heart thumping
got to the kissing booth
puckered up his best pucker
for her lips so tender
he couldn’t resist
offered to pay double
for his guilty nibble
AP: 2nd place 2020
Submitted on December 22, 2019 for contest KISSING CONTEST sponsored by BOBBY MAY - RANKED 5TH
Categories:
lineup, courage, desire, kiss, longing,
Form:
Free verse