Best Malone Poems
RoseAnn Malone resolved to lose weight.
She made a list of foods to forsake.
She did well 'till week four
eating more than before.
Airlines had to bill her at the freight rate.
World of tears -
We live in a sad sad world.
Full of sad little boys
And sad little girls
And despite the shared sadness of our loved ones and our peers
No one makes a frown
no one shows their tears
Because In a sad sad world where sadness is feared
ignoring the sadness makes it disappear
By: chasey Malone
Patrick Ewing
What you chewing?
Larry Bird
Hall-of-Fame assured
Scottie Pippen
Lid's still flippin'
Tim Duncan
Legacy hasn't sunk in
Bill Bradley
Didn't play badly
Walt Frazier
Sharp as a razor
Moses Malone
The backboard you owned
George (The Iceman Cometh) Gervin
a-wigglin' and swervin'
Reggie Miller
4th-quarter killer
Manute Bol
Bless his soul
My favorite time of the day is when I'm ballin'
I am the best and nobody can stop me
When i cross; the defenders are fallin'
Everyone who watches gets to see
And hear the sound of the swish
The spectators start to go crazy
I get them more hyped when I go under my leg for the dish
The crowd goes wild when I pull up for THREEEEEEE
I am compared to Larry Bird
In my opinion I am even better
Whenever I drive the defenders grab my shirt
It's time to deliver this letter
Like the mailman Karl Malone
I've also go great stamina
There is ice stuck in my bones
I can rebound like Ralph Sampson
In conclusion, I am the best
I know how to ground and pound
To all of the rest:
I always put it down
I was born on Altair, a star in the constellation of Aquila
and the twelfth brightest star in your night sky.
After my family and I decided to move here to Earth,
we quickly learned to blend in, so we could no longer fly.
Our spacecraft is buried and hidden under the Sphinx,
I have lived in numerous countries over the past 2000 years,
for it's not uncommon for Altairians to live 4000 years or so.
Careful not to reveal our true identities for humans have many fears.
Because of our longevity, we can't stay in one place permanently.
Currently, I reside in Australia, the land down under,
They are a very loving and warm people that we are fond of.
I live on my Pat Malone (alone) and is it any wonder.
Our mission here on Earth is top secret but I can reveal this much,
We are more interested in studying your various kinds of birds,
For the human race to us is rather dull and frankly quite absurd,
We also have no need for language but are fascinated by your words.
There are 72 alien species living amongst you all here that we know,
Not all of them are friendly like us and there are many in politics,
The most threatening of them all to our peace are the Reptilians,
other gentler species reside on farms or dwell out in the sticks.
I hope this has shed some light on my background and life till now,
I truly wish I could divulge further information to you thus far,
Your governments are already suspicious and we don't want that,
Just know that originally all mankind first ventured from a star.
13~June~2017
For Where are you from contest
Sponsored by: Joseph Soper
Irelands capital Dublin, it's a beautiful city
Famous for its Guinness and Jameson's whiskey
The Temple bar area for music and the 'craic'
Many say on departing "one day I'll be back".
Molly Malone can be seen, with her wheelbarrow
In busy Grafton street that's so bustling and narrow
The silvery grey water's of the river Liffey
Flows right through the city and into the sea.
Busy O'Connell street with its giant spire
Had troubled times with the sound of gunfire
The spire now stands where Nelsons column stood
A reminder of British rule that's now gone for good.
The symbol of self rule the G.P.O. stands
So peaceful now all you hear is the bands
The Halfpenny bridge is a wonderful sight
Even more impressive when lit up at night.
So come on over to Dublin, do come and see
Do indulge yourself, with some Irish hospitality
When the time comes to leave after your stay
You'll promise yourself to comeback one day.
16 May 2018
Little Jenny was always found to be very prim and proper/
Outside reading her cook book by Betty Crocker/
Lazy Mary Sat on the lazy suzanne,
Butch Malone was their next of kin kissing cousin,
Along with Mary this made up the famed dirty dozen !
That sand box experiment really made us laugh/
Shortly after gym class,
Butch Malone along with the famed Benjamin Bankhead/
Jimmy Foley the local guitar player knew,
The pathway in life that we should choose/
Often he would be found taking a tremendous dump in the boy's urenil !
The path of least resistance sought about from a chosen few,
Often he would appear in shepherds clothing similar to little boy blue !
Playing guitar like he's going out of style !
That sandbox experience was designed to distract all the teacher's ?
We set up stuffed dummies just to look like real people,
Right underneath the bleacher's !
Old man Winter's who worked for Mr. Kazoo knew the score/
Very often he was being seen outside the local liqour store,
Lest I emplore,
The sand box experiment was in full swing on that one particuler day/
Butch Malone thought he was the real king ?
That was until Mrs. Maloney saw him through the window !
Next the time was drawing near/
Then so was that dinner bell,
Mrs. Maloney started talking to all those dummies,
Next thing you know she had tripped over little Johnny !
He was stuffed that was/
Flying three feet high in the air she had fell right on her face !
What a social disgrace !
Yet what had happened to Butch Malone ?
Like a little dog without his bone/
He pee pee'd his pants then cried all the way home !
The next day when Mrs. Maloney got her second wind/
She didn't even know where to begin/
For that little stunt the whole class was suspended for the day,
Yet for the gang including Butch Malone what did they say ?
All in all the sandbox experiment really did make their day !
The blackboard waited stark and bare
As yet, there was no teacher there
A striding vision, took the chalk
You know… I recognised that walk
Miss Malone’s Dulcet tones
Sent a shudder through my bones
Her flowing hair with blonde highlights
Her mini skirt and fishnet tights
The way she stood with feet spread wide
And the purpose in her stride
I gave my mate a little nudge
His loving gaze just wouldn’t budge
I said, “Forget your lurid thoughts,
We’re barely out of schoolboy shorts.”
He nodded at her crimson lips
The wiggle in her swaying hips
I said, “You’re fourteen, feeling flirty,
That there teacher’s nigh on thirty!”
He said, “I’ve heard her name is Maisie,
She makes me feel all oops-a-daisy”
I said, “She’s glam, that much is true,
But truly, she ain’t right for you.”
It seemed he thought me quite remiss
And so I had to tell him this,
“She seems quite able in her job
But last week, Miss Malone… was Bob!”
I got lost in a book
somewhere in between
the opening line
and chapter nineteen.
I couldn't get out.
There wasn't a way,
trapped in a plot
that was strictly horseplay.
You better send teams
who are willing to search
for clues in a murder
committed in church,
where money is missing,
and candlesticks too.
Poor Reverend Reicker,
found dead in a pew!
I need a stiff drink.
I'm as dry as a bone.
Police everywhere,
and Detective Malone.
He's asking me questions.
What? When? And why?
My mind is a blank,
and I've no alibi.
Everything's here...
all the parts of a novel,
the setting, the crime,
(I'm starting to grovel)
clues for the clueless,
a climax so close.
I'm an innocent bystander,
in bed, comatose!
"If you aren't the killer;
if you aren't the crook,
just how in the Hell did you
get in this book?"
"It's the fault of the author.
He's just too damned good.
He scattered the words,
And I went where I could."
The weekend is here again
And if I have my way
I'm going to spend my spare time
Watching films starring Doris Day
In nineteen forty nine
Ten years before I was born
Doris starred with Kirk Douglas and Lauren Bacall
In 'Young Man With A Horn'
She appeared with Gene Nelson
In 'Lullaby of Broadway’
And played Marjorie Winfield, a tomboy
In the film 'On Moonlight Bay’
'By The Light Of The Silvery Moon’
Is a film I’d always wanted to see
It was a sequel with the same characters and cast
And made in nineteen fifty three
That same year she made 'Calamity Jane'
A film I like very much
Featuring songs 'Secret Love’ and 'The Deadwood Stage'
Not forgetting 'A Woman’s Touch'
My late mother’s favourite film was 'Young At Heart'
In which Frank Sinatra played Barney Sloane
Doris's co-stars were amongst others
Gig Young and Dorothy Malone
In fifty-six, Doris starred in Hitchcock's
‘The Man Who Knew Too Much'
She first sang ‘Que Sera Sera' in this
It had the Master of Suspense's sinister touch
‘The Pajama Game' is one of my favourites
With the song ‘Hernando’s Hideaway'
If Frank Sinatra had accepted the leading man role
Janis Paige would have replaced Doris Day
My favourites are the ones
With Rock Hudson or James Garner as Doris's leading man
Whether shown on terrestrial or cable
I always try to watch them when I can
I’m waiting for the postman
He hasn’t been round yet
Because I can’t wait till he delivers
My Doris Day box-set
joe malone joe malone
he won't leave you all alone
dial 2826741 on your phone
and he'll come throw you a bone
never fails to set the tone
that your hearing on your own
a gospel song like johnny cash
a legend lost a foot in a crash
but still he always finds a stash
of junk you threw out in the trash
so maybe if u need a hand
ask him and he'll understand
az he's junking cross the land
nothing ever set to plan
so if you have a dirty pile
he come help you with a smile
as he walks hiz endless mile
2826741 come on dial
the junkman that you all adore
working hard from shore to shore
he feed ya too at hiz front door
and keep you coming back for more
Boston, city to see !
Hi mum, we're here in hotel room!
Drive was easy and smooth,
took us longer then we predict,
I guess people love to drive,
love to take a road!
then we stopped here and there,
took spme pictures along the way,
wait untill you see ,
I know you will love ,
as much as I do!
Then we stopped to eat,
it took a while to get food!
it took longer then we predict!
Boston, city to see!
It is so gourges and big
suprisingly clean,
then people ,
oh mum,
I feel like being back to Europe!
they actually talk and smile,
look at you and see you ,
not true you like her in Carlisle!
They pay you a complement ,even though
you have no make up on!
Not like in New York city
where they look down on you!
Then streets!
Full of pubs and bars,
and fancy restaurnt's!
Guess what mum!
Next time I'm takimg you with me!
Remembr the Cheers and Sam Malone?
We had diner at the same pub on 84 Bacon st!
Food was great,service even better!
The athmosphere ,the vibe ,the energy!
Oh mum!
Next time you're coming with me!
Then the Red socks Stadium!
Everyone is big fan here!
Wait untill you see what Ihave got for you!
I know,
You will love it as much as i do!
Traveled true eyes of my daughter's
A story is told of a Roman soldier who came upon an area and needed further direction to reach a certain destination. His guide informed the soldier that if he insisted on proceeding in a certain direction, it could be fatal. The soldier replied, " It's required that I obey orders, not for me to live". Without a doubt, the Roman soldier was a warrior.*
They were vigorous, courageous, and aggressive; in wins or losses, gentlemen no less. I would consider them the greatest duo never to have won a finals championship.** One of them received NBA MVP awards in '97 and '99, a great personal achievement.*** The duo was like H2O, the formula for water, or like two well-tuned music machines.
One year those dynamic duo warriors nearly won it all, but for the heroics of another warrior.**** The unsung, unawarded quiet giant, was one of the greatest sports warriors of all time.*****
070720PSCtest, Warrior Contest, Silent One *Warrior: A person engaged or experienced in warfare; soldier. A person who shows or has shown great vigor, courage, or aggressiveness, as in politics or athletics. Dictionary.Com. *2 Karl Malone & John Stockton. *3 Karl Malone *4 Michael Jordan. *5 John Stockton
Dear ......,
Its over, it's finished, I mean it - we're through!
I thought it was me but now know it was you.
I'm done with your lies, your greed, my fixation
insatiable urge that precedes degradation.
It's cost me too much this affair of ours;
this obsession consumed me for years, days and hours.
Without you I'm free to flourish and thrive,
my sparkle returns, with my passion and drive.
The skin of shame peels slowly and soon
I'll be free of your poison and flee my cocoon.
Your shadow remains and lurks all around,
One chink in my armour and soon you'll surround.
You'll smother me at my lowest ebb
and lure me back to your toxic web.
But once for you is never enough
I know that now, the truth is tough..
Ill never again succumb in your midst
to false claims of confidence, courage and grit.
Without you I'm changing, my fashion bespoke
One day you'll crawl past my invisible cloak.
My skin glows, my waist shrinks, my hair is now glossy.
My tissues are mending, my sick genes less bossy!
I hear peace without your seductive whisper
My heart thaws and ventures into the vista
I can search my soul and not feel empty:
the void replaced, my hope is plenty!
I'm starting to use the gifts that you hid,
The girl in the mirror is lifting her lid.
Peering into the world, clear eyes bright and blue
I touch, taste and smell, inhaling the view.
Less fear of your fog clouding my vision.
I love what I see, painting colours my mission...
When you rap on my brain, trying to grab my attention
I delve into my toolbox of mental distractions.
You'll lure me and stalk like the fool that you are
just to tempt me, just one, its only a jar...
My shield will deflect you with super-girl force!
My willpower steely, your shadow a ghost.
Your influence dwindles the stronger I grow'
your blood sucking shackles bleed into the snow.
Like the “matchstick girl” I've seen the light.
Your shadow shrivels GIVE UP this fight!
You're losing, you're fading your voice is diminished.
Superfluous now, I don't need you - it's finished!
I'm saying so long, it was fun while it lasted.
Move on, to more fish you'll be flabbergasted..
There are many lost souls in this world to seduce
Not me though, not I, I'm cutting loose.
Its time to say goodbye cruel friend
I'm out, this really is the end!
Samantha Malone, December 2020.
To look around the corner of a time, a hovering,
and know that there is more, a gathered mist
of portent stealing comfort, roiling waters
calmed amid the dust trails of a heritage
that didn't want to be disturbed—
there's incentive for another breath,
another setback for the march of death
along the pathway of a life
that only stopped to wonder
just a while ago.
It is Molly Malone who calls us
past the curtain of the years, imploring
with a voice heard only as an echo,
as a haunting fantasy, perhaps
encrusted sentiment that moment
in the Dublin fog where we thought
we saw her there again.
How curious the parallel
that we would long to bring her back,
for it is history in all its darkness
that congeals into a strange nostalgia,
speaks in distant cries that it is we
who vivify the murky ghosts—
who see ourselves alive in Molly's shade!
It is the gentle earth that feeds us.
Consuming and consumed we share
an immortality we do not understand;
we are gifted, rising from the sea
no more confined, and still we hear
across the ages, Molly's cry
assuring us we do not die,
her voice across the square we know,
"Cockles...and mussels alive, alive O..."
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