Best New Record Poems
Loneliness is the lump in your throat
and the darkest place in the soul
A situation, a civil status ...
no social contacts
You've heard it before, but it's still taboo
behind the sparkling facade
... the painful loneliness
in every breath
Uphill puts things in perspective
Nothing in life comes with guarantees
My physical presence is here ... without attending
and you don't see me
Let the past die ... what happens if I kill it ?
I need to develop myself, give me strength and energy
The fear of being rejected ...
heartbeat that threatens to set a new record
An eagle flying alone on drifting clouds
Clouds just need air currents to soar
That's when I thought of
William Wordsworth's words :
"I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud"
29.01.2020
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Famous poetic lines that inspire
“I wandered lonely as a cloud” by William Wordsworth
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My little bit of natural life.
Its biodiversity rife.
Frogs, bugs, butterflies, hedgehogs, mice.
Annuals, perennials, lice.
Fruit, cherries, blackberries, no strife!
All in peak condition, no blite.
Every day new finds excite!
New for the county too, quite nice.
My little bit!
Records have to be recorded… type.
New finds my contribution… life
Each new record another slice,
For what it takes I’ll pay the price.
Enjoyed by me and my dear wife.
My little bit!
edits was set up fine on my word doc here. had a few issues with words and such out of line tho on my work here. see how this turns out.
Titanoboa
Magnificent 48 foot long snake.
Dead 60 million years.
Hunting silent as death,
a stunning animal at home in water.
Back bone fossils found in a Colombian quarry.
New record size.
Imagine seeing one today.
Maybe a good job none are alive now.
Bad men would hunt them
to sell to collectors,
put in a zoo,
kill and be stuffed in a
drug cartel’s mansion.
What made Titanoboa so big?
Eating 15 ft Blunt Nose crocs after
crushing them to death?
No, warm temperatures did.
What a sight, a 48 ft snake weighing a ton.
Alive 60 million years ago.
Set a new record for writing these limericks
Wrote this snappy one in less than a minute
Took quite the risk
Of dislocating a disc
And to top it all off, I was eating spinach!
© Jack Ellison 2015
My little bit of natural life.
Its biodiversity rife.
Frogs, bugs, butterflies, hedgehogs, mice.
Annuals, perennials, lice.
Fruit, cherries, blackberries, no strife!
All in peak condition, no blite.
Every day new finds excite!
New for the county too, quite nice.
My little bit!
Records have to be recorded… type.
New finds my contribution… life
Each new record another slice,
For what it takes I’ll pay the price.
Enjoyed by me and my dear wife.
My little bit!
Two National League teams departed New York City
when the Dodgers and Giants left the vicinity.
Both teams went to California out on the West Coast.
The Big Apple was without a National League host.
An expansion four years later brought another team.
Newspaper editor Joan Payson fulfilled a dream.
Again, New Yorkers could see a National League game.
A new team came to town, and the “Mets” was the team’s name.
With uniforms of Giants orange and Dodgers blue,
they took the Polo Grounds field in 1962.
Many New York baseball fans had shown their loyalty
despite the Mets’ new record for mediocrity.
Winning only forty games and finishing dead last,
the Mets were able to expunge the ghosts from the past.
Again having a team in each league was a reason
for joy and happiness in New York that first season.
They moved to Shea Stadium in 1964.
However, their losing ways continued a bit more.
The Mets’ performance each season did not look too fine.
They lost for seven straight years to 1969.
However, all the Mets fans would get a big surprise.
The team played quite well. The fans could not believe their eyes!
Just past mid-season, they were standing in second place.
The Mets won games, and were moving at a torrid pace.
They soon caught and passed the first-place team from Chicago.
The Mets stayed in first place with just a few weeks to go.
Their pitching staff had Tom Seaver and Jerry Koosman,
they also had Gary Gentry and Nolan Ryan.
The Mets best hitters, Cleon Jones and Tommie Agee,
were joined by Ed Charles, Donn Clendenon, and Art Shamsky.
Together, they all formed a winning combination.
A pennant and World Series win brought more elation!
Help the rebel cause
We pause
To pay our respects to those brave enough
To stand for those who won't for whatever reasons
For standing against the oppressors of the oppressed
The instigators of our distress
But, indeed, our lives could be so much worse than it seem
Though, truthfully, it could be so much better than we could ever dream
Could you imagine all the thoughts your mind could never speak?
As they prey on those who willfully portray themselves as being weak
Or dare I even speak
Of the scraps we've yearned to keep
As we work ourselves to the bone
While they boast about their profits reaching new record peaks
But you know what?
There is no more time to pause
As we stand witness to the budding flower of hope
Blooming to its profound perfection
While contemplating all the ways we should continue to cope
Though whats needed most is a massive moral correction
So help the rebel cause!
Set a new record for writing these limericks
Wrote this snappy one in less than a minute
Took quite the risk
Of dislocating a disc
And to top it all off, I was eating spinach
In nineteen hundred thirty eight
Howard found a new record to break.
Around the world the fastest ever;
Three hundred fifty two miles per hour.
He filled the plane with ping pong balls.
In case of a crash to cushion the fall.
He also had the bright notion.
They would keep him afloat should he fall to the ocean.
© Apr 13 2010
Some numbers tumble down the hallowed halls of baseball’s past -
a sport of numbers after all, these memories hold fast.
Stan Musial wore #6, Lou Gehrig, #4;
the “luckiest man in all the earth”, great player AND much more.
McCovey, Reggie – 44, Hank Aaron wore it too.
Remember those World Series gems? Koufax wore 32.
My favorite: “Say Hey” Willie Mays wore #24;
he’s famous for “The Catch” and yes, that childlike smile he wore.
Ted Williams: .406 - .394 for Tony Gwynn,
if ’94 had known no strike, who knows what might have been?
5,714 K’s Ryan amassed,
plus Nolan’s 7 no-hitters: neither will be surpassed.
“Records are made to be broken”, but THIS one never shall:
2,632 consecutive games for Cal.
1947 – Jackie Robinson’s big year,
He broke the color barrier and had a great career.
Roger Maris – 61* in ’61, but wait…
it seems some other cheaters passed him up in ’98.
I don’t consider some worthy to mention by their name –
Their steroids sadly stained the reputation of the game.
Some other numbers come to mind: Babe Ruth’s 714
Hack Wilson’s RBI’s – 191, obscene!
There’s Rickey Henderson’s 130 steals, divine!
Dimaggio’s streak of 56; Hershiser’s 59.
But if a sacred record falls, we oughtn’t be perplexed,
The game’s baton is passed – one generation to the next.
Now Aaron Judge wears 99 – I think he wears it well,
Bryce Harper’s #3 will shine, as far as I can tell.
Young Bellinger wears 35, Mike Trout sports 27,
And Albert Pujols, #5 – their swings, pure baseball heaven.
Today is baseball’s Opening Day, a LONG-awaited season.
What new numbers might come in play - aligning rhyme with reason?
The stands will all be empty though, as COVID keeps us home –
The closest I could come to being there is write this poem.
These numbers represent some well-loved gamers known for winning;
Even the Good Book recognizes them: “In the Big Inning”!
* - Maris passed Babe Ruth’s record of 60 HRs in a season, but it was a longer season, so the commissioner issued an edict that an asterisk be placed in the record books to annotate a ‘tainted’ new record. Billy Crystal made a brilliant movie about that, calling it 61*
Place a pair of good eyes high, watch for distant freeze,
lifelines coated with ice, sails stiff unyielding sheets.
Make right, steer clear and take no chance our side berg meets,
Queen beats eastward across cold and rough ocean seas.
Ice floes play this rout I'm thinking - sure they don't please.
Great tea merchantman ties-up soon at iron cleats.
Most fleet, a new record time that far Scotia seeks.
She makes way where there lies frigid prevailing breeze.
Mate knows shifting box cargo's bad but pleased to see
hold's shipshape and here no danger lurks close this night.
Wheel's keen helmsman with eyes focused on compass face
keeps close view to retain course with ship running free.
Mean waves, easy as she goes, things are fine, all's right!
They'll be docking in nine days if ship keeps this pace.
Must see an optometrist next week
Not saying I'm blind as a bat, but bats see better
The tiny type on TV... forget it
Don't know why they bother
Might as well be greek as far as I'm concerned
Oh for the days of my youth
When type didn't have to be billboard size
Such happy days they were
When stop signs were even difficult to read
How about that!!!
Almost hit half a dozen old people in one day
Started to record them... tried to set a new record daily
There must be something to alleviate the problem
OH GLASSES... RIGHT!
Forgot about them! Even Ray Charles wore them
And the success he enjoyed
Can you imagine bats wearing glasses
Optometrist would be flooding the workplace
So nuff said... going out to buy a better pair!
Irma Pulled a Fast One
By Franklin Price
9/11/2017 – 6:07AM
Irma pulled a fast one
Just before I closed my eyes
Took a right turn to the East
To sooner see the sun arise
Was supposed to go to Tampa
Get a cigar there to chew
Now she's wrecking Jacksonville
Her new direction's nothing new
Was not supposed to go there
Was to head for Alabam
Once again surprised predictors
Jacksonville now gets the slam
Passed Daytona Beach's race track
A responders' prepping pad
On the way out of the state
Had to see just what they had
Her blurry eye was very close
Winds blew and rains came down
She made their jobs more daunting
As she headed out of town
In Jacksonville a record surge.
In the Saint John's river way
Irma was not done with us
That's her record for today
Has affected all of Florida
Six million without power
Trees knocking down transmission lines
A new record every hour
She's still exceeding records
Wind speed. over time was set
It was a new world record
One of many she would get
She is still not through with us
On this day the towers fell
She, as nature's terrorist
Still makes our lives a living hell
Cougar’s growl shakes me awake in the worst of ways
Her realism prances forth in my mind; I am disoriented.
The last line of a poem waffles through my brain,
And my eyes are not fully open yet. Poetry already?
I grab a piece of paper and take it with me to the bathroom.
Sitting, I jot down six phrases, and a poem begins to write herself.
She flings herself onto the page in dots, lines, and dashes.
I find myself writing seven poems before breakfast.
Without any energy at all and little conscious effort, it is a poetry day.
Who decides? Which muse is about in my head today?
Is she going to distract me from my morning drive?
I turn my I-phone’s tape recorder on, as I get into my car.
There are no more ideas for a day and a half. Then a full writing day.
Thirty six poems in twelve hours, my new record!
I am gob smacked, consternated, confused.
Where do these days come from? Who is in charge? Apparently not me.
Help the rebel cause
We pause
Paying our respects to those brave enough
To stand for those who won't, for whatever reasons
For standing against the oppressors of the oppressed
The instigators of our distress
Yet, indeed
Our lives could be so much worse than it seems
Though, truthfully
It could be so much better than we ever dreamed
Imagine thoughts a mind would never boldly speak
As they prey on those who are willfully portrayed as weak
Or dare I even speak
Of the scraps we've yearned to keep
As we work ourselves to the bone
While boasting about profits reaching new record peaks
But you know what?
No more time to pause
As we stand, witness to the budding flower of hope
Blooming to its profound perfection
Contemplating all the ways we've continued to cope
Though whats needed most
Is a massive moral correction