Best Pastimes Poems

Twelve was the number Roger Staubach worn.
Eight was the number Carl Yastrzemski wore.
When they played I needed lots of popcorn
Watching them play was something to adore
 They were yesterday’s players which I miss
Today there is so much coverage to watch
I watch sports instead of trading...

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crawling through tall green grass
making miles of tunnels
in fields all around

a lake, the yearly rain makes
floating on rafts
crafted from grandpa's woodpile

hot brown hills of slick dry grass
slid and sped down
in cardboard boxes

old knotted oak tree
climb up like a ladder
jump into leaves piled high

acorns falling
my childhood...

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Deciphering crossword puzzles, cryptograms and scrabblegrams once favorite pastimes

Livingsocial at 324 Level Road
circa post high school graduation
found yours truly voluntarily holed up
for an inordinate amount of time
within familiar four walls of his bedroom.

He preferred solitude versus
interacting with either his father or mother,
practicing perfect aggressive passive posture
whereby...

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Sipping sodas with my sweetie,				
  Strolling with him hand in hand,
  In the warmth of summer evenings
  Listening to our favorite band.
  
  We would linger in the moonlight
  Out on the porch at my front door.
  When...

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About Pastimes

To be a scatterbrain is a blessing and a curse;
Jumping from play to play, immaturity at its worse.
Painting is so gripping while it’s being done,
Reading takes its reader to serious or fun.
Writing verse as it comes and hope that it's enjoyed,
Is a past time...

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Why are days looking like endless lifetimes,
Mistimes of pastimes...

As all I have is a mortal heart...
Foretime the thwart, an impart....

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