Best Relievers Poems
It is no sin,
To dream the joys,
The bliss of harmony,
No tension of reality,
Sometimes a get away,
Is necessary to ease,
The overtake of daily life,
So why not take time,
To ponder on the good aspects,
That meditative daydreaming has,
Or shud I say stress relievers,
By health,
It is definitive,
To feel light and free,
Feeling evermore in glee,
Under the shade of thee!
I carry this 30 pound bag wherever I go,
Some call this item a purse,
I say burden!
Inside;
pink wallet with metallic stars
(not alot within except an unused gift card and an ID)
12 hair ties, all black
2 bottles nail polish
(1 is Lagoon blue, 1 is something called Rant)
6 dollars in change
2 books
lint roller
make-up bag
2 kinds of perfume
(a girl needs to smell pretty)
cell phone
cigarettes
2 lighters
5 pens, 2 pencils
notebook for poems
Sour Patch Kids and Swedish Fish
Gobstoppers
hand lotion
2 magazines
mp3 player
eye glasses with case
name tag for work
antibiotics and pain relievers
and a random cat toy, a blue mouse.
What a mess!
For a team to compete in a pennant chase,
they need quality at first, second, and third base.
Players are needed that can hit and field.
Three more are required to complete the outfield.
To field line drives or grounders on the hop,
any team also needs a quality shortstop.
No squad can ever be considered great
if they don’t have a good catcher behind the plate.
Any club needs four or five dependable starters.
To finish the game, a good corps of relievers.
A contending team has a fine pitching staff.
Anything less than that would be a laugh.
In order to reach the top position,
a team has to outscore the opposition.
They need more wins than the competition.
This is any team’s annual mission.
The team from Philadelphia is considered great.
They put it all together in 2008.
The season ended with a World Series victory.
That’s what meeting expectations means to me.
Politics what does it stands for?
Is it a bunch of idiots trying to get votes door to door?
No it’s really many parasites
Abusing my human rights
By spending my tax to fund an Afghanistan civil war
They call themselves leaders
In fact they are income tax bleeders
Like lambs to the slaughter
They sure to tax the water
So they can benefit from the tax relievers
*Leader or Follower contest*
the soft pattering of feet down the street
the breath of stale air against your neck
don't turn around
i'm not there
the moon beating down rending you restless
you were made for the nightlife, baby
but the masquerader you're dancing with
don't even imagine
i'm not there
the moveable mirror
i tie the knot to the tie
the black suit contrasting
the pale white buttoned shirt underneath
and the day wraps around
waiting on some kind of funeral for myself
everyone is gathered
but i'm not there
sinking and thinking
don't let them catch you blinking
i see you standing outside the restaurant
without a date
i must have been something
if you think about me that much
but i've still got my gin
and my capsule of breath mints/pain relievers
i'm alright
i get outside and see the moon
and i see the reflection there of you
i stand and blow a kiss and smile
within minutes i'm off the driveway
down scott
through alabama
onto holcomb and into marietta
i arrive at her house and knock at the door
you run through my mind for one last minute
then the bubble pops when the door opens
she's all dressed up and ready to go
ready to go anywhere
standing on the street corner
waiting for a taxi
the wind is cold and merciless
you grip yourself and rub your hands together
then to hear a pattering of feet
a touch of stale breath
don't bother turning around
i'm not there
The rock star life of Poet Synopsis.
Liquid-caps, wiretaps, relapse, mentally insane.
Mother would say “there is no pain it is only in your brain, if you control your thoughts your writing won’t seem so insane”.
I reply “When I am high whether it be; I regain control of my soul.”
I do not indulge with people, who do not share my views.
I connect to those better who love to act a fool,
provide as a listening tool,
the sad, lonely, and the confused.
Everything will be crystallized and you can be sure as you believe that you are wise,
You will see a WZRD on Adderall,
Who bleeds from his crown.
As he falls down to the party that’s underground…
In the lonely moments of being on stage or having my feet touching the ground,
the mouth opens wide and I shut-down…
Shocked from the eyes of the crowd escapes into my stream,
they light up with different colors,
different energies.
I slip into an unconscious dream.
Where I am supreme and there are relievers of every kind.
In the moments that a needle is touching the skin I don’t think it is heroin I am inhaling…
For the moments of possibilities it could be nine or ten, or maybe it could be Meth,
I won’t know for this chlorine has gotten into my eyes and now everything is looking like a dry dream.
At the ballpark in a sequestered location
are baseball pitchers waiting in isolation.
They ready themselves for a bad situation.
When starting pitchers falter, they are called upon.
The call goes to the bullpen, and they toss the ball.
The fans can see them “warming up” behind a wall.
If their teams are in danger of losing the lead,
the managers summon them during time of need.
If the pitcher on the mound’s outcome is in doubt,
relievers take their places to seek the third out.
Left or right-handed, they cannot break when bending.
With each “save”, the contests have a happy ending.
Sitting here on the fabled Lower East Side
I watch the electric warriors on my TV screen
7 innings of shut out ball for the Mets
But relievers came in and gave up a few runs
Victory is sweet
But they rarely let a pitcher pitch 9 innings anymore
Would have been nice to see Noah Syndegard
throw a full game shutout
The game has changed over the years
Players make great sums of money now
And Afro - Americans play alongside
their white(and sometimes Jewish or Asian) brothers
Been a Mets fan for as long as I can remember
As a kid I cried when they lost
In '69 and '86 they won all the marbles
Hope they make it to the World Series this year
The light in my room illuminates the writing notebook
I am using
I can write down that my team won
And hopefully will win tomorrow as well
Let's go Mets!
If age is a constant then daydreams and nightmares
will cease to exist when the best of life is achieved
as maturity stabilizes at a level of immaturity favors
the innocence in confidence-mired ill-retrieved
those hopelessly enwrapped by rhetorical triggers
stemmed by the proposer amongst the ill-believed
'tis liken a heist at gunpoint to corner those regretters
to have brains (methinks) to cusps their mind deceived
and churned their souls to enter their relievers
and entertain the premature notion that they conceived
participants to ascertain the wherewithal of achievers
better or best consciously the line of inquiry perceived
to mull over and enter the zone as one of the leavers
to post with the best, to the winners be my best-wished.
All that glitters ain't gold
Weighs that we've been sold
Don't let my words scald or scold
Listen
Hear the wise
Of an owl with eyes
As old
As the first
Uni
Verse that I learned
With a scowl upon my brow
Only to curse
In reverse
The many things we humans do
And I'm guilty too
Too many a minds have been plundered
To barren thoughts asunder
And we crawl
Through it all
Ways to ponder
Why life's a wonder?
If living what we said
That God is coming?
Then why we runnin'?
I reread
The blood in me
And you
And the fine print times two
And how life would figure
When we triggered
Survival versus wither
Laying siege we beleaguer
Relievers of deceivers
Wanting no leaders
To conceive
Like that girl Mary
Lost lambs wary
Grown contrary
To our imagination
And the self frustrations
Of cherishing our creations
And the find
Of a spine
Of our kind
On a peaceful mission
A star trek of volition
Where no man
Can deliver us
From the quiver
Of hither to hither
Enigmas sharing freedoms
Paid to believe in
Five for the first
Ten for the last
Breathe of air
Times a thousand I dare
The thought
Of answers bought
Often sought
Just prancers
With a nose red cancer
For the greed of romancers
Of delusional highs....
Enabled by God, the Author and Exemplar of giving
they exercise granting deeds of generous thriving…
With sincere gratitude, we commend them midst bliss:
foremost are parents showering unconditional love from hearts abyss…
brother and sisters, great siblings for their support
as well as cheering friends who show caring escort…
teachers, mentors, counselors in their constant reaching-out
ministering, imparting truth and wisdom without doubt…
neighbors, colleagues, fellows presenting worthy community involvements
along peace and order sentinels toward good progress engagements…
pets like our cats, dogs, birds, rabbits, hamsters as relievers of stress
not forgetting our gardens with plants and flowers, pacifying distress…
hobbies against rigorous schedule, bestowing sweet pleasure
work, job, task and chores, upholding or adding to financial treasure…
nature, environment, parks, home of refuge serving as security-haven
sanctuary or worship places that bring our souls nigh to heaven…
how about trials and sufferings that develop virtuous attitude
sustaining will-power, enhancing prayerfulness’ fortitude…
numerous can still be added since we are always blest
with givers*, (including ourselves) that unselfishly, contribute the best.
List in couplet form
*2Corinthians 9:7 Every man according as he purposeth in his heart, so let him give; not grudgingly, or of necessity: for God loveth a cheerful giver.
September 26, 2020
10th place, "Givers" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Regina McIntosh; judged on 9/26/2020.
This is about baseball America's game
Been a fan since the forties, sure isn't the same
The shift, the relievers
The staunch believers
But the game's not the same, whatta shame
It is the closer’s job to shut the door.
We don’t want the other team to score.
Relief pitchers take over where the starters depart.
When assuming this role, relievers need a lot of heart.
In the last inning, get them out one, two, three.
It feels so much better to leave town with a victory.
I can deep bend, I can prance, I can dance.
But when it's time for bed, not in romance.
I toss, turn in intense pain.
My hips, a drain on my brain.
Prescribe relievers are not worth two cents.
Heaven hovers over hope horizons
Which highlight the light and flight of the confidence
Concealed and sealed in my sentiment seasons
When happiness hastens my perseverance and persistence.
Heaven hobnobs with hope habits
Which coupled and pooled with happiness
Humbles, fumbles and mumbles mercies at rabbits
Which habituate and situate my crimson coziness.
Heaven hosts posts and pots of happiness
Blessed to impress stress relievers
Spun in honey and money business
Which conveys a convoy of bliss believers.
Heaven blesses and kisses the noblesse of couples
Whose mission meets marital measures
Moulded to dignify and magnify dimples
Which accentuate the contours and detours of pristine pleasures.