Best Shea Poems

It has been home to baseball’s New York Mets.
For a time, it also housed football’s New York Jets.
This is a place practically any New Yorker...

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Flute is blown by the wind
Hollow sound long and thin 
Picks up  blowing, blowing all around
Flute now plays a higher sound

Fog or appartion slowly...

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Let Not Your Soul Be Burdened

The soul is where the mind doth dwell,
Always somewhere
 it's never in limbo -
Your soul is filled, never void. 
So,...

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Now I see 
    that 
World Series time 
  has arrived 
Seems to me that something 
   is missing...

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Sean Green - a Met who wrote a book on Zen 
Ike Davis - traded (damn it) to Pittsburgh
    As an aging...

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Joy rued another Friday night
of re-runs. What a sorry plight!
"No more!" she cried. "I'll head for town,
where I'll lose this pathetic frown."

Why would a loner...

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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...

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I was born
in October of 
   1955
One could hear 
  the World Series 
from the hospital room 
The famous series where
 ...

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My love
Sweet lover
Can't wait anymore

My heart
Fragile heart
Is seeming to break

My flesh
My blood
I wish to hold dear

A girl
Small girl
Named Lyla Shea...

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Destiny conspired and planned our intersection
So she came my way
And I crossed her path
Spontaneous love
Not hastened, not rushed
Her name, Peace
 My sweet angel.
 
Down the...

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I spent my senior year saying I was full 
when all I did was discreetly place food
in the napkin on my lap
A bowl of corn,...

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Black Messiahs live never to cause war,
Their ambitions even surround every other person behind their city wall.
All dwellers in the world hails their friendly law,
Black...

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(In 1964, Paul McCartney was staying at 
57, Wimpole Street, the home of Jane Asher.  
McCartney was allowed to use the basement 
for writing...

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Soul knowledge grown thru emotional searches
Eclipses vain ego perches attempts to take charge.
Living should be large from our soul’s core will,
Feeling joy thrill and pain...

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Motherland
             Journeying into the unknown
        ...

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