CAITLIN COLLINS, COOL
MAKING TRUMP LOOK LIKE A FOOL
HE IS SUCH A TOOL
Death Bed Poetry: Dylan Thomas
Alcohol and co-dependence make poor conspirators
Delivering more a life driven by inquisitors
Dylan Thomas poet and drinker
Part time lover and full-time thinker
In fading health and across the sea
He gathered himself for one last spree
The White Horse Tavern welcomed the man
And there he started his final stand
"I've had eighteen straight whiskies. I think that's the record!"
Alcohol, pneumonia, and Doctor Feltenstein were more than he could afford
Caitlin flew in to remark, "Is the bloody man dead yet?"
Comatose and failing, the bard was not quite there yet.
Still and silent, and lying abed
A few hours later and Dylan was dead
having gone "Gentle into that good night"
with no further words and such little fight.
Thus, the end of our Welsh poet Dylan
a bit of a rogue but not such a villain
who now learns Death does have dominion
in spite of the bard's differing opinion.
Angel Reese plays basketball for the Chicago Sky
She talks trash like an overwrought magpie
The media compares her to the great Caitlin Clark
~ though almost all Angel’s shots miss their mark
‘More drama swirls around Caitlin Clark’
‘Angel Reese’s pregame outfit kills the internet’
'Aliyah Boston’s three-word response to Breanna Stewart’
Another day of headlines for ~ ‘Women’s Professional Basketball’
‘Star’ Caitlin Clark
Media-created Monster
Pity her, almost
She’s white, so she’s ‘right’
'Next coming' of Larry Bird
What a ruse! - Pure hype
Reality-humbled
Fresh-faced Caitlin’s no match
for tough pro players
Scored nine points tonight...
Her team lost by thirty-six
~ Star-shine was nixed
When you hitch your wagon to a new star
you best make sure she’s up to par
For if she fails, your wagon’s unhitched
WNBA's 'bright college star' ~
already heading straight for the ditch
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In case you're not sure, the 'star' I refer
to is none other than the vastly overrated
Caitlin Clark -- a college star, who (I pre-
dict) will flame out in the WNBA.
Caitlin Clark this, Caitlin Clark that
your name is magic, you're the Cat in the Hat
You’ve got folks so mesmerized
they don’t see you’re undersized
In a tizzy, fans shell out their dough
Don’t they know you’re skinny and slow
Over you the media's ablaze
all they print's effusive praise
Yet not a word about this corker
~ your new pro team is mediocre
Shot after shot after shot
Caitlin’s red-hot
Swish, swish, swish; the net barely moves
Caitlin feels it; she’s in the groove
Game after game, win after win
The adulation never wears thin
Comes the game for the number one rank
Caitlin’s shots go clank, clank, clank
Her touch, gone; her face, drawn
Millions of shots for tears spawned
Caitlin Who?
Girl's yet to hear a boo.
Let her play pro ball for a few years ~
GOAT wannabes cry rivers of tears
_____________________________________
Caitlin Clark just set the NCAA woman's
basketball record for most points scored.
GOAT = Greatest of All Time
NCAA = National Collegiate Athletic Association
Thin are the lines between love and hate,
Between life and death...
But I'll tell of your fate
With my dying breath...
I open my eyes wide
To see through the windows of your soul
All those long nights I've cried
Longing to know all of your traumas untold.
You may bleed for me
As I long for you
Dry those pain filled tears
Replace them with the mornings dew
They may hold a blade to my throat
And a gun to my head
But betray you? I won't
Not even after I'm dead.
Weave all your lies
Brew all your secrets
Hiding from the truth breaks ties
And seduces lowlife miscreants
I walk these dark streets nightly
Dressed as a man
Keeping my act up and my truth locked tightly
As secure as I can
The skies may seem to change
From day to day and stage to stage
But the city below
Ebbs and flows
While I alone remain
To observe the possibilities
Of bringing beauty out from the stains....
-Caitlin Rockey
First Steps
by Michael R. Burch
for Caitlin Shea Murphy
To her a year is like infinity,
each day—an adventure never-ending.
She has no concept of time,
but already has begun the climb—
from childhood to womanhood recklessly ascending.
I would caution her, "No! Wait!
There will be time enough another day . . .
time to learn the Truth
and to slowly shed your youth,
but for now, sweet child, go carefully on your way! . . ."
But her time is not a time for cautious words,
nor a time for measured, careful understanding.
She is just certain
that, by grabbing the curtain,
in a moment she will finally be standing!
Little does she know that her first few steps
will hurtle her on her way
through childhood to adolescence,
and then, finally, pubescence . . .
while, just as swiftly, I’ll be going gray!
Keywords/Tags: adolescence, pubescence, play, learning, growing up, first steps, first walking, running, aging, first love, child, childhood, children, kindergarten, age, leaving, graduation
A rampant old bird called Caitlin
Prepared for a long night of sin
Bill made it his mission
And got in position
But sobbed when she asked ‘is it in’
Bill said you’ve no right to be fussy
You’ve got such a cavernous pussy
Let’s admit we are old
But we try to be bold
You were once a right little hussy!
Thanks to Chris Green for inspiration for the second stanza!
04~24~17
Out on a Sunday grocery shopping,
heading for the dairy department,
out of the corner of my eye I saw,
the back of a very tall leggy blonde,
She must have been 6'2" tall,
with her muscular legs wearing high heels,
her knee length dress was a pretty green,
she turned around and I thought what a scene,
Because it was actually a stubbled guy,
with make up on even on his eyes,
the other shoppers took it all in stride,
like he/she was a regular shopper all the time,
But I couldn't help but curiously stare,
as if a blonde Bruce Jenner/Caitlin was there,
when he/she walked the dress swirled,
in my Walmart upside down shopping world.
2-28-17
Announcing it in the paper that day,
the LGBT club soon got under way,
meeting at Bruce's bike shop on their harley's,
is where they'd all meet before going on their journey,
some newcomers arrived as well,
and from the looks of them couldn't
tell if they were a woman or a fella,
some looking kind of like Mrs. Doubtfire,
while the younger ones like a Caitlin Jenner,
Bruce started scratching his head
and started to wonder,
why all of a sudden his club was so full of transgender's,
then he realized when he looked at the paper ad,
that he had to change the clubs lettering just a tad,
because his Lumberjacks Go Biking Tuesday's club,
was not going to be used anymore after that
coming out masquerade fad!
Sometimes we all say things we don’t mean
Private thoughts to be kept inside that should never be seen
Then others join to be part of the scene
Using nasty words that are designed to demean
Scared to speak out for fear of ridicule
How can other people be so cruel
They join in because they think its fun
Not knowing the harm they do to anyone
Social media can be fun
But to those being bullied the damage is done
‘Do it, do it, just go away’
These are the words the bullies may say
Until one day the victim begins to crack
Those poisoned words can’t be taken back
Evntually they can take no more
And are found lifeless on the bedroom floor
Then those who mock and those who scorn
Turn up at the funeral of those who they now mourn
So think before another word you say
Because the bullied may not be able to face another day
Edited for Premier Contest #7 Sponsored by Skat A
2/2/14
Inspired by the death Caitlin Alker (aged 18) who was bullied on social media and tragically took her own life.
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