It's really a marvellous gift to walk
to go wherever moving your two feet
just taking only one step at a time
enjoy all before you that you meet
Think fully of all that's in the walking
the ability in walking is full of grace
hard to find words to describe it's beauty
feeling within a movement all up your face
But destinations cause such interruptions
the flow and energy comes to a stop
this betrays our hopes and our focus
makes one filled with feelings that flop
Always wanting to move on like life
turn the next page of that super book
this is like walking take the next step
while you can before road turns crook
('But the beauty is in the walking; we are betrayed by destinations')
- Gwynn Thomas, Poet. (1936-2016)
You put up the numbers
Year after year.
You faced every pitcher
Having no fear.
You have a great eye.
The best of them all.
You made it look easy
When you contact the ball.
A pitch in the strike zone
You gave it a slap.
Singles and doubles
Were scored in the gaps.
Over two hundred hits
Five different seasons.
Over thirty-one hundred
Hall of fame reasons.
You batted an average
Three thirty-eight.
Over twenty straight years.
I'm just saying that's great.
Eight batting titles
With the very same team.
For today’s average player
It's only a dream.
Out in right field
You were a cut above.
And for your great play
Won five golden gloves.
You stole 300 bases.
Most never knew.
Your career strike outs
Were so very few.
So now you stand
In the hall of fame.
As one of the greatest
To have played the game.
I read you like the paper
Your face a cover page
I catch the comics daily
I master all it's games
Extra, extra, I'm all about it
I'll slather up a soap box,
An' have that **** surrounded.
Hey everyone! This just in:
She's about to make headlines
For swingin' them bats like Tony Gwynn
Who will buy my lovely oranges
I am a whore in the bed of Charles II
Nell Gwynn is my name from Hereford I come
Beauty I have money have none.
Acting is my forte yet I must wait my turn
The stage is a busy place, I first must earn
The right to be classed as a star
Not just a bed warmer Charles II whore
I cross dress at times to see how it's done,
this art of beguiling both sexes, thought as a skill
Yet a diva I will become after birthing a son
Another one for Charles to show off at will
Three babies I gave him yet all the time
My stage work continued, couldn't stop,
Illness I can't have, would end my fame
Losing my pecking order topple from the top
Many women share his bed, marries just one
Would rather be footloose care for my son
Than be a wife of a philandering man.
To know I can up and go whenever I want.
Will you buy my lovely oranges, says Nell in loud voice
Revealing her bosoms,you don't have a choice
But stare and think many thoughts of a man
being teased by more than the oranges held in my hand.
penned 24/06/2014
True person
The final mortal breath, his love and kiss,
So familiar in an unknown word,
He waits in shadows at the great abyss,
The moment when all can be clearly heard,
He brings certainty to end all of this.
Here or there, no matter where we may roam,
He is the endless veil, the last good night,
He is the laughter as earthy as loam,
His the power that claims the final rite,
Gwynn Ap Nudd escorts our souls safely home.
Form: Sicilian Quintains
The San Diego crowds you continued to amaze
in your twenty seasons playing for the Padres.
A lifetime batting average of .338
and over three thousand hits are feats so great.
As you played the outfield with fluid dexterity and grace,
the offense was ignited with your many times reaching base.
You helped lift your team from past mediocrity
to a prominent position of respectability.
You are taking your place among the best of the game
as your bronze plaque is displayed in the Hall of Fame.
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