We said ‘goodbye John’ today
What should we say
A Brave Yankee he was
Creating buzz
Announcing home runs in the air
Using a style entertaining, sparking flair
Turning a routine afternoon affair
Around
Toasting Pinstripe town
Even if the team was down
Jeter, Rodriguez and Judge
Success never budged
Standing strong
Waiting for the Liza and Frank Song
Written by Kandor and Ebb
Famous on Broadway many said
But giving a Sterling performance
Made everyone sing and dance
Line up had the creative look
Radio listening enjoying the personal hook
Seemed written in the playbill book
Holy Cow!
Is where he is now
Hearing how bout that
When at bat
He gets the call
Joining Phil and Mel watching baseball
Fold her like a pretzel
Girl be going mental
Nuttin in her mouth
Now I’m messing up her dental
Treat it like a rental
Park it in the temple
Riding with the homies
And we dawging in the kennel
Shawty sentimental
Body instrumental
Tryna tie me down
But I’m moving continental
Dancing like a stripper
Shake it like a teaser
Louding up the music
How I’m playing on the speaker
It’s so cold in winter
Turning on the heater
Linking up with baddies
Now she calling me a cheater
Tryna make that money
I ain’t tryna keep her
Flowing on that base
How I’m balling like I’m Jeter.
the time has come to bury tim
his artificial heart could not take the reality
when he was born, the world became more colorful
his energy and his smile was like water to what once was
i will remember his baseball card collection and his passion for the game
he could have been another ozzie smith for he cut enough flips
he idolized derek jeter as well and would light up when he saw him play
when his weak heart expressed itself, gone was his original dream
however, he found another
after reading poems by e.e. cummings, he tried to write poems like him
tim emulated and imitated until he made it his own
one day i will post a few of his works
until then, the time has come to bury tim
rest easy, dear sweet nephew, i was hoping that you would make it to ten
Les vieux poèmes sont comme de vieilles chaussures
Que nous refusons de jeter au fond des fissures
Comme les vieilles pensées que nous ne pouvons pas ignorer
Ou les vieilles routes que nous aimons naviguer.
Les vieux poèmes sont maintenant très renommés
Comme de vieilles pantoufles confortables
Des témoins de nombreuses histoires autour de la table
Où grand-mère s'est assise autrefois avec fougue et en beauté.
Les vieux poèmes sont comme un vin raffiné
Ils s'améliorent à mesure que l'âge et le temps s'entremêlent
Et nous rêvons du bon vieux temps passé.
Les vieilles chaussures sont conservées au sous-sol
Pas trop loin des deux cheminées
Où sont situés les signes à louer.
Copyright © Février 2019, Hébert Logerie, Tous droits réservés.
Hébert Logerie est l'auteur de plusieurs recueils de poèmes.
This is a translation of the poem 'Old Poems Like Old Shoes' by Hebert Logerie
A street meter thief, Peter Jeter
Would saw off the head of one meter,
Take it home in his sack,
Keep the coins, bring it back,
Which was pointless by that time, of course, having
completely destroyed the meter.
Written 27 Feb 2022
Last year Mariano
Made the Baseball Hall of Fame,
Unanimously, it turned out,
To thunderous acclaim.
This year is Derek Jeter’s turn,
Another Yankee star
And everyone expected him
To reach Rivera’s bar.
But no such luck, for Jeter,
With so many wins and hits,
Got elected with no problem
(Or the fans would throw some fits!)
Yet the vote was not unanimous,
For it was one vote shy
And I’d love to ask the holdout
Just one simple question – why?
Christmas Day was only a week away and Peter
soon realized that he had spent all of his savings on Jeter
buying him a Super Mario game, then he thought of gathering
all those silver coins, dimes, quarters and copper pennies
from his piggy glass jar and when it broke, it made it big bang
Windy, the green-eyed cat, raced out of Peter's room meowing;
his sister Kelly assumed that an earthquake made the house shake,
" Everybody get out, grabs your jackets and hats...
Santa must be mad at us: we have been shameless brats;
be quick, run for your lives, no toys you must take! "
I stared at all the jerseys
Worn by Yogi, Mickey, Lou,
The Babe and Derek Jeter,
Thurman Munson, Roger, too…
And I realized all these Yankees,
Those alive and those who’ve died,
Wore those uniforms, no matter when,
With dignity and pride.
For so many baseball players,
Playing ball was all they knew.
They were lucky that success rewarded
What they loved to do.
At the stadium, we cheered them
For each time they got on base,
With an inkling of whose jersey
Will join others in that case.
Jeter! what a special dog you are.
Our love for you is in our hearts.
The joy you bring our family,
is priceless, you see.
You don't do many tricks,
but love us with your many licks.
Lately you have not been feeling well,
We pray for you and wish you well.
Elena, Briana, Brandon, and Gus will
keep their fingers crossed,
just because, you mean so much.
If their ever comes a time you have to leave,
You'll take with you, a piece of me!
For now We will enjoy the time we have,
So we don't have no regrets.
Jeter you bring us so much Joy,
you know, you are my favorite Boy.
If I had one wish for you,
is for you to be healthy too.
We all want to say to you,
we all love you...
Michael Tor Dedicated to Gus, Elena, Brandon, Briana and Most of all Jeter.
Jeter got two hits while in
His final All-Star game.
He got a huge ovation
As the crowd roared out his name.
Though afterwards, the pitcher claimed
He’d tossed some easy throws,
Like Derek wasn’t quite the hitter
Everybody knows.
But Jeter is a classy guy;
When told what Wainwright said,
He laughed and answered, “Thank him”
As he shrugged and shook his head.
The pitcher later stated
That he’d meant it as a joke;
Still, it’s hard to reel back in
The stupid words you spoke.
The baseball world won’t be the same
When Derek Jeter leaves,
For few can match the heart he puts
In all that he achieves.
D edicated and determined, for 15 years or more.
E xtraordinary talent, that Baseball fans adore!
R evered by other athletes, for the example that he sets.
E ncourage our kids to be like him, and we'll have no regrets.
K eeping real high standards, is something he will yield.
J ust isn't any problem, both on and off the field!
E xcellence seems to be his goal, at least that is his game.
T hough he knows it's unattainable, he keeps trying just the same.
E xpect no less from this great guy, he's unique, and that's a fact.
R espect is automatic, cause he's a real "Class Act"!
Congrats to Derek
Rain shouldn't keep me from feeling fine,
I'd drive to City Field by five...
to watch tall Peter
cheering for Jeter...
a champ nurtured by manly pride.
Jeter Derek: the legendary champ
led the Yankees to a sensational victory,
defeating the Phillies
at City Field in the 2009 World Series!
And the crowds revelled
from their stands;
and he waved his hand,
and smiled proudly,
holding and cradling the championship trophy...
driving all the ladies wild!
Jeter Derek made history
by planning a clincing game,
over the opponents to break Lou Gehrig's record...
and all the thrill glowing on his face,
was also a thrill of mine!
Tiger Woods is not a hero, he's a man
He's a man in a group with others, who can't resist a wild
party girl
to make a man's middle age a bit more exciting
to hold off the boredom of being settled
and safe
jon gosslin, john edwards, bill clinton, tiger woods, derek jeter, arod, countless actors
and the men
in your family
your house
your neighborhood
yes a man is weak
(and sometimes a woman)
drawn to excitement once their security is established
the bubbling excitement of a double life
father, provider, husband, lover
and then wild man in bed with a wild woman
is just too enticing
the power is as intoxicating
as the sex
be careful
who you hold up to your children as heros
not athletes
or actors
not professors or teachers
not polititians
be careful
the real heros are the exceptional ordinary people
who work their lives in a steady way
and lead by example
I
I am amazed at the way your eyes hypnotize me-
I'm in a Trans; you have control…
Snap your finger to take me out of that hold…
I'm yours…
Amazed at the way you kiss me,
Leaving me breathless as though
It was the first kiss I ever had,
Send tingles through my spin…
I'm yours…
You have this spell over me-
I love being captive in your curse,
I would rather be condemned a soul to drift next to you for a lifetime then ever
enter heaven without you…
I'm yours…
© 2006 T.J.Jeter
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