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Came from Baltimore by Pigtown
Where they like to lay the law down.
He rebelled against the ground rule.
Had to grow up in reform school.
Got acquainted with a curveball
Dealing pepper by the church hall;
Broke some windows, but he left the scouts impressed.
He was an OG All Star, and a first draft Hall of Famer.
He had manners like a gomer, but he played with no disclaimer.
Pitched in Beantown, till they tossed him.
They’d regret they ever lost him.
Joined the Yankees as a slugger.
Jumped on southpaws like a mugger,
Shooting rockets past the flagpole.
Fattest wallet on the payroll.
Made a called shot, and the papers did the rest.
He went from zero to sixty lodged in Murderers’ Row,
With women, booze, and money all just part of the show.
He led the A.L. in hitting.
Chased after ta-il, no quitting.
Played ring around the bases
In a dozen pennant races.
He scored doubles at the wet bar.
Belted homers before radar,
And suffered his publicity’s intrigues.
He was an urban legend; no one ever saw him on TV.
And in the house that he built, there’s a tribute to his number three.
It was series after series.
All the bookies have their theories,
Parsing records and statistics,
Charting sinker ball ballistics,
But in the end, most everyone agrees:
He never had to play the N*gro Leagues.
It's early, as I enjoy my coffee this morning
Birds are chirping, as I hear a blue jays warning
I look outside and see a young red breasted robin
He's Jumping and dancing, his head’s busy bobbin
Goldfinches appear in their bright spring yellow
Chirping, singing their songs sweet and mellow
A pair of red cardinals land and take the show
They’re always together no matter where they go
I decide to take my coffee and go outside
Watching all the songbirds soon scatter and hide
I relax in my chair, smelling sweet lilac blooms
One of my favorite scented spring perfumes
A Baltimore oriole appears on the fence
His black and orange feathers are still and tense
A blue Jay swoops down and lands on the ground
He looks at me, then peculiarly looks around
He takes off quickly, lands in a nearby tree
The oriole is now feeding, chirping with glee
I need to go in now, and get ready for my day
I enjoyed my morning watching spring birds play
4/25/2020
Contest: Spring Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
(Syllables checked on Howmanysyllables.com and rhymes checked with rhymezone)
It is time for them to run
In the Jersey Shore tourist sun
Continuing their three-year-old campaign
Feeling the warmth of youthful fame
Before being sent out to be studs
And replaced by next year’s Kentucky rose buds
Haskell Day is here
Patrons arrive looking for some hugging and cheer
Complimentary hats, losing tickets and a tear
From Sinatra to Springsteen
Thoroughbred adolescents with a celebrity dream
Four legged athletes maturing fast
Experience a tradition steeped in the twin river community past
Historically owners once took on the NFL with an AFL fight
Wearing track colors green and white
Phil, Sonny and sparkly clean Leon pumping gas named Hess
They played Orange Super Bowl chess
Making the Colts confess
Then welcomed Baltimore
Saying ‘let the Giant Washington team show you the door’
When the leagues got married
Suddenly networks wanted games to carry
Donnie Mc Beth, Craig Peret and Julie Krone
Someone may want to get the press and ledger on the phone
This is going to be some race
Media may want to give the finish line photo some space
Distanced at a mile and eight
Curved turns and stretches where they run straight
In the end
Winners and losers head over to reporters to defend
Applause rings out
Congratulations are shout
Exceptionally large ponies get sponge baths
Picture taken with smiles and laughs
Soon night life will arrive
Crowds leave dining options they do cry
Prime rib featured inside the Squire’s Pub
Or a boardwalk hot dog grilled by Mrs. Max’s counter hub
No racing tomorrow
Is no horror
Since it is sun day
Ocean beach time is what they say
Surf Rider or Ship Ahoy
Trade wind clubbing a Garden State joy
Direction's do state across the street from the Sea Bright Rum Runner
And perfect together during a Monmouth Park seasonal summer
Oh say can you see blood soaked
Baltimore reeking of falsified documents
blood soaked levies oh say can you see
corruption over board Atta Mohammed
and Bin Laden brought to trial on this land
oh say can you see veterans crying while
domestic abusers dine in Caribbean pajamas
oh say can you see our beautiful flag torn
tatters lifted rasing all doubt as truth balance
gravity a surety of peace no organized crime
could ever devour with falsified documents
orchestrated to assist abusers and target
the victims of domestic violence oh say can
you see Francis Scott Key galloping over the
bridge chanting the red coats are coat they
came dear and falsified documents data breach
to harm disabled veterans and their families
waarheid thee uncharted endeavor of fraud and
waste have mercy on us and on the whole world.
And our Flag was still There .
Should have read the fine print when I ordered my Thai bride
My doorbell rang, there she stood, said "Can I come inside ?"
"Come in" I said, "I'll take your bag and would you like some tea ?"
" Yes please" she said " But please kind sir could you make that three ?"
She saw my puzzled look and thought she'd better explain to me
"On Thai Bride Dot Com, you order one and you get two free
When you place your order, It isn't only me
You also get a mother in-law and my old granny".
Rice and fish is all we ate for breakfast, dinner and tea
I did detest, tried to protest but they just laughed at me
They loved to shop and sight see in my hometown, Baltimore
On our return they'd rush for seats and I'd end up on the floor.
Night was worse, four in a bed, it was quite a squeeze
I couldn't sleep, scratched all night, one of them had fleas
I shouda read the fine print, wanted a bride not family
Life was hell, they drove me mad ,I knew i had to flee.
I was heading for a breakdown or worse I'd end up dead
And as I lay in bed one night an idea came in my head
Next day before the sun was up I fled and left the scene
I'm going to sign up for twenty years as a U.S. marine.
Written on 30th Of January 2018
The US President is everywhere and everything, it seems
At least he is, in his Walter Mitty-like dreams
Racing to Ground Zero the very next day
Just as false as his appointment to the US Naval Academy
The great man saw the bridge in Pittsburgh collapse
Since he wasn't there, it must have been on his app
Said he was born where his grandpa died in Baltimore
Though Joe was born in Pennsylvania, if you're keeping score
Claimed to be an activist in the civil rights movement in the sixties
Well, he WAS a lifeguard at a segregated pool down in Dixie
Bragged that he cut the Federal Deficit by $1.7 trillion
As it actually increased by $10 trillion, that's almost a zillion!
And, of course, he taught 'Political Theory' for four years at the U. of Penn
Just like he was right there with Daniel in the Lions' den...
I'd like to see old Giapetto create a 'Pinocchio-Joe Biden' puppet
With a twelve-foot long carrot for a nose to stuff it
BROKEN ROAD LED ME TO IFE (LOVE)
She was the broken road
that led me straight to you.
SHE:
Laurel Baltimore rave about this road
like a lullaby, country music or an ode;
Smooth-sailing, beautifully appealing,
Firmly charming, endowed & stunning;
Credibly accepted and reverend,
She's the road I thought has no end,
The wise road endorsed by my family,
hoping me and her would live happily,
even the heavens didn't stop me
from threading this road for free,
Wind of confirmations breezed in
from all & sundry,
Our paths crossed, progressively but not in a hurry.
The words of wisdom offered me Wisdom
but verily verily Wisdom will fail you
where Ife (Love) wouldn't but lift you.
She is the broken road that left her toil,
abandoned her garden, cut short her own joy,
Spill her own alabaster box of oil
and wasted her sweat on the cushion of my heart,
even though she played her part
but never staying to enjoy her labour
and witness the edifice of God's favor.
She is the broken road that broke up from me,
But I'd be far gone with Ife (Love) when she can finally see.
YOU:
God bless the broken road
that led me straight to you.
Equation solved: broken road sums-up my Ex
but thank God, Love, you're my next,
my forever & ever when & wherever;
Yes, I am not the blossoming best lover
but I will be your best-ever-after forever.
You came to me after the road of recovery
all b'cos of Ifeoluwa toh koja oye
(Love of God that passes all understanding).
God bless the broken road
that led me straight to you.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright© 31st Jan. - 14th Feb, 2021.
Did the belt? Get its way?
Wearing the pants of those who earn, just enough pay
Commander should want to know
Since dropping programs is a no go
Stated from an image that used to be a spear
Controlling those inner circle cheers
Enjoying a Miller Busch beer
Once again red skin sometimes burned
Trying to learn
How to use the tanning bed
Playing with the voter's head
Mailing it in, using Fed Ex
Many gave RFK Stadium, a gut check
Finding much decay
Washington could not play
And with the colts gone
Northern harbor city needed a new dawn
The Raven chapter was written
Poe ghost was smitten
This idea is most fitten
Author spirit did concur
Wanting the haunting message to be heard
About this dirty bird
Who could make a stir
When the powers that be
Have a late luncheon tea
To discuss a reason
Why both should not have a successful season
Since two hundred fifty years ago
There were numerous Poes
Who were just average Joes
Challenging the King
And his crowning aristocratic bling
Until blood was shed
And people were dead
Tonight
When DC and Baltimore stage this fight
Remember poems can spin a tale
That could catch the rhythmic sail
And become an anthem
Of one poetic phantom
Named Poe
Who you all know?
Since he took things to the grave
Being brave
Speaking his mind
Only making a few dimes
Unlike the Washington Times
Who love the moon
And its galactic enchanting swoon
Where the wolf's howl
When the commander's scowl
Turning men into beasts
Making them tackle in peace
Not allowing anyone to die
Due to a miscommunication lie
Which could result in lives saying goodbye
Lets play this football game
And remember the name
Who passed in shame
Drunk
As a skunk
And should be warning to the rookie sleeping in the top bunk
It is not nice to hurl
On the first ladies pearls
You are not getting any referral
Earl
Instead, a yellow flag
Replacing a body bag
And upon another review
That is honestly pretty cool
I promise I would be a good girl when I go out into the world, I promise to stay out of trouble and return home in a hurry. I promised never to play in the street or walk barefoot, I promise I would stay in school and complete the semester and when the climate changed, I promise to graduate and study at the university.
It’s seems like yesterday when I utter such word when I was at play. I was thirteen and you were thirty-three and I always looked up to thee. You have always encouraged me to hold my head high and never look into ground that hold the dust of shame to its core, and the molten lava spewing through the hole and entering the spot where the disgraced soldier, conceptualize the plot.
I can still hear those words ringing in my ears as I walk the path that everyone fears, it is the moment of truth that is embedded in my youth and the ordeal I encountered on life’s journey comes back to remind me.
I could tell from the start that you are a heart breaker and the season come to remind me that the fault is within me and love is my destiny; when the autumn is done and winter comes along and the snow starts falling, it will fill the lakes and the trees, the ocean and sea and you will come and dance with me.
We will do the river dance on the roof and do the fire dance in a circle, then we will roll in the snow and touch each other dignity, and Boston and Richmond will come alive, Baltimore and Washington DC will take the dive, but New York and Philadelphia will ride out the snowstorm.
It seems like yesterday the climate changed and the clouds start fading away. I stood on those very steps and recited the whole chapter, I stood on that step and grasp every living character, I remember how you cast your eyeballs at me and how the mountain shook beneath the sea when you said, “will you marry me?”
“I am only thirteen, “she said, and I cannot lie in that big bed, “Yes I will marry you,” she replied, she held breath for a while and look on every side and you were still standing looking at her; then a gust of wind came, and you suddenly disappeared, and I stood on the step gazing at the wind.
The daughter's promise was fulfilled, and they walk boldly up the hill after thirty-three years in the making the universe had their blessing, the evidence is in the wind and you can hear it when you are still, winter is chiming in.
“The New York Times” was this group’s original name.
Within two years, they were garnering fame.
Two women and three men sang in wonderful harmony
in clubs around Baltimore and Washington, DC.
Mama Cass Elliott was noted for their discovery.
She often joined them in a Mamas and Papas medley.
As their popularity continued to grow,
this group changed its name to “The Peppermint Rainbow”.
They were signed to the record label known as “Decca”.
Their first and only album was produced by Paul Leka.
The group’s one big hit was penned by Al Kasha.
The title to this 1968 hit was “Will You Be Staying After Sunday”.
This song went high up the charts in its day.
Although this gang is no longer around,
we can still hear their sunshine pop sound.
Thanks to wikipedia.org online encyclopedia and all music.com for information I obtained to write this poem.