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Round Mudville Market, foul air was omnipresent
butchers rent fowls’ necks to make tenant's rent,
the scene that was seen was most unpleasant.
As sunset fell, we watched through evening light,
as Casey mighty Casey held his stout bat tight
while striving poet searches to right words write.
Seems a southpaw would tear up bravado's montage
Casey’s legend scorched by unknown pitcher’s flamage
and tears like diamonds sluice down his visage
As darkness gathers, a lone bat flits round diamond site
with Casey wiff, the bleacher rift, for sure a sorry sight
as we quaff stout, raise glasses high, E. Thayer's tale recite.
I HAVE TO GET SOME EARLY SLEEP
FOR TOMORROWS GAME
I HAVE TO FACE THAT NOLAN RYAN
HE THROWS SMOKE AND FLAME
YOU HAVE TO PAY ATTENTION
RYAN DON'T MESS AROUND
HE'S BEEN KNOWN TO STRIKE ME OUT
WHEN HE'S ON THE MOUND
HE HAS A FLAMING FASTBALL
YET I CAN GET AROUND
IF HE LEAVES IT UP A BIT
I'LL TAKE THAT PITCH DOWNTOWN
HE HAS A BIG ADVANTAGE
A WICKED BREAKING BALL
I'VE SEEN SO MANY STAND THERE
BAFFLED BY THE CALL
IT TRULY IS A BEAUTY
THE WAY IT SWEEPS ACROSS THE PLATE
SOMETHING LIKE HIS FASTBALL
YOU SWING AND ITS TOO LATE
OPPOSITE WITH HIS CHANGE-UP
YOU'LL BE WAY OUT FRONT
IF YOU WANT TO PISS HIM OFF
GO AHEAD AND BUNT
I KNOW I'M REGGIE JACKSON
NOLAN RYAN IS THE MAN
TRY TO KEEP YOUR EYES OPEN
MAKE CONTACT IF YOU CAN
JULY 13,1979 REGGIE JACKSON BROKE UP A NOLAN RYAN NO HITTER, 2 OUTS BOTTOM OF THE NINTH
I hear her voice as i'm moving through her various chambers
Untill I'm caught and pulled in by her intrinsic lies
The Truth she loves to uphold
Yet she’s not sure if it really changes lives
She loves the feel of warm candle wax on her skin
And the feel of sandalwood underneath her feet
Many attempts have been made upon her fortress but to no avail
Yet a commoner is safe inside
Her son is The Kings trusted servant
Amongst the villagers he known as Klaiver
But amongst his men is his called “ He who walks with Assassins “
Even the King knows his name
Even the King calls him his very own friend
They betrayed him once
And they won’t ever do that again
Come sit by the fire... let's reminisce
About this and that, about life and love
Watching a robin take its first flight
Or a squirrel scurrying up a tree
The sun coming out from behind the clouds
The gentle breeze blowing the leaves in fall
The gentle snow flakes softly falling in winter
Covering the ground like a warm blanket
Or is it the laughter of a baby
The purring of a kitten
The sound of cows mooing in the field
The twinkling stars on a warm summer's eve
A shooting star
The hum of the city
Which tells us we're one of many
Enjoying life on this amazing planet of ours
The roar of a jet engine
Taking people away on a happy vacation
The sound of a marching band
The smile on the cashiers face
As she wishes you a great day
So many images throughout life
Remind us how amazing it is to be alive
To experience these simple pleasures
To conjure up these amazing vignettes
Of the wonders we see and feel every day
I still remember my very first day at school
That was seventy-three years ago
But it's just like it was yesterday
Attending my very first baseball game
And none other than Jackie Robinson
Playing second base for the Montreal Royals
In his very first professional game
I could go on and on but as I age
My memory is not as reliable as it once was
Memories are wonderful to try to hold on to
To look back on a life filled with happiness and joy
Of course, there were some sad times
But they were far outnumbered
By just the simple pleasures we all experience
My life was amazing!
© Jack Ellison 2014
I rose from bed this morning at 4am and shortly thereafter I opened The front
door and window. That's when I saw September waiting for me
And I gladly said hi. She then waved to me out of the eastern sky.
One can easily tell that September comes from noble stock even though she
Is a bit shy. I anticipate her coming every year, and I tell you no lie when
I say, "There's just something special about September" . She even brought
Rain drops this week to my area of the country where it's been so dry.
Just now, I feel the sweet breeze-that breath of her gentle and refreshing
Air like a dispatch of angels.
Ah September, there are things of beauty about her that are incredibly unforgetable. Ah September, I love the thanksgiving celebrations of November and what's not to like about December, but neither of the two nor the other
Nine come close to moving me quite like September.
I suspect her God and mine
Must have paused at summer's end and decided to build a bridge to
Shuttle us into the winter season. Ah September. If I could sing and make melodies,
I would spend 30 days making tunes of her. Ah September. I never learned to dance, but if I could, I would swing with her both night and day until every second of her has flown away. 091819cjPoSoup
With almost no delay or hesitation,
My friend and I climbed high over the wall.
Our burden was light, as we were armed
Only with our gloves, a bat, and a ball.
Landing back on earth I was blinded by
This amazing field of grass so green.
In fact, that backyard lawn was greener
Than any other lawn I've ever seen!
Then running around like kids do... a
Couple of future 'big leaguers' laughing & playing.
Soon enough, the day's warmth interrupted,
By a tray of lemonade, our thirst slaying.
Then without any warning, we were invited into
The home, just for what was called, 'a quick tour'.
Once inside, I felt the 'baseball gods' beckon
From Valhalla, of that much, I was sure.
I was awestruck to see and touch all the baseball
Memorabilia, gathered from a lifetime's love of the game.
It gave my young life new meaning and direction-
To play our 'national pastime', for joy, not fortune or fame.
This visit through history will always be with me,
Having sculpted much of my life along the way.
And if I live to be a hundred and fifty...
Maybe that's God's version, of a double-play.
I look out the window at the tree
in the back yard next door
just behind a small yellow house.
Its crown is still green, but I
know leaves will fall.
A dump truck
with a flashing yellow strobe
crawls along the side street
as a city worker looks
for cracks in the asphalt.
And the neighbor’s pickup
has been gone since last week.
He said in passing one day
he didn’t know if his lease
would be renewed.
I figure that’s the way it is—
people move into the house
and are gone before I have
the chance to know them
as they grow into their lives.
And the city—
it is living and dying
even now, forty years after
the tractor factory closed.
Locals in the neighborhood
bar downtown still gather
watch football or baseball
and commiserate—
but even someone new
is greeted as a friend.
And I’m back in town
to stay after four years
of working with construction
crews in five different states.
Two darkened windows
of the quiet house gaze
across the front yard, ghosting
the lives of those who have
come and gone.
I said I ain't been on no bike
He said, 'Well, there it is.'
Premature baldness and popcorn muscles
I told him I got a B in History
He said, 'What a life you're gonna have.'
This is what I'm paying for
Man hugs and comic sans garage dweller
As I lay in bed on my side
With the book open next to my eyeball
Country music in one ear
Chewing three pieces of gum simultaneously
Offering extra strong mints to friends
I am inside a wooden nesting doll
The windscreen is frozen over
I am a dog looking out the driver's window
A constant expression of weariness
He wants to see me again in a month
He asks for a mint as I leave
I ask reception for a shovel to dig to
Disappointment Island
Come sit by the fire... let's reminisce
About this and that, about what makes us sing
Watching a robin take its first flight
Or a squirrel scurrying up a tree
The sun coming out from behind the clouds
The gentle breeze blowing the leaves in autumn
The gentle snow flakes softly falling in winter
Covering the ground like a warm blanket
Or is it the laughter of a baby
The purring of a kitten
The sound of cows mooing in the field
The twinkling stars on a warm summer's eve
A shooting star
The hum of the city
Which tells us we're one of many
Enjoying life on this amazing planet of ours
The roar of a jet engine
Taking people away on a happy vacation
The sound of a marching band
The smile on the cashiers face
As she wishes you to have a great day
So many images throughout life
Remind us how amazing it is to be alive
To experience these simple pleasures
To conjure up these amazing vignettes
Of the wonders we see and feel every day
I still remember my very first day at school
That was eighty years ago
But it's just like it was yesterday
Attending my very first baseball game
And none other than Jackie Robinson
Playing second base for the Montreal Royals
In his very first professional game
I could go on and on but as I age
My memory is not as reliable as it once was
Memories are wonderful to try to hold on to
To look back on a life filled with happiness and joy
Of course, there were some sad times
But they were far outnumbered
By just the simple pleasures we all experience
My life has been amazing!
Hillary drives a vehicle to the south pole,
Gibson gives us the Flying V.
In football we can now score an extra two points,
and Legos blocks first hit the street.
50 inches of snow on Mason Dixon line,
no one makes baseball’s Hall of Fame.
This new Velcro stuff will hold on to things just fine,
Alaska is newest state name.
Faulkner calls public schools “future babysitters”,
“Volare” named song of the year.
Eisenhower’s world broadcast comes to us from space,
his message is heard loud and clear.
Women in the UK serve in the House of Lords,
there’s moving sidewalks in Texas.
Explorer I hits space, but II is a big dud,
Ted Williams spits in fan’s faces.
In Russia, Laika’s body meets a fiery end,
when Sputnik II falls with a blaze.
Bank of America sends out their credit cards,
causing a new kind of world craze.
9000 scientists call for nuclear ban,
we test 100 times this year.
Nuclear bomb can fall on a house in Morse Bluff,
but baseball players must wear protective gear.
Vanguard I is the first to measures the Earth’s shape,
Sugar Ray is now five-time champ.
George joins Paul and John to create the Quarrymen,
Elvis Presley goes to boot camp.
NASA is created to run new moon program,
Clif Notes now used in the high school.
Alan Freed gets kicked off the job up in Boston,
The Smurfs make their TV Debut.
Eddie Arcaro rides his 4000th winner,
‘Catch a Falling Star’ turns to gold.
Boris Pasternak refuses his Nobel Prize,
the Khrushchev reign starts to take hold.
An F-104 flies to record altitude,
at speeds that have never been seen.
Seawolf remains below the Artic pole longer,
than anyone has ever been.
After 26 years the stamp goes up one cent,
Huckelberry is the new TV star.
Syria and Egypt decided to unite,
Nasser heads the new U.A.R.
The world is moving along at such breakneck speed,
it’s hard to know what’s going on.
Meanwhile I’m still here in Wakenda Missouri,
crawling in diapers out on the lawn.