Long Bowler Poems
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Welcome to Gutter Ball Saloon
Where careful words waft through the tavern;
Serpentine swirls with evil intentions.
Watch your step and pocketbook.
Observe the chap in the derby hat.
No, the other one.
No, the other one…with the honeycomb vest.
That singular sap is one of kind.
Or one of ten; a soldier-still pin at full attention
Standing in formation on the glossy maple
Eager to be wrecked, toppled head-over-heels.
Spare.
He’s been gassed, you see.
Some fancy bouquet of honey perfume
Mingled with cheap cigars and one too many.
He’s feeling lucky and takes a gamble.
Throws in his hand and a couple of dice for good measure.
Snake eyes!
Just look at that dame.
Her dark velvet accentuated physique
Candy apple lips that drip pearls
A string of words she drapes about his neck
Intoxicatingly beautiful.
The phrasing…and she’s a bit of a looker too.
A real up-and-comer with a knack for bowling.
Spare.
A quick spritz and yank of the string.
I dare you to look away.
He’s choking…but of course he is.
He never had a chance in that bowler hat.
Just look at those red cheeks.
Flush.
She’s got him by the balls.
Snake eyes.
Now if you’ll look closely…
I’ve got your wallet.
Strike!
4/26/15
I like the sound these funny shoes
make slapping on the wood,
I’m no league-bowler, that’s for sure,
but most folks say I’m good.
My buds and I meet here sometimes
to bowl a couple frames,
which mostly means beer and nachos,
a break to keep us sane.
The kids are off at the arcade,
and yes, they still have one,
playing games that I have to say
were old when I was young.
Bob is probably the best of us,
rolled a 280 once,
while Edgar truly stinks at it,
but plays just for the fun.
The balls always give me trouble,
holes too big or too small,
some seem like they’re drilled for children,
fingers don’t fit at all!
When we star we’re still competent,
bring in the strikes and spaces,
but the beer brings some gutter-balls,
at least they’re done with flair.
Thank God our wives can drive us home,
they’re up in the case,
gossiping about this and that
in their usual way.
May not be the crazy night life
they promote on TC,
but there’s good reason we have so
many bowling alleys.
67 years 8 months, you are now of age
What achievements have you to gage
Married twice children there are four
What legacy is left as you walk out the door
Bowler. Firefighter, part time clown
Carpenter, DPW worker, man with a frown
Wonderful daughter, 2 boys and one stepson
To most this would be a lottery won
A failed engagement, divorce, a marriage of 41 years
Look back on my life, bring on the tears
Take a good long look and you clearly see
sixty-seven years, not where you thought you’d be
Clock counting down, retirement looms
A new chapter in life about to bloom
Pension set, financially sound
Damn I am not ready to just sit around
In the year 1989,
A long time ago!
I heard Sachin smash Qadir,
On the radio!
Test Cricket,
Was the name of the game!
I knew instantly,
Cricket would never be the same!
In complete humility,
He graced the field!
His sound batting prowess,
Made every bowler yield!
He conquered every record,
He’s the only King!
Not just a cricketer,
But a lovely human being!
He is the Master,
Who blasted away to fame!
Sachin Ramesh Tendulkar,
Is his famous name!
I have always prayed,
That he wins me the Cup!
India was blessed to see my Idol,
Lift the 2011 World Cup!
Dedicated to: SACHIN RAMESH TENDULKAR....My Icon, my idol, who inspires awe worldwide
and patriotism in countless number of Indians! My Country was indeed blessed enough to
see him lift the 2011 Cricket World Cup...:-)
What If There Was No Tomorrow? - The Polar Ice ‘Cap’
- this time it’s burnt and curled upon a new head. The
sweet smoke of his sugarloaf effigy black as night,
surrounded by a material red trim, below Parliament houses
blows political greed into fiery smouldering smithereens –
then it floated and landed after years, drifting, onto
the crown of a man: a business man portraying
wealth and class; here it sat above suit and below sun. The
American dream swirled with scotch and the tip of a bowler,
only for the same piece (restyled of coursed) to later sell for
pounds to make the pupils of any impoverished person pop:
his Hamburg with a knowing dent in back, how it span and
spun from black to grey and back again around Hill’s peak
to be dyed again and tilted just so. Now it’s pillbox pink and a knitted
O of a name/shape-sake that covers her head where her husband
had a target upon his. Watermelon-pink colour dye actually: the very
same fruit palette of brain cradled in her hands at high speed.
This latest star attraction of Burgdorf’s no doubt was, decades
prior, nothing but a mix of lifeless green and sludge brown from
grass and cud - metallic dead daises ducking over No Man’s
Land. A Brodie: styled on a not-yet-pulled pin grenade atop
beads of sparkling sweat, dripping slipping salt where now
a pedal controlled sewing machine stabs and pins sequins into
veils that hide brides with (it must be said) the same success
that protected Fawkes’ Plot or Churchill’s reputation or
Jackie’s husband and the slaughtered soldiers’ skulls - but
still the accessories twist into fascinators fancy enough for
mothers to weep below, only to find the box dish or bow
to be knocked akilter during the traditional bouquet mad
dash - then up – up – up! into the air before landing anew,
refreshed as a Gatsby or Hijab, perhaps a Trilby or Zucchetto;
better yet, the Boater or Sailor we’ll need when the hat that covers
all our heads smoulders and peaks when next dented and melted: a
loose grenade we can’t be veiled from, nor refashioned nor restyled
when the next season’s must have
will be a copper and bolt
protective Diving Mask
for the drowning tomorrow
from The Polar Ice 'Cap'.
vaudeville stepped off the stage
and leapt into the living room
with hot topic-tuned antenna views
shy ventriloquists turned from radio
to television with a vision to be seen
juggling with eye-catching
candle-, duck-, and ten-, pins
off the bowler skids in aerial suspension
abracadabra handlers saw their guests -
half of them enjoyed their shows
hats and canes spinning, shoes tapping
all the old variety - hosts rolling eyes
acrobats rose above them all -
the fall guys, the masters of the skies
Marx, Burns, Allen, Fields, Benny
broke their audience records
showcase of holidays and war
in time with comedy and lyrics
The good old daze
replaced by supersonic, telephonic-cell
(the farmer in the dell throws down his pitchfork
to watch)
to hock back the latest, greatest craze
of series, not to purge, but to binge
staying carefully away from Burnett, Sonny and Cher,
Donny and Marie, and Ed.
drooping eyes spring glasses,
a glass of red or white…
elsewhere, the hypothalamus of the kids,
impacted by Squiddy, Stampy and CaptainSparklez
5/25/2023
LEGEND
Humourous pretty pageant
Glamorous majestic pleasant
Macrocosm of circus :
Fun and stunt on focus .
Comical pose - postures !
Witty whimsy gestures !
Sweet short speechless man
acting on tricky plan,
performing mischievous,
playing pranks oblivious.
Swift prompt cheerful chap,
demanding delightful clap.
Moustache butterfly,
feigning as if shy.
Thin lips always pressed,
bowler hat to impress.
cute cane in hand
like a clown to stand.
Conjuring jugglery,
ensuing mockery.
Sarcastic ! silent !
Enchanting movement.
A Star International .
Simply Exceptional.
Great Charlie Chaplin
Hearts of all to win.
Stands at end :
A Legend.
*Image of John Madden by Oakland News Now.
John Madden RIP
As an offensive linesman forms profession,
Complimenting Raiders pro football coach,
Relating coaching and playing no question,
At every game, there's a diverse approach,
After his heyday years on the field, to cam,
A front-page kinda guy, sporting the news,
His behind the cam persona clearly amuse,
Hectic tit-for-tat lifelike catchphrases bam,
Commercials, sportscasting purged midlife,
I personally knew him in his career highlife,
He knows the playbook, immortalized rock,
'Twas a subject of intrigue, animated stock,
Ere Constitution, the Word in his interviews,
It's nineteen seventy-seven Raiders streak,
Twelve consecutive victories Super Bowler,
Oakland Airport Hilton, the Raiders quarter,
As Hospitality Aficionado I smile and greet,
But now, twelve-year his calling as a coach,
Making Raiders fans proud, as all encroach,
We pay homage to the man giant than men,
A football player, coach, TV persona, friend.
2022 January 23
A friend had asked me if I'd attend her father's funeral.
He was a man that I'd never met.
Everyone who ever cared about him
was briefly under one roof.
Crammed into one small room.
He, in turn, crammed into a box.
A box within a box within a box.
As I knelt and looked into his box.
I thought of things that his eighty-year-old heart
must have gone through.
The many sparkles and all the blues.
I thought about the few million miles he walked
from here to there and back again.
To provide for his kin.
I thought about what kind of man he was.
The room was filled with much grief.
So, I assumed he must have been kind and decent.
But you never can tell.
Since I didn't know him
I felt somewhat indifferent...
Though I tried to match
the ripples of grief in the room
I was an outsider and just couldn't.
Until I saw the small bowling trophy.
Tucked in tight beside him....
That's when a little ripple settled in.
After his long earthly journey...
he'd be leaving with two things.
A ring and a small bowling trophy.
I suddenly felt like a longtime friend.
Joe the husband and family man.
Joe the provider
Joe the bowler.
Joe the loved.
Joe the dearly missed
My friend Joe.
R.I.P.
https://youtu.be/A7NzFzy7_NE
Accept the challenges so that you can feel the exhilaration of victory.
Satisfaction lies in the effort, not in the attainment, full effort is full victory.
Cricket now is definitely a professional team sport.
The World Cup is a very important way to measure the good players, and the great ones. It is a test of a great player.
We have a great sense of togetherness. It is our team spirit that has taken us to this World Cup.
The World Cup is not just a great global sporting event, it is also inscribed with much deeper cultural and political importance.
The beauty of the World Cup is that while thirty-two countries get to cheer for their respective teams, the event also affirms a global pluralism - it is as much a festival of cultural multiplicity as it is a competition featuring some of the best athletes in the world.
Cricket is a most precarious profession; it is called a team game but, in fact, no one is so lonely as a batsman facing a bowler supported by ten fieldsmen and observed by two umpires to ensure that his error does not go unpunished.
The world is coming down
the flags of the winning country are up.
who wanna be no.1
who's gonna take up the world cup.
who will it be,
who'll be king,
it's once in a lifetime chance.
who'll rule the world.
gotta see who rule the world.
If you believe in yourself and have dedication and pride - and never quit, you'll be a winner. The price of victory is high but so are the rewards.
By Miss Aliza Kashmala Kiran.