Long Club Poems
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Corbel vaulted said the bubbly flute
Only newbies take the ladders and chutes
Dash & stash the HatSheps suit!
Thirty three feet and a forty, on the one.
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The Muse started playing to the DJ’Stone
and Jo said to Mo, please, let me cum in?
I’ll step aLong Lightly the Rivers way
aSwan is swimming in the bright of day
Two little statues sitting in the shade
Then four came too and a six was made
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Set !n Her temple and named on her street
the woman turned saying, she likes her Scotch neat.
:)
Club Soda with your drink?
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I’mAHopeTech… and I built it said the Pink.Pant, it’s Her…lol!
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Dasher said the dancer is Nasher the romancer?
My mind sublime as a girl in her rhyme do know
Said a voice from the .. where did he go?
Rolls to Shadow, I’m sure I’m dreaming again…
Form:
At the age of 17 Ian broke his back,
In a motorbike accident, had rehab,
He then worked for a w/c company,
Who showed him w/c basketball fab.
For 3 years he played in the club,
Of the Sheffield Steelers, and then,
He transferred to the Tameside Owls,
To join the British team of deft men.
In 2009 at the European Champs,
Ian and team won the bronze, Turkey,
And then in Israel at more Europeans,
,2011, the team collected gold monkey.
In 2013 at the Europeans in Frankfurt,
The basketball team won the lush gold,
Then in 2015 in Worcester, East Sussex,
He rolled his team into another gold.
So when Rio came they were ready,
And took the bronze from Turkey, 82-76,
Ian was born in Barnsley a 3 pointer,
On the 29th March 1982, quick sticks.
Do you make sure to tap all the dirt from your spikes with your bat,
even if it takes two full-length TV time-outs for you to do so?
Do you cross yourself once, twice, thrice,
or perhaps fidget and fiddle with the letters on your uniform,
no matter that they're sewn on so tightly that Superman himself couldn't
budge 'em?
Do you rub your hands together vigorously enough to make 'em bleed,
perhaps because you've just spit into them in the on-deck circle?
Do you take myriad cumbersome practice swings with three weighted bats,
flinging them aside to wave the feathery club remaining menacingly as you
turn to face the pitcher?
Do you dance and prance to some hip melody, like an apprentice snake-
charmer, as you approach the plate, inviting fans to heap trashloads of scorn and abuse on the batting helmet perched atop your fashionably overlong hair?
Or do you stride to the plate purposefully without all of that fussing and
fumbling, or all that commotion, to focus on doing what batters have
historically tried to do, which is to hit the tarnation out of that little round
ball zooming toward them at upwards of 90 m.p.h?
---Well, if that's what you do, then I am sure you're not a major-league player:
They earn their $4.5 million annual paychecks by doing
all that other stuff.
Is this the weekend, by the way?
(I always think it’s Saturday!)
Load the kids up in the car –
country club (I hit the spa:
hand the kids to gay Adolphe –
calisthenics, crazy golf).
I spoil myself – it helps the stress –
the kids are having fun (I guess).
Fox News Tom Cruise
No Jews designer shoes.
Rufe’s so square, a diplodocus:
the kids will always be my focus.
Everybody needs a break
(we’re human too, for goodness’ sake).
We just do the normal things:
cabin in Borrego Springs,
week in Vegas, see the shows,
birthday dinner (Kiriko’s):
never noodles, only sushi
(table used by John Belushi) –
private beach in old La Jolla
(Rufe knows someone, bigshot lawyer):
cocktail bar, upholstered loungers
(razor wire keeps out the scroungers).
Juan’s the poolboy. My help’s Auxi
(Juanito’s neat, and Auxi’s mousey).
Wears my cast-offs, lives on chilli –
keeps her pay from getting silly.
Neither’s legal – which is good:
they stay grateful, like they should.
Minimum wage would tie a noose to it:
anyhow, they’re plenty used to it.
She breastfeeds, Juanito hustles
(fine-boned body, high-toned muscles).
He’s moonlighting, pumping gas
in San Diego, humping ass.
Rufe’s no idea what good taste is.
Parties with them friends of his.
I can’t stand them business folks –
Steaks and beers and dirty jokes.
I won’t go to meets or meals
if I can’t wear my strapless heels
and backless dress (Yves St Lauren)
it’s not about impressing men
(who cares what they think?) – it’s the wives
it matters what a woman drives
who fixed her hair. What’s Satan’s curse?
To show up toting last month’s purse.
David started playing table tennis,
At the age of ten in his local club,
Where his dad worked as a coach,
And where his brother played him.
He was born with a bone disorder,
Rare Multiple Epiphyseal Dysplasia,
And is a graduate of Sheffield Uni,
In Biological Chemistry medical.
He attended Beijing and London,
And won many medals in 2014,
In Italy, Slovenia and Slovakia,
And in Romania 2015 gold, silver.
Then the Euros in Vejle, Denmark,
And David won singles and team,
Bronze, and then in Lignano 2016,
David won bronze and team silver.
In Rio he made the quarter finals,
And was born in Torpoint, Cornwall,
Just before Christmas time in 1989 -
He lives and he trains in Sheffield.
Flora lives next door to Merlin Mouse
He is best friends with Bill O'Grouse,
They were invited to come to tea
One plus one and Miss Flora Flea.
Paw Dog and Crew Cat from number ten,
Passed Mrs Cluck the plump brown hen.
They kindly invited Mrs Cluck to tea
Two plus two and Miss Flora Flea.
The hen had laid six large eggs,
Carried in a basket by Rooster Reg.
He too was invited by Mrs Cluck
Both saw and invited Miss Deirdre Duck.
Phoebe Parrot swiftly flew in
Ray Rabbit brought his violin.
Their invites came from Benjamin
Who suddenly declared "Let the tea party begin".
Crew cat and Paw dog were together invited,
By Bob Robin; the three were very excited.
But who had invited Flora and Bob Robin to tea?
It was Squire Squirrel who lives at Three Oak Tree.
How many were invited to come to tea?
How many were very excited was it two or three?
Can you add the numbers written all the way through?
You are warmly welcome to the Counting Club Crew.
When you have finished please do tell everyone
To share in the counting and share in the fun.
There is room for all, invite your friends too
Sharing many journeys with fun counting to do.
02.06.22
"Diamond Light"
Downy soft
Love Light sharply glistens diamond prisms
from rainbow's seven colours, in each colour a meaning
imparts a visitation message from fallen angel off a gosling’s wing
A mother whispers secret stories
A child cries silently and remembers everything
In unread chapters
LOVE, is a strong army that loyally delivers Truth's reckoning
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
gvlm/llb
https://youtu.be/27c3JaZq4_c
“Unmade”/Thom Yorke
“The old woman remembered a swan she had bought many years ago in Shanghai for a foolish sum. "This bird", boasted the market vendor, "was once a duck that stretched its neck in hopes of becoming a goose. And now look, it is too beautiful to eat!" Then the woman and the swan sailed across an ocean many thousands of lei wide, stretching their necks toward America. On her journey, she cooed to the swan, "In America, I will have a daughter just like me. But over there, nobody will say her worth is measured by the loudness of her husband's belch. Over there, nobody will look down on her because I will make her speak only perfect American English. And over there, she will always be too full to swallow any sorrow. She will know my meaning because I will give her this swan, a creature that became more than what was hoped for." But when she arrived in the new country the immigration officials pulled the swan away from her, leaving the woman fluttering her arms and with only one swan feather for a memory. For a long time now, the woman had wanted to give her daughter the single swan feather and tell her; "This feather may look worthless, but it comes from afar and carries with it all my good intentions."
The Joy Luck Club
People join together to be part of something bigger;
Working next to others can infuse our veins with vigor.
Keeping to yourself is fine, but then you are deprived
Of camaraderie, which gets our eagerness revived.
A book club or a quilting class, the army or marines,
The P.T.A. or Rotary or pool league that convenes,
A dating site or any place our numbers make us strong;
It’s fun to flock with others, well-aware we do belong.
We sign our names or pay our dues or even make a pledge
That we will follow all the rules; our bets we will not hedge.
And then we proudly claim to be a member of the tribe,
Adherent of the practices to which they do subscribe.
Though lots of folks fly solo, many more link with a group,
Becoming an ingredient in some delicious soup;
For adding to the broth, we each bestow our special spice
And often, that’s a recipe for something mighty nice.
It's not easy becoming a Legendary
Major League Baseball pitcher.
It never was and will never be.
You get put through the wringer
and hung out to dry.
From time to time you'll get little or no
run support.
You may have to face Legendary Icons
of the game 2 and 3 times in a game.
Come face to face with undisguised
Batting Champions.
Silver Slugger Award Winners.
Members and potential Members of the
500 Home Run Club.
Members and potential Members
of the 3000 Hits Club
A few Future Members of
Baseballs Hall of Fame
as well as Iconic MLB ALL STARS.
You will face monumental challenges.
You'll get worn down and roughed up
being on the road 82 games a season.
As a Major League Baseball Starting Pitcher
you suck it up, go out on the mound
and challenge history.
You bring your "A" game
You bring your best fastball
your best curve ball
and your best change up.
When you average 33 starts a season.
Average 10 complete games per season.
Average 3 shut outs per season.
Throw a No Hitter every 3.857 seasons.
Face an average 972 batters per season.
Average 232 innings per season
Through hot , cold , humid and sticky weather.
Give up an average 169 hits per season.
Average 232 innings per season.
Average 82 earned runs per season.
Give up an average 14 home runs in 33 games
over 232 innings per season.
When you average 120 walks per season
Strike out an average 246 batters per season
for a career total of 5714.
It kinda looks like this.
6.6 hits per 9 innings
4.7 walks per 9 innings
9.5 strike outs per 9 innings
Over 27 seasons.
When you do that for a total of 27 seasons
The critics will call you the next
Nolan Ryan.
The Legendary Strike Out King
Member of Major League Baseballs
Hall of Fame.
Michael E. Harris
02202022
I am the roaring twenties
And the cotton club.
I am Al Capone and his
Thugs.
I am the rise of Joseph
Stalin.
I am the age of science
And penicillin.
I am Walt Disney and
Mickey Mouse.
I am electricity in
My house.
I am the stock market
Crash.
I am the first Academy
Award bash.
I am Miss America pageant
The first time.
I am Valentino dies reads
The headlines.
I am the great depression
Sweeps the land.
I am Lindbergh on north
Atlantic flight plan.
I am Betty Crocker and
Wonder bread.
I am the great migration
Watch me spread.
I am speakeasies and Gerber
Baby food.
I am the age of Jazz puts
You in the mood.
I am the woman's right to
Vote ,19th amendment.
I am seven-up, Coca cola's
First resentment.
Turbo1904