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Sometimes things don’t work out as planned
not that Nate planned it, such is basketball love
and strong are the threads of the basketball net.
He hooped all summer, sweating on outdoor court
before moving to school gym through fall and winter
knowing he was good but must work to be better.
Moving up to High School, things getting better
Varsity as a freshman, thing’s going as planned
four years of hard practice through each fall and winter
at High School graduation, all he got was love.
Conference player of the year, full press court
college at Becknell’s - next year nothing but net.
Summer’s prep but his three pointer nowhere near net
a shoulder injury redshirts him; takes months to get better.
But a career year as a senior, he was king of the court
two years in March Madness, all going as planned
with college graduation, a brief cheerleader love
hope springs eternal with passing of winter.
Transfer to Kentucky and Wildcats, but with winter
a broken wrist and covid darken his net.
March Madness was cancelled, pandemic's tough love
yet nothing that going pro couldn’t make better.
But draft passed without call, nothing going as planned
it’s tough to stay centred on basketball’s court.
An anxious summer, tryouts on NBA courts
but covid loomed large, sport locked down in winter.
Would this end those hoop dreams he'd planned?
Then Christmas came early; a ten-day contract with the Nets
led to a place in the G League where he could get better
such is the trial of basketball love.
Then Nate moved to Europe following basketball love
but Ukraine and Russia offers covid cancelled with nyet.
A contract with Israeli Basketball’s Premier League was better
and he starred with Hapoel Holon, League champion that winter
on this stage, he was again king of the court
even though things didn’t always go as planned.
So ends this tale of basketball love, but with end of winter
will Nate be more than a jester caught in basketball’s net?
Sometimes things work out, but not always as planned
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link to Nate's wiki entry
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nate_Sestina
Through God's Grace
(with love for Barbara)
By Franklin Price
02/26/2023
Has been more than a year ago, when I lost you in my life.
I will never lose the memories. You are my dear departed wife.
The year we met each other, miracles would greet us soon.
God put us both together, and let man go to the moon.
Your life had been a little crazy, when you were young, and just a teen.
Your parents were divorced, and both, not often on the scene.
You grew up, and way too early, a shot-gun wedding was not fun.
You had a child, who died of SIDS, with husband number one.
He went off to war without you. That's how it was back in the day.
You traveled home from California, back to Florida to stay.
Your mother had remarried. Your step father was a jewel.
He loved you, as his very own, was supportive and not cruel.
The times, they were a-changing, and free love was everywhere.
I had been to Vietnam, and was divorced while I was there.
You were then with husband two, who was nothing but a cheat
When we met, you weighed but eighty-nine, was depressed and did not eat.
Your cheating husband worked with me. You might say he was a friend
I hated how he treated you. You got divorced, as was the trend.
We were attracted to each other. I know God pushed us along.
Before the year was over, we had sung the marriage song.
We were married in a baptist church, neither of us was a member
The preacher did not want to marry us, that's the way that I remember
My family is baptist. He married some of us before.
Some had ended in divorce. He was looking at the score.
He did not have to worry, for we did as we would vow.
Lived together, till death parted us, over a year ago from now.
For more than fifty years, we had, love given through God's grace.
Then Jesus called you home to Him, where you look upon His face.
My love for you will never leave me. We'll meet again on Heaven's shore.
I thank God for all the years we had, wish so much, they had been more.
I still have our daughter Dani, and granddaughters Bell and Lil
Also your brother Danny, in our hearts you're with us still.
Love always, Frank
For the gift of verse, thank you Lord,
I'm grateful too for the endowments of rhyme;
These are apparatus of treasured worth
Given to a juvenile youth at so early a time,
Of a tender age of score and three
And as green as the leaves of a virgin tree.
Now, thank you Father for the blessing of greatness
And praise to you for the trappings of fame;
Glory to your omnipotence for the joys of name,
Hallowed be your name for the riddance of pettiness
And honour to you for benediction of sense;
All these I'll use for your laudation hence.
Many have tried these assets to nurture
And saints for them did pray,
But acquired not these invaluable tools;
I'm a sinner and I often forget to repent every day,
Yet these vitals have given me.
Let pride and conceit overtake me not
And let me thrush the iron while its hot;
Let me bake the dough of rhyme while its lithe
And to the Muses of renown pay my tithe.
Let me not compare my lines with anyone else's
But through practise better my art ;
Let me not commit the despicable offenses
Of praising my outstanding craft.
Whatever the words use I feel like I'm saying less;
Again, thank you for the effortless finesse
That you've freely given to one humble out of choice,
Or perhaps his pious parents long ago raised their voice
That upon their son you place this treasure;
And thus their prayers you've answered to the measure.
And when it envelopes the bliss of death,
When the blanket of cold shall suffocate my breath,
Remember my toils of verse and virtue,
And let in my soul be done a searching by you;
That I may qualify for life everlasting,
And among the angels I shall eternally sing.
And herebelow let not my poetry rot
When I join your seraphic lot;
Let generations upon generations to the end
Sing my verse till He come's that sinner's friend.
Men and women in blue,
I write this in honor of you.
How you can even leave your
husband or wife?
When a bullet from organized
madmen might take your life?
I have no such courage!
Don't Americans understand?
You are there for their safety!
All of you would aid us right
away, you are not Johnny-
come-latelys.
The anarchists destroying each
wonderful city.
Children die early, a huge crime
and a shameful pity.
Not one professional sports star
ever mentions the innocents' names?
But oh, my, they refuse to play when
a criminal dies, a humungous shame.
The message is very clear to me.
Anarchists, sports stars, take the
knee joyfully to criminal brutality.
My life really does matter to me.
Wake up, Social workers cannot
protect me nor you from cruelty!
America becoming Venezuela,eh,
or worse, Cuba Two?
The blame is in the hands of
those throwing rocks and I loudly
shout " Shame on each of you."
I am no fool,this nation a tapestry
of many nationalities and colors.
You want no peace nor justice!
Just laws your way, total anarchy
And disorder, my brothers!
Martin Luther King, a mensch,
In his grave must be turning!
When watching you loot,burn
and steal....
It has me more than worried,
with my stomach churning!
How dare you burn the Flag of
this country so grand?
As in the Middle East, they
should chop off your hands!
Perhaps both feet, too.
As all decent laws in the USA,
and people's you so ignorantly
eschew!
I have no answers, save this!
Get people out of office who do
support these thugs.
They need far more than a slap
on the wrist.
Arrest them, jail time for sure.
Behind bars they belong, all
these rabid, hate America thugs!
September 4, 2020
2:15pm PST
1, 2, 3, 4, 5
Had a bad headache last night...
1, 2, 3, 4, 5
I wake up now and the time is bright
1, 2, 3, 4, 5
Get dressed, no time for breakfast
I'm needed at investigations by request
1, 2, 3, 4, 5
A girl was killed, in the early a.m's
One thing I hate about this job, is seeing the dead
1, 2, 3, 4, 5
Young woman, brunette, in her late 20's
Go through her files and see her profile picture
O god, I know her...she works in the cafe
1, 2, 3, 4, 5
Thought she was cute, wanted to ask her out one day
...Guess I'll never get the chance to do so
I always seemed to forget her name
1, 2, 3, 4, 5
My colleagues pull me aside and ask me to answer
My anger is brimming; why am I under question?
They say they new I liked her, and would be here once a week
But that doesn't mean I did this to her: felt like I was on repeat
1, 2, 3, 4, 5
But you must know something, they ask
You were out with her last night
I looked at them as if they were crazy
...No...that isn't right
1, 2, 3, 4, 5
They both turned and sighed and said they had no choice
The bullet matches my gun and my semen's in her voice
We've worked together a long time, beginning to be friends
But this crime you have committed, is going to cost you your end
...NO...THIS CAN'T BE RIGHT; I grab my gun and I hold it tight
1, 2, 3, 4, 5
Stop it! they yell, do not hesitate
It is all already to late, just hand us your gun and give us your plate
There's no way, I cry, I look up for a moment and search to the sky
Inching near me, I jolt up my hand, don't get closer!
...O...wait...I do remember...her name was Betty: BANG!!!
1, 2, 3, 4, 5
1, 2, 3, 4, 5
1, 2, 3, 4, 5
1, 2, 3, 4, 5
5
5
5
5
Had bad headache last night...
I wake up now and the time is bright...
It is with sadness and long remorse
That we entertain this curse of course
It’s most absurd, and that’s the rub
Introducing the twenty seven club
Each decade we see the number grow
And wonder as we see them go
Musicians so young, with hope and fears
Meet their demise, after twenty seven years
Robert Johnson was early, a master of blues
A roadhouse musician who paid his dues
Brian Jones helped found the Rolling Stones
And drowned in a pool while swimming alone
Alan Wilson at Woodstock played with Canned Heat
Took too many downers, his life was complete
The great guitarist, Jimi Hendrix gave thrills
But died in his sleep from too many pills
Janis Joplin, with energy and power of force
At age twenty seven died mainlining horse
The Doors Jim Morrison, one of a kind
Extinguished with drugs his poetic mind
Badfinger’s Pete Ham fortified with drink
Took his own life, another twenty seven link
And Kurt Cobain, Nirvana’s front man
Died at twenty seven, from his very own hand
Amy Winehouse, one of the members of late
Perceived a world full of anguish and hate
A talent with beauty, her hair black as coal
But alcohol toxicity had taken its toll
Not mentioned are many members left out
There is no time now to give them a shout
We hope they gather and sing in heaven
The members of the Club - Twenty Seven
Entry: "The 27 Club Poetry Contest"
Sponsored by: Anthony Biannco
Deadline: September 27, 2022
(1)
I get up early, a rancher with chores
Hay grows in fields, animals shuffle, roars
Dawn breaks its steel grey grip on my land
And I, well, I have a clear bottle clutched in hand
The first swipe, the one that burns the most
Clears the head, lifts the fog, begins my dose
Work ahead, hours on the grind
A key in my hand, the tractor is mine
Muddy boots climb my ass to my seat
Prepared I am, for this summer heat
A seperate, full bottle in pocket, the engine is turned
Key to the right, another throat tickle burned
Through the gate on into field I find my day anew
View as of now, not quite so askew
The rows start straight, a farmers simple task
They soon grow crooked, I can't find my flask
Fuel runs low, a hassle to refill
Inebriated I find it easy to spill
Unwiser still, I light up a smoke
Finding my way, to field with a toke
Stoned and drunk I arrive at my field
I'll try it again, a little more even keeled
A drunken chuckle to nobody in sight
What a great poem, another forgotten to write
A vision of an old boss, his hatred of me
I laugh, again, to no person I see
He works all day at his nine to five
And I'm drunk on my tractor, happy alive
I woke her up early, a quarter past five.
"It’s a beautiful day, let’s go take a drive.”
She didn’t jump up and exclaim I was right.
Instead, “Go away, it’s the middle of the night.”
"C’mon” I said, “Trust me. Let’s go and explore.”
I knew of a place she had not seen before.
I finally convinced her to get up and go,
I promised her one unforgettable show.
I drove her that morning to a place that I knew,
with a panoramic scene from a mountain top view.
Below in the valley as far as could see,
a misty cloud winding like roots of a tree.
The lights from the city like stars all aligned.
A painting so perfect, God’s blessing defined.
Then a bright glowing ball on the horizon arose,
rays of light danced with a brilliant repose.
Breathtaking, beautiful, awesome, serene.
No words could describe what I had just seen.
A moment like that, I could never replace.
It wasn’t the sun, but the look on her face.
Though she won’t admit it, this happened exactly this way, word for word. Branson, Missouri
2Q004. It was a gorgeous morning. We have shared many more since then. Sleeping in is
no longer an option... well, ... for me anyway.
Waking up in the daybreak
of another distress.
Standing with two winds
on your side
a little early, a little late.
Maybe time is a jail
and you own the key
of your cave.
You stay inside
until the end of the hurricane,
until nature accepts you,
until you accept her,
until you love
each other again.
Around you, desert roads
of a disaster
that you created.
You were it's God and gave it
shape and color and style.
The only thing that you didn't give
is voice,
to call you in the middle of the night.
You, only you,
can tame your fears
with a promise
becoming illusion,
sharing you
between two worlds.
Remember this share.
You have to walk along.
With a nostalgic pain in the eyes,
near you stand
the oblivion and the dream.
You will walk
but your steps are carrying the winter.
They are floating
in a desert of guilt.
They are steps of human.
Two drops of tears are not enough
for these plains.
Two hands are not enough
to raise the sadness of the world.
Not enough.
Training for a marathon, where does someone begin to start
Time to begin six months of intense training, a course I need to chart
Discipline and willpower I must rely on to get the job done
Hard work I am not afraid of it, in fact, I will welcome the challenge and try to make it fun
To be able to accomplish this a combination of great mental and physical strength I must apply
With a balanced diet, lots of sleep, and preparation I must endeavor to try
Some people think twenty-six miles of driving is a long way
When I cross the finish line I will have created a memory surely to stay
Tomorrow bright and early a starting pistol will fire, being focused and relaxed is surely the key
The long journey has finally come to an end, where I finished and how long it took me will have to wait and see
The goal of completing the marathon was all that I wanted to achieve
You can afford whatever you want out of life, you just have to believe