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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
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)
A powerful and rare solar storm occurred the other night…
which meant even down here in Florida we could see the Northern Lights.
At least that’s what we were led to believe…so we headed out one night
putting our hopes and dreams and wishes forth…
hoping to see those unique lights…visiting from the north.
Although we have a wonderful relationship with the universe
having stood in awe of her wonders for hours…
We were skeptical because we haven’t had much luck
when it comes to seeing her meters showers.
I remember waking our children up early a few mornings
when all they wanted to do was sleep some more
packing them in the car and driving to the shore.
“It’s a meteor shower!” we told them
when they were awake enough to ask us why
only to stand out in the cold and quiet
as not one meteor made it’s way across the sky.
It didn’t take long for our children…when it came to meteor showers
to ignore everything we said….
they would moan and groan then turn over
and hide neath the covers on their bed
So although we were somewhat optimistic
to see the Northern Lights…this wonder of creation
we made this trip to the shore…with some mild reservations.
The night sky was beautiful …filled with stars…
and as the time approached…we waited expectantly…
but after 90 minutes across the darkened sky…
there wasn’t a Northern Light to see.
We saw starlight, flashlights, head lights, street lights…lights from planes and drones.
We saw peoples faces light up…from the glow of their camera phones…
But once again the Universe when it came to us….pulled a Lucy from Charlie Brown.
Still, since it was a a beautiful night…we left with a smile…not a frown.
And as we drove home in the darkness…seeing only car lights up ahead…
we smiled and we shared a laugh wondering…what our children would have said.
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
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
She looked straigth at me
Her dog sniffed me
I followed her home
I thought I did all right
I was invited to dinner
She was a widow
Out from her shell
I thought I did all right
A dinner for two
I bought a bottle of wine
Dressed well, indeed
I thought I did all right
Had I known it was a family dinner
Then I would have bought a different bottle of wine
Not a dark red, lilac label, «SEXY» in large letters
I thought I did all right
She hadn’t told them about me
I was placed in her husband’s chair
Holding that bottle in her hand
I thought I did all right
She wanted to let them know
I might be sitting there
Early a Sunday morning
I thought I did all right
I think her dog
Still thinks me all right
That dark red bottle, lilac label, «SEXY» in large letters
To big a surprise for her family
Day Break
One day I came home from work
A little early, a little tired
It was my last day. I was fired.
I called for my wife, “Honey, I’m home!”
She must be bathing
Things looked different in the house
Something had really changed
There was something missing
It was everything including light bulbs
I was getting too old for this
Was it something that I said?
Did she know about my job?
I would like to look into myself into the mirror
To find out who I am and what I've done
But it was gone as well
Honey left a note taped to the wall
Where a refrigerator had been
It simply read; “Drop dead.” “I’m leaving you.”
“Thanks for the fun and furniture.”
“It’s time for you to move on too…so…Moving on….Go!”
Created on 9/10/14 for - Moving On – Poetry Contest
In a clash of burgers and biryani,
Manchurian with Russian fares so many,
All else that watch the fun
From fence with just bread-bun…
To guess who’ll lose, who’ll win,
It’s too early a scene,
Seems, burgers might lose their ‘reserved’ penny.
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Happenings |04.09.2025| humour, world, war
Note: A proxy war is going on in the world, the western developed countries versus the so-called south, call it a global power and the pretender hopeful, or NATO, QUAD and BRICS, SCO. Obviously in this ditty, burgers, biryani…., represent their countries. And then there are some fence-sitters. It seems, USA today has to contend with its President more than anyone else.
Six is to early a number
Yet even seven is not appropriate
A memory of
Tiny toes
Creeps
Through my sorrowed mind
Your laughter
Once enlightening me
Now depresses me
Your picture frames
Turned down
A face hidden
Forever
Life is too short
But what is there that’s longer?
The heart that you relied
So gravely on
Stopped
As did time
When they said, “He’s gone…”
A cue for a lifetime of lingering
And linger I shall
On and
On and
On and
On
Time is not there to tell the point of day
But to count the time spent before death
And time will never stop
Or it would have known
That six is too early a number