Long Fairway Poems
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Its the final day
At the US Masters
This Highlander
Enjoying new pastures
Recently turned pro
Leader-board he tops
As he partners Tiger
Playing brilliant shots
Eagle, birdie
Birdie, par
With play like this
He's sure to go far
Neck and neck
On the seventeenth
This Highlander
Needs to be seen
Par 4,
440 yards
He hits a screamer
Crowd applauds
Tiger matches
They both hit the green
Both down in three
Birdies mean
The eighteenth
Green Jacket beckons
Who will win it
Tiger i reckon
What a drive
By Tiger woods
Down the middle
As professionals should
The Highlander, lovely swing
Ball flying, hear that ping
Cross wind carries, fairway missed
The crowd in awe, Tiger bliss
Tiger excels, gets down in three
One inch form the hole, a gimme
The Highlander, iron picked
Sweet shot, hit so slick
See it rise, towards its goal
On to the green towards the hole
Undulations, impede it none
As it drops in, under the Georgia sun
The Highlander, awaits the crowd
Nano second, applause out loud
This newly pro, who found it tough
Newly named
Diamond in the Rough
My entry to Nathans " Diamond in the Rough " contest.
Wow 5th place
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/sport.php
No stony wall stands there today,
in farmer’s meadow near fairway,
rivulet of memories flow,
limestones in rain do wash away!
The trees look up at clear blue sky,
in secret at me, perhaps pry,
gentle breeze runs past soggy grass,
deep beneath our past footprints lie!
Waist high remains of limestone wall,
hand built to stop boundary brawl,
owners since melted into time,
meagre stones remain, if at all!
In distance afar life does flow,
see a church, houses in a row,
school of our days looks much the same,
within new voices, now echo!
Slow in silence I walk away,
up the beaten path, make my way,
the wall behind, in my mind looms,
holds my heart, begging me to stay!
The Wall in the Woods contest
Ranked 13th!!
sponsor Craig Cornish
written 02/October/2020
“Turn the page!”
Beth begged, the almighty’s rage
“Is this a real combative stage?
Released from its contained cage?
Prayed her questionnaire
Wondering if anyone cared
Teed off a bit
Beth held back, throwing a fit
Instead, she headed towards the links
Goal, pondering and think
This is a fairway
To live a day
Make it to the green
Only a dream
Find the pin
Earn a win
Knowing it takes a nice drive
Along with a cry
Screaming ‘what fore’
Let’s show war
The door
Peace should reign
Enjoying this parfect game
Where eagles and birdies, never blame
Or complain
Fortune and fame
As a hazard instigating pain
Ever so silent wind with its calm
the nature of the day is brilliant
Anticipation of performance consumes your
thoughts one two three and the spot light shifts
The weight of everyone’s eyes seem to mushroom
on your approach and the most minute sounds
become ever so present.
Hoping your body will remember
you take your last gasp of air
All you can do at this point
is pray for something respectable
As your eyes ascend and gaze
down the fairway you exhale
For this time you have escaped
Ever so silent wind with its calm
the nature of the day is brilliant
-KR-
Joseph Robinette Biden
now commander in chief yay
manning ship of state
tossing anchors aweigh
heavily pierced tattooed
donning sheepish pirate(s)
at heady roiling waterway
fending off trolling rapscallion
much more thrilling
than watching cabaret
January twenty first two thousand
twenty one marks his first full day
wherein Oval Office finally
flushed, ousted, and zapped,
whose paternal ancestry
begat genealogical linkedin émigré
name unknown, nevertheless
one Johann Trump born within
Bobenheim am Berg, a village
in Palatinate, Germany circa 1789
moved to nearby village of Kallstadt
where his grandson, Friedrich Trump,
the grandfather of Donald Trump,
born in 1869 gamboled
upon grassy fairway
whereby grandson notorious
to grandstand and gainsay,
but especially renowned
windblown coiffure
kept intact courtesy "fake" hairspray
said product he did fulminate
against and inveigh,
cuz he envied (as does yours truly)
the trademark thatch sported by J.F.K.
At long last, a stalwart adept candidate
unwittingly saddled
with onerous figurative freight
COVID-19, homelessness, joblessness
sober statistics impossible mission to inflate,
whose physique slender and lightweight
boot pulleys and levers of power
he quite savvily can operate
personable and suave demeanor doth resonate
allowing, enabling, and providing
law and order to materialize,
and accomplishments downplayed
(unlike previous commander in chief)
whose braggadocio would never underrate.
Concern still prevails
regarding that woman user
egging fascistic paramilitary
white supremacist ilk
twittering as a digital schmoozer
hell bent on sowing anarchy,
cuz other Democratic contestant
did not defeat
soured at prospect their man beat
(him - who shall not be named again
ranks as a sore loser)
nevertheless, an oafish shill bruiser.
If prognostications allowed me,
at bedtime, when a supine American,
one garden variety and generic
sleepy Joe among madding crowd
will experience glee
at prospective buoyancy, decency,
fraternity, harmony, jollity, levity,
nobility, prosperity, serenity, tranquility...
wishing no ill will toward
former forty sixth president.
The Business of Autumn
David J Walker
1. The season of dry clouds and Canada Geese
Arrived over the weekend
2. The weatherman says the freeze was
too light last night to have been noticed
3. A frost is in the forecast but rescheduled
for some other tomorrow
4. The full moon demands homage
deserving its observations
5. before the sun sets
on another harvest
6. The farms have formed seas of
ripe corn and white cotton
7. bordering a thousand small towns
in every direction
8. allergens release in the winds the
invisible seeds of misery
9. The last days and nights of the whine of
cotton gins bailing good fortune
10. The business of autumn comes to an end
On the fairway of a county fair
11. The next rain will be cold and will
Hold its verdict … Ice or snow…
until after Thanksgiving
TIGER THE SQUIRREL
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
There once was a golf-loving squirrel named Tiger
In a golf cart, he was never a rider.
He chipped acorns with flair
Through the crisp autumn air
Sinking putts while his tail waved ever higher!
At Augusta he drove from the tee with a crack
Sending pinecones far down the fairway track
With one paw on his hip
He'd adjust for the slip
Of wet leaves—never missing a shot back!
His hole-in-one made the ‘woods’ cheer
As blue jays swooped down to draw near
With his green jacket Tiger bowed, twitching his nose
He practiced from dawn till night, for his fame arose.
Tiger, the Masters golf champion all creatures did revere!
Every time I go to the store;
I see those same bare walls;
What's the issue;
What's America doing eating toilet tissue;
Shelves are still empty,
no matter what time I go;
And every time I go to the store;
I see those same old blank walls;
America what's the issue;
What you doing eating toilet tissue;
Shelves are still empty no matter where I go;
I go to Sam's Club, Kroger's;
I go to Fairway, Wal-Mart, Safeway;
I go to Kmart, Sears and Walgreens oops!
Some of those stores,
not here anymore;
Not trying to whine and cry;
I just want to wipe my behind;
America what's the issue;
Why y'all eating( buying) all this toilet tissue;
It's not that much bowel movement going on;
So please stop hoarding and give me a roll;
Every time I go to the store;
I see those same bare walls;
Oh!, ah! Could someone anyone somewhere give me a roll,
I,
I gotta GO-
What's the issue;
What's America doing eatN toilet tissue
5/4/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
Swing's Ooh Mighty Swing's
..... The Golfing Season Brings!
Watch Our Hopes Arise,
From The Fairway Side To The Green!
With Every Single Hole We'll Mark,
From Your Bag,
Get Your Stick's, We Should Score With Art!
So Swing And Let Your Love Impart Your, Way!
Par, Par, Birdie, Birdie,
Start The Show, A LIttle Bit Of Power,
And We'll Go, Go, Go, O'Kay!
Swing's Ooh Mighty, .... Swing's!
Skin felt the pain
While playing a peaceful golfing game
Challenging the course’s blister campaign
Terrorizing the toe
Forcing a temporary surgical sew
Oh
No
To keep this show
On the go
They must know
Basic health care
Not to scare
Removing infected nail
Transporting remains towards the waste management pail
Bloody and red
Now dead
Left as trash
Above the fairway grass
Next to Frank’s Furter
Who was murdered
After pork barrel spending
And over lending
Worth commending
Pending
Cooking the links
Hearing what others think
About another medical review
Of the pinkie one too
Country club house bound
And the parfect round
No bogeys in sight
Feeling right
Since all has healed
Closing the deal
Without a squeal
Or scream
From the green
Manicured and pristine
Ready for a four-day dream