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I sing
Darling
Sweet note
I wrote
Organ
Such fun
Octaves
My faves
To play
All day
Loves art
Sweetheart
I choose
Bold hues
I draw
With glow
Hobbies
Bring peace
I have attempted to capture my favorite major league baseball players in this little shape poem of home plate. Included are (in no particular order):
Say Hey Willie Mays Walter Johnson (Big Train)
Randy Johnson (The Big Unit) Babe Ruth (The Sultan Of Swat)
Tony Gwynn Jimmie Foxx
Ted Williams Maury Wills
Stan “The Man” Musial Johnny Bench
Ken Griffey Jr Greg Maddox
Henry Aaron Lou Gehrig
Roberto Clemente Ty Cobb
Satchell Paige Ernie Banks
Rickey Henderson Carl Yastrzemski (Yaz)
Trevor Hoffman Albert Pujols
Gibson (Bob and Josh) Honus Wagner
Rogers Hornsby Cal Ripken
Robinson (Jackie, Frank and Brooks)
Some favorites I had to leave out…
Christy Mathewson Warren Spahn
Sandy Koufax Tom Seaver
Mickey Mantle Rod Carew
Joe Morgan Ozzie Smith
Mariano Rivera Miguel Cabrera
Pedro Martinez Ichiro Suzuki
David Ortiz Jose Altuve
I’d love to see your faves mentioned in the comments section!
written 24 Aug 2020
All aboard the bizarre Farage barge..
Unless of course you are from abroad..
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Narcissist catalyst.. old school fraud..discord twist..
Can't resist.. staging the raging red mist..
Fist of Mob rule tryst does persist..
Depraved raves..insist..craved faves..
Won't save slaves & knaves..
Hellbent they are sent..
To graves under the waves…
Foolish votes for ghoulish gloats..
Seedier media leaders lying..
Defying the dying..
Folks crying..ghastly ghostly boats..
Crude jokes delude..lewd masterstrokes denude..
Corporate rascal castle debacle floats..
On dank murky murderous moats..
Scuffles.. muffles ruffles & kerfuffles
Pokes & provokes just for bank notes..
The ubiquity of inequity
This poem or tome..
Every face…race should be.
Free to roam..
In this place..
We all call home..
A glass of milk, of water, and wine -
Which one that suits you best?
Which do you prefer to drink?
Me? The first two are my faves.
There on the center table stand
A cup of tea and a cup of coffee -
Take your pick and sip,
As you enjoy watching TV.
A mug of liquor, a sachet of drugs,
And a pack of cigarettes -
Are you going to seriously damage
Both your health and wealth?
Listening to the sound of music,
Painting, or writing songs of love -
Whatever is your plan of activity,
Make sure it pleases the Lord above.
I'll vow to fear the Almighty,
I'll depart from the road of iniquity;
Intensive obedience to His Word
Is my cup of tea.
She's a girl with fashion and passion
Full of life and adventure
She loves her shoes and bags
She loves her custom jewelries
She loves to accessorize her outfits
She loves jumpsuits and long dresses, they shape her taller and flow nicely
She has a passion for nail arts
She loves to paint her own nails
of course to rhyme whatever the season may be
One particular season is her best
... Summer... because she has a passion for the out doors
She loves to fish and ride on her boat
She loves the beach and the ocean
She loves to run and take long walks
She loves to eat summery foods
A chill white wine just tastes better in the summer after a nice long day
And while she's mesmerized with the transition of Fall
She loves to fall back and appreciate
the enchanting beauty Mother Nature display
She loves to go apple picking
She loves to cook and try new recipes daily
Winter is the best for pot roasts and soups
But there's nothing more comforting than sipping on a hot cocoa watching the snow coming down beautifully
Although she's afraid to drive in the snow
But she would love to learn how to ski
She drinks red wine all winter thru spring
It keeps her warm and relaxed
She loves cherries, they're her faves
And while she suffers the spring's allergy
She just love the blooming of flowers, they're the most delicate beautiful things
She's just a girl full of life and adventure
She's all about living the moment
For tomorrow has no promises...
Smile
Akkina R Downing
5-18-17
Fly Away
“Seagull, you fly across the horizon”
Parallel dreams and sifted thoughts
on an amber thread, thin as the beliefs
once found as hope, now falling
beneath sorrowed wings, gliding
“Into the misty morning sun”
Through hazy eyes and broken hearts,
tarnished memories flow within this dawn
as you fade off in the distance,
soaring ever higher, disappearing into the east
“Nobody asks you where you are going”
Silence fills the maze that is your mind, leaving you
staring at dead ends and fractured turns,
as the realization that you didn’t matter
forms on clouds of whispering truths…no one cares
“Nobody knows where you're from”
And in the end, you are not sure yourself
from where you once came, a blotted image
on empty shorelines of tangled debris
which you easily have forgotten, as you as well will be
“And you fly away…”
Written with the help of lyrics (italicized lines)from Bad Company's song “Seagull” One of my faves.
Flowers speak
the Gladiola is never sad
says words with a smile.
Tulips are the pun
not one but...
sound it out, you'll see.
Daisies reveal secrets
she loves me,
she loves me not.
Buttercups
lay it on thick
compliment everyone.
Carnations rev their engines.
Express themsleves from land to land.
Freesias
my personal favorites
blow a fragrant line.
Sweet Peas,
are still babies
they're still learning.
Patience wait
as long as they need to
before they speak.
Snapdragons
can fly off the handle
but please forgive them
Orchids tend to fib
are they adults Or .....!
Bluebells sing
a soulful tune
and I love the blues.
Paper Whites appropriately
recite their written words.
Roses bloom
the most beautiful
of words.
But the best flowers of all
don't need to say a word.
With love you gift them
a bouquet of their faves
as they gently kiss your lips!
Sponsor: Anthony Slausen
Contest Name: Encounters with Flowers
The journey lasted for not more than forty glorious and blessed years
Before your smiles gradually faded as you journeyed to a land far away,
The hearse swallowed you into its belly, while hearkening not to our fears,
It sirened off with the streams of our cries flowing far beyond our doorways,
You were interred in that hot harmattan afternoon of November
With no winter to wither the sombreness of our soliloquys,
But surely for many more years to come, you shall be remembered,
Tho' it is certain that one day, we'll meet again by the heavenly quays,
As long as the tears of the skies wet the earth and the stars still continue in the sky to twinkle,
You'll forever be loved, even if the tears that flow in our hearts make our cheeks appear dry,
We'll just keep keeping in touch with you in prayer even after our skins completely wrinkle,
Tho', no matter how bitter our heart is, your goodness can't be brought back by our earthly cry.
But the shares of conviviality you doled out will always be there for us to appreciate,
A quintessential celestial reception for you, is what we, on your behalf, will daily apprecate,
May the almighty God compensate you for the goodness, everyone knows you gave,
May God count you worthy of being chosen as one of his beloved faves.
With temps and the humidity
No longer off the chart,
We made a visit to the Met*
Since we’ve been starved for art.
A Winslow Homer show would soon
Be packing up and so,
It seemed to be the perfect time
For us to up and go.
The hordes had not arrived yet,
Thus the galleries allowed
Us time for a relaxing look
Without a pushy crowd.
Before we left, we stopped to see
Our faves – Cezanne, Monet,
Van Gogh and several others,
Making it a lovely day.
Although the Covid variant
Is here and on the move,
It’s time for us, museum-wide,
To get back in the groove.
*Metropolitan Museum of Art
Daffodils
By Franklin Price
03/06/2022
Yesterday I was returning
From my first ride of the year
As I came into the back yard
Blooms of daffodils appeared
Don't think that they were blooming
When I left to take the ride
They are my Barbara's favorites
I stopped then, and there I cried
The tears were ones of happiness
For they're also faves of mine
God had made them bloom from her
And I took that as a sign.
My Barb is up in Heaven
And she's watching over me
She's wanting me to carry on
To be the person I should be
The daffodils that were there blooming
Were sent by God, who wears the crown
Barb asked if He would send them
For she's in Glory looking down.