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Old-time fans called him 'The Great White Hope'
Larry Bird had to 'walk the tightrope'
He was no dope; he knew he was special
So he focused hard on crossing that threshold
By 1980, the NBA had become a black man's jungle
Woe to Bird, or any white boy, should he bungle
his chance to prove unearned accolades true
The league would just spit him out, after a sharp-fanged chew
But Bird never backed down; he brawled from start to finish
Winning games on raw hustle, desire and 'magic' undiminished
by the taunts and elbows he took from those who hated his guts
The 'white boy' dished out what he took; the cries no longer heard,
'Bird is a klutz'...
When they tallied wins and losses at the end of his first season
Bird's Boston Celtics improved by 32 games, and Larry was the reason
Everyone who saw him play knew it, including the haters who blew it
~ then grudgingly renamed him 'Larry Legend' ~ 'cos it fit
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'Larry Legend' went on to play 13 years for the Celtics, scoring over 25,000
points, winning 3 MVP awards, was selected to 13 all-star teams, and won
the respect of every black superstar who ever played the game. Was he the
GOAT (Greatest of All-Time)? That's an endless debate. But I can tell you
this: When Michael Jordan, THE MICHAEL JORDAN, played against Bird for
the first time in the NBA, he (Michael) asked for Larry's autograph (!) Bird
snickered, 'Earn it first, rookie.'...
Postscript: Jordan's Chicago Bulls never once beat Bird's Celtics in a playoff
game, going 0-6. (And in the last three contests, Bird limped badly before
each game due to a horrific spine injury that ended his career). 'Nuff said!
We’ve lived in our house for many years…
It’s been the subject of many a poem…
We often wonder when was the exact moment
our house became our home…
We have loved living here
we’ve been blessed…this we know
It’s where we built our life together
where we watched our children and grand-children grow.
And as we prepare to move away
to a place where the mountains meet the sky
we feel blessed to have a few weeks alone
in our home to say goodbye.
To remember and relive all the fun we’ve had…
as we’re about to turn another page…
To marvel at how even though our house has grown older over the years
and our home has improved with age.
So we are savoring these last few weeks together
before a new family within these walls roams…
and we’re hoping it doesn’t take too long
for this house to become their home.
On the sleepless nights,
My mind wanders and feels restless whole night,
The bugs are irritating me,
They are not in my bed, but are hidden in my source code.
The project deadlines keep me working all the time,
The 24/7 work schedule never lets me see the sunshine,
My fingers are getting numb, my wrist is in pain,
But I don’t care, I am stuck here with some bug on line number ten.
My beloved asks me when you will be free,
Do you love me or love your programming Ms?
I tell her it would just take minutes, get ready for the evening fun,
Frustrated when I hang my hat, I find the night is almost done.
To fix the bug, I scratch my head too much,
At one time I had Elvis hair do, now I have lady gaga look,
Oh my God, I was happy momentarily that I found all my bugs,
Till I found my software needed a new and improved outlook.
America has been GREAT, great for the last two centuries.
All right, America has been the greatest among all countries,
For a long time. MAGA is a cheap pleonasm, which just
Won the most contentious election in American history.
The problem, as widely reported, Trump is corrupt, unjust,
Sexist, racist, homophobic, xenophobic, vociferous, and nasty.
This is the first time that we have such a hyperactive loose cannon,
Who is despised by his own political party. He is an orchestra
Of unusual lyrics and melodies. The man is like an untamed lion.
As a reminder, money, strength and power are not everything.
Humility, wisdom, decency, and common sense, in America,
Are extremely crucial and important, to make the dogs sing.
A president should be a role model, a beacon for children;
A fighter, a problem solver, a savior for the entire electorate;
A leader, a giant not a bully, a diplomat for the world to emulate.
The jury will be deliberating; America does not need to be 'great again';
We need an improved economy, mutual respect, controlling the flow
Of immigration, money, illicit drugs, and put our ducks in a row,
To be a haven for all, regardless of race, color, gender and ethnicity.
America is the greatest, I am not lying; simply ask the Statue of Liberty.
Copyright © November 11,2016 Logerie Hébert, All Rights Reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
Love is my Prop
I've fallen in love with a four wheeled prop
And I am walking along with a bop
I thought long and hard
Now it's my safeguard
Together we make a gruesome bellhop.
I wondered maybe it'd make me look old
But then perhaps I am old, all things told
I feel quite sprightly
Now stand uprightly
Things have improved a hundredfold, I'm sold.
They do say that pride comes before a fall
I’ll tell you that is true for one and all
With my wheels I shop
Held up by my prop
Furthermore we’re in for quite a long haul.
4th March 2022
I've struggled most of my life with chronic depression.
On an everyday basis I have had to deal with this demon.
It's like we both have been lifelong annoying companions,
but that has changed for the better, I am an improved changed man.
A friend of mine, let's call her Roxanne,
sent me an audio lecture on depression given by this outstanding man.
I listened to that lecture again and again,
and before I knew it I began to approach differently my depression.
I still get depressed every now and again,
but I now no sooner get depressed and realize why it's happening,
and before you know it, I've bounced back on my feet enjoying life again.
It's as if I run into my old demon and say, "Get Lost Depression!,"
and then as quickly as it arrived, my depression is gone.
No therapy, therapist, doctor or any medication,
has ever helped me at all struggling with this life long demon.
The only true and effective help I have ever received from anyone,
was when Roxanne Meadows sent me Jacque Fresco's lecture on Depression.
Connected.
I need to empty the clutter from inside my mind;
So time after time, I write these lines.
I empty my brain so I can go to sleep,
But when I look at the clock it is half past three.
Beam me up Scotty, to a cloud in the sky,
So I can kiss this night goodbye.
I’m still counting sheep,
To pass the time.
I need to upload all the thoughts inside my mind;
Because this way of clearing my head,
Takes up way too much time.
Just let me be a plug-in baby;
Connect me directly into the internet
And set my thoughts free from inside me.
Electronically discharge me from this chore of a life,
Because inside me I find something else I need to write.
Disconnect me from my mind so I can get some sleep;
A day dream never screams, but this night time is purgatory.
Thoughts are shouting at me, so I must write to find quietude;
The wires inside my head were split,
But thankfully now I have improved.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
It was twelve years ago today when I found you dead.
I knew you had died because you were lying lifeless on that hospital bed.
I bought you a card and a toy easter bunny that were buried with you.
If somebody ever says that you meant nothing to me, it won't be true.
When I prayed for your survival, I decided to beg.
You died after the surgeon amputated your leg.
Even though removing your leg improved your chances of survival, you still died.
When the surgeon operated on you, he couldn't save you even though he tried.
Your life ended and you entered the Pearly Gates 12 years ago today.
Rest in Peace, Mom, I wish I could've stopped you from passing away.
[Dedicated to Agnes Greene-Johnson (1948-2013) who passed away on March 6, 2013]
What a life!
If I man enter your house, eat your food, and have your wife, just because I can.
I say unjust.
If I man wear your suit, drive your car, and sleep in your bed, just because I am stronger.
I say unjust.
If this is true for a man, is it not also true for a country?
If a President enters my land, takes my gold, extracts my oil, and hides my resources in Switzerland, just because he has military might.
I say unjust.
If a Prime Minister invades my borders, kills my sons, plunders my daughters, and takes my diamonds, just because he can.
I say unjust.
The Europeans have left this continent, but my life has not improved.
My brother-man is now in power, but he no longer speaks to me, and lives in the house on the hill.
I say unjust.
I say why are we killing each other for material things which rust and decay with time?
We need love, we need peace, unless those possessions once garnered will not satisfy.
Is not the Jah I read about, and the Jehovah you sing about, not the same?
How can you say you love him, when you kill me, without a cause?
I say unjust.
Am I not made in his image too?
When will this life be what he wants, and not merely our own desire for material?
Ahhhh …What a life, what a life, what a life.
I say we need better, we need love and we need peace.
Blessings Brethren,
Author Paul Cumberbatch II (23rd May, 2020)
Madly, Deeply, Truly
I am writing this poem just for you,
Because madly, deeply, truly,
I love you.
Your love has given a life to me.
All I can give you is simply me.
All the love, you have given to me,
Has improved everything for me.
For you and I have become us.
Love, lust, passion, trust.
You plus me equals love.
One plus one, equals us.
My dream woman, you took my heart with just one look.
You are the muse I need to write a thousand poetic books.
My angel sent from up above.
My heart is yours; it’s full of love.
My heart I have given to you, so I could become us.
I’ll love you long after I turn to dust.
I will be with you in Heaven if there is no end for us.
My beautiful Angel…
You are loved.
(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.