Long Outs Poems
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Loitering
isn't idyllic imaginations
facilitating fastidious, fertile fellowship flings
evolving evidentiary elusive elucidations
safely securing surreal sterile sways.
Mysteries mismanaging mundane miracles
yield yes, you, your youthful yesterdays
slip, stir, select sagacious serendipitious sphericals
titillating time's turbulent today-tomorrow titrations
eagerly evoking efficacious emancipated equai euphonies
resurrected, reinvigorated remedial rhetoric rectifications
illuminating impartial improvised immunities,
ease earnestly, empathetic eloquent ejections
sanctifying succinct, suspended sanitifications.
A word take on Presidential ins and outs, the why and how of Life's Mysteries
in the mind of unnamed parties.
For LIFEs Mysteries Contest sponsored by John Hamilton
It's not easy becoming a Legendary
Major League Baseball pitcher.
It never was and will never be.
You get put through the wringer
and hung out to dry.
From time to time you'll get little or no
run support.
You may have to face Legendary Icons
of the game 2 and 3 times in a game.
Come face to face with undisguised
Batting Champions.
Silver Slugger Award Winners.
Members and potential Members of the
500 Home Run Club.
Members and potential Members
of the 3000 Hits Club
A few Future Members of
Baseballs Hall of Fame
as well as Iconic MLB ALL STARS.
You will face monumental challenges.
You'll get worn down and roughed up
being on the road 82 games a season.
As a Major League Baseball Starting Pitcher
you suck it up, go out on the mound
and challenge history.
You bring your "A" game
You bring your best fastball
your best curve ball
and your best change up.
When you average 33 starts a season.
Average 10 complete games per season.
Average 3 shut outs per season.
Throw a No Hitter every 3.857 seasons.
Face an average 972 batters per season.
Average 232 innings per season
Through hot , cold , humid and sticky weather.
Give up an average 169 hits per season.
Average 232 innings per season.
Average 82 earned runs per season.
Give up an average 14 home runs in 33 games
over 232 innings per season.
When you average 120 walks per season
Strike out an average 246 batters per season
for a career total of 5714.
It kinda looks like this.
6.6 hits per 9 innings
4.7 walks per 9 innings
9.5 strike outs per 9 innings
Over 27 seasons.
When you do that for a total of 27 seasons
The critics will call you the next
Nolan Ryan.
The Legendary Strike Out King
Member of Major League Baseballs
Hall of Fame.
Michael E. Harris
02202022
The truth has turned to fiction
Lies are stated as if they’re fact
While overzealous politicians
Stab one another in the back
Right and left are being polarized
There seems to be no middle ground
In a world becoming globalized
No unification can be found
Vigilantes patrol neighborhoods
Killing young men fitting profiles
Thoreau is lost in Walden’s woods
Lady Liberty no longer smiles
We’ve become a litigious society
People wanting hand outs from the court
Religions have lost their piety
If this were a mission we would abort
Silent remains the majority
Wealth is distributed to but a few
We need a healthy dose of some purity
To grab a hold and pull us through
In the end it is up to all of us
To find the humanity within our soul
And in each other put our trust
So we can all reach a common goal
Angels Will Remain
Teardrops falling from your eyes
heartache somehow found you.
Watching with my heart I see
as angels gather round you.
Helping make it through the day
guarding you while you sleep.
Bringing comfort in the wind
and hold you while you weep.
Crying with you now and then
and loving you awhile.
Until someday your heart will mend
and with it comes your smile.
Knowing all the ins and outs
of everything you're feeling.
When the mourning is all over
bringing you your healing.
For many it's a long long time
as you hold yourself together.
Knowing somehow deep within
you'll be missing them forever.
So until the time is done
your teardrops fall like rain.
Gathered all around you
where angels will remain.
Edwin C Hofert
The Balancing Act
It is as though I am constantly in a balancing act
I envy those that seemingly do not go through
This process of weighing things in my mind
Those like poker players that can go “all in”
Shove their chips into the middle of the table
As if there wasn’t even a fore thought involved
No, my mind has to go through “the process”
Is this a good decision or bad
What will be the consequences
Why am I doing this
What are the odds of something bad happening
How will the results affect my life
I look at the homeless who wander my streets
Judgment floods my mind
But is there jealousy at the heart of it
Is theirs a conscious choice
To have no bosses, no one to account to
Are they free from the balancing act
What of the daredevils that navigate Niagara falls
Who leap to peril, do they juggle their decision
Or is there absolute clarity of the mind
Pros and cons
Ins and outs
Good or bad
Happy or sad
Mad or glad
The balancing act
Andreas Simic©
II.
We were told that one man and one woman
was outdated, too old, and passé,
that any two souls were entitled to
the chance to go and have their big day,
and while on the individual scale
those couples are of no great concern to me,
I have to say some doubts still exist
when I scale it up to society.
In nations where birth rates have been dropping
I wonder does it really make much sense
to celebrate a form of union that
can not naturally bring about children?
And how much longer until polygamists
declare that now their situation is fine,
society suffers when spouses and few,
there has to be somewhere we draw the line.
What of the concerns when gays have kids,
via surrogates or adoptions,
we pray that they’ll grow up to be fine folk,
who would wish suffering on little ones?
But then I remember reading the stats
of children raised by single parents,
more drop-outs and poverty is bad enough,
crime and mental illness…higher percents.
Makes me wonder if there’s things we can’t see
double male or double female, who knows?
Kids need masculine and feminine,
and I fear there’s hard paths this might go.
Will there be problems we do not expect?
I guess we will all now before long,
hate to think of children paying the price,
what will happen if we’ve got it wrong?
I’m a master in the performance of freedom. In Paris, this is just part of the social graces, but I maintained it as an act, to deceive potential college friends and then my current boyfriend into thinking I’m more fun than my truth.
The truth eventually outs though.
Shall we go poetic?
Last night we (my bf and I) went to an Opium rave
On Saturday nights we try to be brave
we ordered our drinks and as as they were raised
the noise hit us like a tsunami wave
I keep ear-plugs in my purse, so we were saved
but it was mood-wise and musically depraved
we flinched, like a middle-aged couple, and flaked
I should have sampled the bands - It was a mistake.
Alas, it didn’t turn out the fun date-nite we craved
Sundays we recharge and we needed the break.
Ok, I’m over it (rhyming).
Opium’s a music label with a universe of artists like Playboi Carti and Sexisdeath. What drew me in was the fashion trend, a “Opium aesthetic,” you might say, which meant fans weren’t just listening to, they were dressing for it, developing a style, which pulled from goth, punk and metal.
The sound evolved from those influences too, but there’s way more distortion, screech and hypnotic repetition. As bad as it was - and it was bad - it certainly kept the crowd moving in a film-it-with-your-phone mosh-pit way.
They were between DJs when we arrived and we’d ordered drinks - then the music hit and OMG, we gulped our martinis like shooters - leaving early and irritated. Does this mean we’re getting old?
Anyway, don’t worry about us, we’ll erase that experience when we see ‘Tyler, The Creator’ at the ‘Rock en Seine’ festival, Wednesday night. The man makes a crowd connection.
Ooo, want a fashion tip?: Sasha Sorrell jeans are the new Hedi Dior jeans.
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A song for this:
See You Again (feat. Kali Uchis) by Tyler, The Creator
If you want to simulate our rave experience, try this link: and turn it up (I dare ya):
youtu.be/Kx6OGDFS5Sg?list=RDKx6OGDFS5Sg
God Had a Plan
Written: by Tom Wright
3/5/2014
My life holds no mystery as Stonehenge’s Rocks,
But has been lived throughout with resolve;
My innermost thoughts extended outside the box,
Apprehensively watching each epoch dissolve;
I lay claim to province for all things I’ve done,
And approached each day as a totally new game;
Some appeared a continuance of the previous one,
In my quest to serve others not lucre or fame;
And through each endeavor the Lord has endowed,
Even during times which found my spirit shaken;
At fifty-six came flame outs from the field I plowed,
Ensuing years have permitted my faith to reawaken.
i started a painting
in black and white
and grey snuck in.
A bold move
would have been
to water color
the background blue.
Timing is everything
and then it's not
quite the same.
No cause or offense,
no defense,
colors get blurred,
awashed in blue.
A blue outlook.
Good always wins.
Your puppet needed
no introduction
into my painting.
No ping time outs
or socket errors.
The blue screen.
Grey is always shadowing
my painting
with half tones
and half-truths.
The absence of you
and the residue
of a good time.
Reptiles and fossils
troll the canvas.
I finished painting
yesterday.
Black and white
and grey snuck in.
A bold move would have been
to water color
the background blue.
Everyone has their ups and downs
sometimes you win sometimes you lose
come to a crossroads there's no knowing
which is the best path to choose
funny how the way to work gets longer every day
while the road to you is shorter by a mile
it don't make me late it's not the job I hate
and thoughts of you always always make me smile
but about my boss there's really nothing nice to say
with his workers working hard at not working at all
my co-workers shirkers lurkers each and every one
but then I have you to look forward to
when the daily race is run
and the working day is done
everyone has their ins and outs
some days are good some days are bad
go out on a limb and there's no telling
it may be the best day you ever had
everyone wants a happy ending
and I look forward to our rendezvous
my heart knows which route to go
it only shows the road to you