Long Pennants Poems

Opening Day with a Little Delay

Take me out to the ball game
 Of balls and strikes - bloopers and perfect games; 
 Basket catches, ERA’S, country hardball;
 Foul balls, the pick off, intentional walk, the...

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‘ Legendary … ' ( Part  2 (of) 4 ) 


And Now … may Troubadour … Spin A Tale, So Precisely
Aye … May Bard, Weave Thee Well, into This Tapestry …

… of Starry Skies,...

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The day drew near.......... 
Upon the wind, 
so light and fair 
Flowers falling through the air 

The South Wind Prince, 
came to Castle Heartstone 
Wearing a crown.......... 
Shining like the sun 
Gold and bright 
The...

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The day drew near.......... 
Upon the wind, 
so light and fair 
Flowers falling through the air 

The South Wind Prince, 
came to Castle Heartstone 
Wearing a crown.......... 
Shining like the sun 
Gold and bright 
The...

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You made up your mind to view the world
With different eyes —eyes recessed, eyes inundated with lustre,
Straining to catch every flight of the dancing seasons that hurled
        ...

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CharlaXFabels 
 
 
 
23Skeedo 
 
This is a cliché. That's my name for an old aside or an adage here we go into the 
world of CharlaXFabels once more gentle reader...

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I could smell the ballpark in my glove
Lose myself in the crooked sky above
Hear the roar of the crowd in my bat
Oblivious to your epitaph called stats
Dreaming a dream, called baseball

But that was all taken...

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After chewing shoe leather they called steak, 
in the Pencey cafeteria, 
Mal, Ackley, and I enjoyed a winter afternoon on campus, 
on the bus, and in a restaurant.
We walked across a puffy white quilt 
as...

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Not sure how fond I am of this write very different style to my usual genre. #experimenting 

Well look whos back again
My old compardra 
My closest companion chronic pain 
What a lovely way to see...

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The tweet on the pipe called the muster fall-in
The cadets all fell in with nary a din
For now they’d be grouped for “Hands to Cleanship”
To dress up the ship afore the Old Man's pip-pip

Well-trained, ...

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outside
inventoried oval-stoned
cathedrals appealing
chiming crimes of passion
woke citronella
fog
hung in cement-hamocked snowdrifts
cloaked slow on slick-stained windowsides
tenement sheets
with the pomegranate notes
of rhythms unrhymed
   while all the uptown laundromarts
rising up
from insomniac-scrambled sidewalks
corked-copper moon tumbling earthward
like a sweet
sweatshredded...

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I sit in the sand
With my knees in my hands
Just staring out at the sea
Contemplating
The meaning of life
And maybe the meaning of me

For all that I've done
And all that I've won
Is that the meaning of...

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While your walking around the world
In your own world
Looking up to the clouds
Let them hypnotize you
Watching time move into different shapes and forms
Watching them
You become them
Your energy transfers into the clouds and vise versa
Slowly floating...

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Real love takes up residence deeply in the heart.
Two lucky ones, 
are focused in, not out,
at the start.
From the inside can't see the outside,
so it makes no difference.
Especially to men, who can get away,
with a...

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A Lenten Dirge
 

Ash Wednesday I saw Quinn again,
first time in years, sailing the streets,
weaving through people,
his collar up, his head cocked, his arms
like telephone poles sunk
in the pockets of his overcoat,
the brilliant pennants of...

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In October of 2004,
“The Curse of the Bambino” was no more.

Boston Red Sox fans had never seen
a World Series victory since 1918.
It seemed ever since Babe Ruth was sold,
only Red Sox fans who were very...

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The Free Field

 
I saw Quinn again tonight,
first time in years, sailing the streets,
weaving through people,
collar up, head cocked,
arms like telephone poles sunk
in the pockets of his overcoat,
 
the brilliant pennants of his long red...

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Baghdad Redux
 
I saw Quinn again tonight,
first time in years, sailing the streets,
weaving through people,
collar up, head cocked,
arms like telephone poles sunk
in the pockets of his overcoat,
 
the brilliant pennants of his long red hair
waving...

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Rest of a dry wound on the skin, it stretches if it gets wet later, it wrinkles if no one dries it afterwards: stains that we carry with us. Yesterday I saw torn yellow pennants...

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We are all Welcome
      To His Kingdom
When the Kingdom
        Shall Come'
          - Fore -
It...

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Billowy mast with fluttering sails
Along copse strand your arched brow wails
Brigand bough stretching from stem to stern doth vigor extoll
Your steady rudder anchored to the tenuous shoal  
Your searching roots navigate through availing streams
Nutrient-rich moisture...

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They scavenge the detritus of the soul
Devouring the pieces less than whole
For evil has a way of taking hold
Before it declares itself as friend or foe

As these hollow creatures feed within
They fill the emptiness with...

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Homage to Johnny Bench

The greatest catcher ever was
With one hand  'hind his back
Was Johnny Bench. Yep, that's the buzz. 
And never did he slack. 

He broke ole Yogi's home run hits. 
"The Little Colonel"'s...

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I saw a Band of Royal Knights
upon their mighty Steeds
Coat of Arms,  A-gleaming
Herald Heroic Deeds...

One is Valor, One is Truth
Chivalry and Might
Another, Honor, Loyalty
Justice and Light

Charity and Chastity
and Faith, Their Golden Spurs
Those Bold, Polished...

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Daddy, there are new moorings, come see!
There are shiny pontoon chains and cables,
braided ropes and colorful pennants.
The anchors and piles and buoys all new!

He arose groggily and without ambition
but allowed the boy to lead him...

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