Long Pennants Poems
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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 funnels through your porthole
Sprouting tendrils spurt through your balmy seams
Gallant pennants on your burnished deck stroll
Your brackish-green banner with new luster beams
From each slender trelis, a fruitful pod springs
Lance-like talons form arcing shield that in the soaring breeze swings
In the swaying breeze, each pleated eave solemnly sings
A plush perch your feathery reams dole
A quilted cover for all who under your velvety loft troll
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 old,
would ever see their team take it all.
Elusive would be the World Series in the fall.
The teams would win pennants for many years.
However, World Series contests would bring tears
to many a Red Sox fans’ eye.
It seems winning always passed them by.
Since the days of Ted Williams and Carl Yastrzemski,
Red Sox fans would never see
their favorite team achieve victory.
However, in the season of 2004,
the losing ways would continue no more.
They met the National League team from St. Louis.
This team possessed great baseball prowess.
When the Red Sox met the Cardinals at Fenway,
this time, victory would not get away.
Red Sox fans expressed great elation.
They all rejoiced in jubilation.
I can tell
It"s Spring
Coins on the Lawn The end of begin
My King of Time
Ode to the dog with wings
Get something going
Join the gang
That gets the best out of the way
When is it sweet
If that doesn't happen now
Or long gone
Is it out of sight
unconcerned of mind
when
Was fair a 10 minute ride
Think gives me an escape
Sometimes has your wavering belief
A bridge to your needed relief
Give me a call when you think I am high enough
The Acapulco gold or some of that Thai stick
If it's something inside
Don't let them in
Cause your fighting for unique
for something more than heroic
Come on
Swell is a voice
Says I'am in love
Wait first listen to this 3 minute song
Geese rage
They
wana be
Across the sea
But they stay cause they like the music
Shooting arrows at the clouds
You made it rain look at it pour
Do you end where
destiny begins
Why did the River in the mountains make you cry
Purpose set free
Find the rabbit hole
The hanging judge
Thoughts of Jesus
Used AI before he went back in time
The laws that sleep at night
The 4 30 a.m hustle
Got our man
The rules break and the morning waves goodbye
Show me the dust on the buttons of choice
I wonder why I play my picks
Took my licks
Way back when we were children
You had no.honor and you wasted a wish
The love of nothing but freedom in some mist
Golden flakes.of the shimmering sun
Hold the chaos
Give me cheap
shirts and then no shirt at all
To only have the river as a choice
In the cold
A call that you answer
I am you in disguise then suddenly you welcome the world
Permission clearance and finally due pennants
Why, cause you already had that meeting
They came for you
But you would not go
So you know they sold the need
For your return of love
Something nobody could afford
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 in the new year
And spend new year's Day
Alone rolling around the bed
Unfortunately in agony
How romantic I bet it said
Maybe it is all in my head
My imagination running wild
Shame it's come up with something I dread
Why can't it just leave me alone
Is it intent on constantly reappearing
Till it's isolated me from everything
and everyone one I've known
Maybe I don't want to be alone
Maybe I don't want to be stuck in my head
Listening to all the negative things it's said
I just want to be free,
free of the pain and misery
It teased me for a time
I thought it had said it's goodbyes
But like a predator
It just allowed me enough time to recover
So It wouldn't all be ended and my casket buried
Before it pounced like a panther
And it sunk it's teeth in
right next to my gugular
Its not finished with me yet
like it would grant me a quick painless death
Why won't it just leave me be
or do the kind thing and put me out of my misery
Surely I've done my time served my servitude
Paid my pennants for whatever crime
Will it not be satisfied till it spills my blood
Or has me hung drawn and quartered
In one last final act of vengance
To inflict the ultimate pain on my broken body
Must I scream like William Wallace for freedom
Will it then relent and show me mercy
I think not, I think it thrives on my cries
Like a psychopath It smiles at my demise
I bet it loves to just sit and watch
Yes it's back again
But this time I don't think it sees the need for a reprieve,
this time it's never leaving it's not stopping
Because it has no plans on ever getting going or being gone.
Obviously I've got a lifers debt left owing,
it would no doubt say sing.
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
Man and beast beyond frontiers with baluster.
You are the town-crier of our time, delivering messages printed on banners
That hail the energy of the heated earth.
What a voice you possess! So smooth and euphonious, it rings loud and clear
With the gumption of a king’s augurer, leaving behind manners
That haunt us pleasantly with bliss and mirth,
Suggesting frantically the suavity of a seer
Journalism has come to judgement, fragmented by words and the eloquence
Of time and grace. Are you not equal to the task?
The world admits you certainly are! And with supreme relevance
Your disciples are many, Dear one, flaunting the mask
Of imitation — they litter the world like tiny red beads flung and scattered
Beyond boundaries stretching from sea to coast
You are a lover of words, speaking with valour even on the arcades
Of fright, charming viewers with the powers of gathered
Attention when rainy nights and dewy mornings boast
Loudly of integrated existence of cascades
An anointed raconteur you are, reeling off tale after tale
By moonlight of cosseted playgrounds
I assume you frequented gatherings, prelapsarian, on a scale
So great that the sage spoke on select backgrounds
How do you do it?
Do you burn candles with scented tallow, and without
Need of a flint —thus reluming primitively dark alleyways?
You are the light that shines on tenebrous path and grit,
Revealing fey monsters responsible for the drought
That burned the pennants of truth posted on archways.
I never before knew an institution of mass communication
Until the bright age of running news crowned your labours
By way of a universally attended coronation
The world attributes to you the favours
Of heavens and caverns of Eudemons.
Arise, Dear One, arise and claim your special flair,
Make noise with the reeds of the Nile and dance gracefully
As you dine on stewed cinnamons
Rest assured you’re deeply blessed, Dear one with a dare;
I assure you mightily, speaking faithfully.
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 lasting sin
Spew a stream of lies completely false
Convince that it’s the truth, that’s how they win
And those who hold the line and will not yield
Are sent into the battle without shield
Left broken and alone to doubt their cause
The aftermath of battle left unhealed
So do the scavengers now mock the strong
And menace as a mindless, roving throng
The very pennants that once spared their souls
Convinced that every right deserves a wrong
John G. Lawless
©8/1/2022
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 to the quay
wherein he saw indeed, new moorings!
His heart quickened.
Badly needed, as the old were worn,
tattered, and so dangerous that ships
stayed their distance from this port
and steered further up the coast.
Work had dried with the rotted ropes,
his hope was lost to the receding waves.
Until today, when new moorings
renewed a deep faith that saves.
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, the cadets set to their work
The Bo ‘suns and POGIs made sure they didn’t shirk.
The awnings were tautened with the Shark's Mouth agape
The ropes in the grommets brought all into shape
The hydrants and fittings were brassoed and shined
The scuppers were cleaned where muck was confined
Running rigging was secured with belaying pins
All loose gear were neatly stacked in their bins
Hawsers and towropes were carefully coiled
Wire ropes ‘spiked, unkinked and oiled.
The decks were all cleaned with the broom and the brush
Fenders and pontoons secured so sides wouldn’t crush
With hammers the cable was chipped off of rust
The shackles were oiled after cleaning the dust.
The bitters on the bits were tethered on tight
With the bitter ends belayed and tucked out of sight.
The QD was holystoned with water and sand
(All set for the do with the Naval Band)
The Old Lady was painted in her customary gray
Her waists all shaped up for the rest of the day
The guns were all covered for the incoming squall
Even before the “cover guns” call
The Inglefields were mustered, the pennants and flags
Strung for’ard to stern without any sags
And thus was the ship all dressed to the tee
As shipshape and dandy as she rightly ought to be.
Their tasks all done, the cadets did secure
But the day was not done, there was more to endure!